Thanks for the reviews. Sorry about the spellings in chapter 1. I would also like to say sorry about getting ages of Scott and John mixed up. I would however like to keep John as the oldest brother just for the duration of the story. It will work better with what I have got planned.

Chapter 2

Unidentified aircraft.

Somewhere in the south pacific a submarine picked up the Thunderbird 1's sonic boom. This however was no ordinary submarine; it was not even a military vessel. It was in fact the world famous SSRN Seaview. Privately owned by world-renowned marine scientist Admiral Harriman Nelson. The Seaview completing a four week survey of geological fault lines that ran along the floor of the pacific ocean. For most of the crew it had been four weeks too long. With just a small area left to survey, the crew were looking forward to shore leave, and in just few hours they would be heading for home. One crew member was especially looking forward to shore leave. Sonar operator Kowalski, six hour shift was nearly over and he was off watch. By the time he would be getting out of bed, they would be nearly home and closer to his date with the Nelson institute's newest receptionist.

In the control room, Kowalski watched his screen. So far the morning had been uneventful, in fact nothing at all had graced his sonar screen, not a ship, submarine or an aircraft, in fact he wondered if they was any life in this part of the world. Ski glanced at his watch, only another 30 minutes until his shift was over, now if it could just remain uneventful until l then, Ski thought to himself. At that moment a blip appeared on his screen. Spoke to soon!

'Mr Morton, Sir. I have an unidentified aircraft on sonar, about 10 mile east of us.'

Lt Chip Morton, Seaview's executive officer, joined Ski at the sonar station.

'There's no aircraft scheduled to be in the area. Keep an eye on it for now Ski, report any changes in trajectory.'

'Aye sir' Ski replied as he turned his gaze back to the sonar screen. Great now he would probably have to stay past the end of his shift, hopefully the aircraft would fly out of sonar range, Ski thought.

Morton patted him on the shoulder and returned to the chart table. A few minutes later he was joined by the subs Captain, Cmdr Lee Crane.

'Morning Chip how's things.' Crane asked.

'Morning skipper everything's quite. Apart from sonar reported an unidentified aircraft in the area. Its not problem at the moment but I've asked Ski to keep an eye on it.'

'Very good Chip. I'll take over from here. Have a nice sleep.'

'Thanks Lee, see you in 6 hours' Chip replied.

Chip Morton had just turned to leave when Ski called out.

"Sir, the unidentified aircraft has changed course, its heading in our direction."

Just aft of the control room was the communication hub of the submarine, known as the radio shack. At this time of day, Sparks was on watch. As he sorted though com chatter, he picked up a radio message.

"Mayday, mayday, this is thunderbird 1. We are going down, repeat we are going down. Our position is?. Require assistance. Repeat mayday mayday, this is thunderbird 1..."

Immediately he called the senior con officer on watch.

'Capt. Crane, please could you come to the radio shack, I have received an emergency call.'

Crane picked up the microphone,

'On my way sparks'. Crane then turned to Morton chip

'Chip, keep monitoring the aircraft and I thick we better called the Admiral.'

Moments later Crane entered the radio shack located at aft of the control room.

'What is it sparks?'

'Skipper, I am picking up a mayday call from an aircraft claiming to be Thunderbird 1.'

'What's the location?'

'3 clicks south east of our location.' Sparks replied

'Same as our unidentified aircraft. Spark's contact international rescue, ask then to confirm that it is thunderbird 1, tell them that we are in the area, offer our assistance.'

'Aye sir.' Sparks replied, as he turned back to the console. 'Calling international rescue, this is the SSRN Seaview...'

A few minutes later Sparks relayed his response to Capt. Crane, who had returned to the chart table.

'Thank you sparks' Crane replied.

'Mr Morton, our unidentified aircraft is a thunderbird aircraft in distress. Plot an intercept course and proceed at flank speed'

'Aye aye sir.'