THUNDERBIRDS-ANGEL IN FLIGHT.

Here you are a second chapter, hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 2-Tyndale Air Base.

"So you're Jeff Tracy's kid huh? Well it's nice to finally meet you," Montello took off his hat and placed it under his arm. He looked at Penny and Parker and smiled; Virgil just stood in the middle and looked really scared.

"I'm sorry Mr. Tracy but I have a prior engagement that needs my full attention, so I'm going to pass you into the more than capable hands of Lieutenant Jenkins, here and he'll show you round the base and get you signed in. However I would like to invite you to dinner at my house tonight, Jenkins will show you where it is, eight o'clock?" Virgil was still scared.

"Yes, sir," he nodded not sure whether to salute or not so he didn't.

"Already into the army jargon, well I shall see you later then," he saluted and Virgil knew he should salute this time. General Montello then turned to Jenkins who had been standing behind him the whole time and saluted, Jenkins saluted as well and Montello walked into Penny's direction.

"See you soon," Penny smiled at Virgil and walked off with Montello. Virgil looked around before noticing he was being watched by Jenkins.

"Hi," Jenkins smiled and held out his hand, "I'm Marc Jenkins, but you can just call me Marc," Virgil shook his hand and smiled.

"Virgil Tracy, just Virgil, or Virg, that's what my brothers call me," Marc pointed to the big building and they started walking.

"You have brothers?"

"Four, unfortunately and I'm the middle one, no end of jokes,"

"I have three sisters, I'd kill for a brother," they shared a laugh and entered the building. The entrance way was huge with steel walkways cutting across the many stories going up to the steel and glass roof. Virgil thought how space age it looked and slightly reminded him of the silos.

"Let's get you signed in," they walked over to the desk and the smiling receptionist gave him a book to sign and handed him a security badge.

"You just swipe it through and the doors will open," the receptionist took the book back and Marc started walking again towards the lift. Virgil followed him and they started going up.

The lift stopped about seven floors up and the two walked out onto a balcony. From here they could see the whole air base. Marc pointed to a massive corrugated steel hanger.

"Ok that's where the planes are, we have about twenty-five at the moment but we are getting two of the most modern planes built by some scientist, Hackenbaker or something. K, that there," he pointed to a house in the corner with a lawn and a jeep ion the front yard. "That's Montello's place, I know it looks far away, but we'll get a buggy to take you," he then pointed to a patch of grass were some men were running around and doing press ups. "That's the Training area, two hours in the morning and one in the afternoon, the rest of the time will be divided by flight school, plane maintenance and chill out down time, come on I'll show you to your quarters," they turned around and walked down a corridor. Marc then stopped at a grey door and looked at Virgil.

"What?" Marc pointed to a little box with a little red light shining from it.

"That little card the receptionist gave you; this would be what you swipe it through," Virgil nodded and dug the card out of the pocket inside his jacket, and swiped it through the machine. It emitted a small beep and the red light flicked to green and the door clicked open. Upon entering, many things hit him; the white walls reminded him of his room back on the island. The single bed, smaller than his old on but it did look comfortable, and his silver suitcase in the corner of the room.

"All your stuff is in your drawers, and in the wardrobe are all your clothes while your on-duty," he opened the wardrobe and Virgil saw the rows of army green t-shirts, jackets, trousers and jumpsuits. At least they're green he thought.

"On your bed is your schedule for the next three weeks it will tell you where you're needed and what you need to wear, but for now I'd concentrate on your dinner with the General tonight," Virgil picked up the booklet, but the dinner wasn't mentioned.

"A Buggy will be waiting down stairs at quarter to eight down stairs at the entrance," Marc walked over to the door and went to leave.

"Wait what should I wear?" Marc closed the door slightly.

"That's up to you Tracy," he winked and left the room as Virgil flopped down on the bed. He knew it was going to be a long night, so best start with a shower.

Around half seven and he was ready, he had gone with his white shirt and smart trousers and jacket. Inside he was screaming. Before he knew it he was walking down stairs to the main entrance where a small golf buggy was waiting out the front.

"Mr. Tracy?" the driver asked, Virgil just nodded in agreement and they were off.

Despite the time, the base was buzzing with activity. There were people in the hanger's checking out the planes and he caught glances of the machines as the buggy drove past. Then something caught his roving eye, a young girl was jogging round the edge of one of the training fields. She was keeping rhythm and listening to music, but the thing that surprised Virgil was that she didn't look military, then again he'd only been here five minutes how would he know what military was?

Then there is was. The house he had seen earlier, then clod and heartless, now looked warm and inviting. The lights were on and the place looked like a home.

"This is it Mr. Tracy," Virgil again just nodded, got out of the buggy and headed up the path, watching the buggy drive away. And there was the front door.