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Chapter 3. Thunderbird down.
Thunderbird 1.
Alan Tracy noticed three things as he regained consciousness. He could here someone calling his name. At first the voice sounded distant. This wasn't helped by the ringing in his ears. The first time he heard the voice he willed it to go away, so he could stay in the comfortable darkness. But the voice wouldn't stop; each time here heard it sounded closer and closer. As the darkness receded, opened his eyes.
The second thing he noticed was that, instead of sky, there was water outside the cockpit window. Alan looked around, his head hurt and his vision was a little blurred, he could also feel something warn and wet on the side of his face. His tried to raise his right hand to his face, but quickly decided against it as pain shot up his arm indicating that his arm was probably broken.
'Alan, come on Alan, please wake up, ALAN' Scott desperately called.
'S...Scotttt' Alan replied.
'Alan, thank god, you ok.'
'Think so, almost...my head hurts and I think my arm is broken.'
'Try not to move and don't worry Thunderbird 2 will be here shortly.' Scott replied.
Scott drew in a breath, and coughed, during the crash he must have broken some ribs. Each time he breathed in his chest hurt, hell, his whole body hurt. He couldn't even move into a more comfortable position because he was pinned to his seat.
"Scott, are you Ok?" Alan asked.
"Yeh, Al I'm fine, 'Scott replied, as he tried to move, the effort caused him to gasp in pain. Within seconds he started coughing again. Tears rolled down his face, and a thin trickle of blood formed at the edge of his mouth. When the coughing subsided Scott's breathing was shallow and raspy. Even in the dim light, Alan could see that Scott's face had drained of colour.
The third thing Alan noticed was that Scott was lying, he was far from ok.
Thunderbird 2.
'Thunderbird 1 come in. Thunderbird 1 come in.' Jeff called.
In answer he was greeted only by only static.
'Thunderbird 1 come in, Scott, Alan please respond.' Jeff turned to his middle son, Virgil, who was piloting the huge craft.
'Virgil, what's our ETA?'
'20 minutes dad.' Virgil replied.
'Gordon, any sign of thunderbird 1 on radar?'
'None, dad, she must have gone down. I can't even get an accurate last position for them' Gordon replied in despair.
Jeff put a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder.
'We'll find them, Scott's a good pilot.'
Both Tracy boys looked at their father, hoping that he was right.
'Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 5. Dad, I've got a location for Thunderbird 1'.
'Thunderbird 5 from thunderbird 2 we read you John. Are they ok?' Jeff asked.
'Don't know yet. A submarine has picked up the mayday, they have sonar contact about 3 miles from their current location. They believe its Thunderbird 1 and are offering assistance, they said they can be there in under 5 minutes.' John replied.
'John which sub is it?'
'It's the SSRN Seaview. Shall I tell them to go ahead, Dad?'
'No John, tell them thanks, but we can handle this ourselves.'
'But Dad. We are still over 50 miles from their location. They can get there sooner.' Virgil interrupted.
'Dad, Virgil's right, we won't ...'
'Gordon, we can handle this.'