Chapter 5
Day 3
July 21, 2027
12:32 A.M.
"There we go---got it." Fermat closed the top of the old fashioned radio, and flipped the new switch. FM radio began to play and a familiar voice over took the room.
"The world is in a state of shock. New York is less than 50 foot of frozen ice. We don't even know if anyone survived. L.A. was hit yesterday with a dozen tornados. One of which was the largest F5 class that hit the very heart of the city. The research team that was chosen by the vice president was also hit. Most likely killed. A bit of good news. A team from International Rescue is in New York."
The remaining people who had the patience to stay sat around the radio while sitting next to the old fire place left over from the old days without heating and A.C. A small box marked as "Don't touch" sat beside the fireplace with its own guardian.
A little girl around the age of 8 or 9 sat next to it. Within the box were three Bibles and a Book of Mormon. The small child was by herself. Her parents were swallowed up by the torrent that wiped through N.Y.
Fermat looked at the radio as if it were a poison. Scott picked him up into his strong arms.
"I'm an orphan j-just like my dad was---Scott---w-what's going to happen to me?" Fermat asked as he held back his feelings to just curled into a little ball and die.
"Don't worry Fermat. Dad won't throw you out. He'll probably adopt you or something," Scott said as Alan nodded.
"Yeah Ferm-ster, he has five sons what's one more?" Alan said and shrugged. Fermat stood up walked passed the little girl and picked up a Bible.
"Hey put that back." She said and stood up. She was shorter then him. She still had such a firm voice that Fermat almost did put the Holy Book back in its box.
"Listen---my dads dead in California. I want to find the prayer to lay him to rest. I-In my eyes. I'll bring it back after that." Fermat said and walked off.
Brains groaned, he hissed in pain as he pulled out a huge piece of wood from his leg. The door squeaked closed. Brains looked up and seen Dr. Gilbert Lowe, blood ran down his chest.
"Gil?" The older doctor looked at Brains, crawling and hissing from the pain in his leg.
"I-Its up to you now Hiram. You must save the world." Gil coughed splattering blood all over Brains face.
"I-I can fix this," Brains voice was no more then a whisper.
"No.no not this time." Gil Strained himself to speak. Brains eyes glossed over as he pulled his best friend into a hug. Gil smiled and patted him on the back.
"Go Hackenbacker---go save us." Brains nodded and stood up as he looked down at Gil. Gils smile slowly disappeared, his face a blank stare. Brains leaned down and closed his friend's eyes.
"Rest in peace my friend."
WEATHER ALERT
The world maps flashed and began to blink. A Hurricane hit the coast of New York.
Jeff looked through the view port high above New Jersey in Thunderbird 2. His mind said to keep going and give it all he had. Another part of him didn't like the look of the cloud formation they had just hit.
"Father the guidance systems are sticking." Virgil said as he played navigator to his father.
"Alright. I'll go check it out." Gordon said as he unstrapped himself and walked passed the green transparent lab walls. He stepped into the elevator and disappeared. Jeff sighed.
"We better put her down. It looks good from here." Virgil nodded and steered to his left then for some odd reason the cloud cover just disappeared. Jeff slowly stood up and looked around.
"We're in the eye of...something huge." He whispered as the cockpit windows fogged over and shattered. Bits and pieces of glass hit them and cut there suits, faces, and hands. Virgil yelled from the pain as Jeff grabbed his son and pulled him into the elevator.
"Hold on son." Jeff said his cheek bleeding from his lip to his ear.
The elevator stopped and opened. Jeff looked at his sons face and nearly chocked. The piece of glass had punctured his eye.
A sudden jolt made both of them fall to the hard medal ground. Jeff held tightly to his son. Virgil didn't make any noise. Gordon ran back toward the elevator.
"Dad---Virgil why are we---" Thunderbird 2 began to dip. Gordon fell forward onto the floor and slides toward the wall where his father and brother lay.
"Gordon!" Gordon yelled tell he hit the wall head on. Jeff grabbed him as the huge behemoth cart wheeled till it came to a stop upside down.
