This one's a little short, I know, but I felt bad about not posting sooner!

Atlanta was worried.

It had been four hours since International Rescue had started investigating Stingray's disappearance and she couldn't understand why the rescue organization hadn't contacted Marineville to say they'd rescued the submarine yet, which she thought they would have done so by now. She felt her hands ball in to fists as her mind drifted to Troy, and how he would probably be suffering as he lay trapped in the carcass of Stingray at the bottom of the ocean. She desperately wished she could see him.

"...Atlanta?"

Atlanta was pulled out of her thoughts by the gruff sound of her father's voice. The Commander looked calm despite everything that had happened, but Atlanta knew what her father was like and that he was probably worrying as bad as she was. Stingray's crew were some of the top members of WASP and he wasn't prepared to lose them in any case, and neither was she. "Father? Any news?"

"Still no word, honey. We know that the air in Stingray's tanks will have exhausted by now, but the breathing apparatus in the safety compartments on board could provide them with enough air for another hour, allowing for a simple escape."

"If that's the case then why haven't they contacted us?" she complained.

"I don't know, Atlanta. I just don't know." her father shook his head.

Both looked up when they saw Lieutenant Fisher breeze into the control room, a frown plastered on his usually cheerful face. "I have some bad news, sir."

Shore's frown deepened. "Well spit it out boy, what is it?"

Fisher gulped, "Our search and rescue teams have been called back due to the developing cyclone near Checkpoint 7. It's too dangerous for any ships to currently approach there, and our aircraft have been turned back by the local coastguard who advised that the rescue planes are not capable of flying through a storm this bad."

The young aquanaut inwardly cursed when he saw Atlanta frown and turn her head away from the console. Fisher inwardly winced at her reaction. He hated being the bearer of bad news, especially to Atlanta, who he secretly cared for. He handed Commander Shore a stash of documents that he had been faxed to him by the rescue team.

Commander Shore scowled as he observed the papers. Written warnings and barometer patterns were scrawled all over the sheets.

"I'm sorry sir." Fisher hung his head guiltily, feeling as though he was personally responsible for the bad news. "Our only hope now seems to be International Rescue. One of their aircraft is still on site. Apparently it's the only one capable of remaining in flight during a hurricane."

"Certainly must be impressive." Shore relented. "Okay, Fisher, thanks for letting me know. We'll just have to allow IR some time before getting in contact with us. Conditions out there must be pretty darn awful for our own aircraft to be sent back, and you know how technically advanced they are."

"I understand, sir."

Commander Shore watched as the younger man went back to his work station. He then found his eyes meeting his daughter, who was still solemnly staring at her controls. He sighed and hovered his way over to her in his chair, reaching out to place a firm hand on her own. "Atlanta, honey, why don't you go home? Forget about work for a while."

She turned to him. "But I'm still on shift for another two hours!"

He smiled. "I'll take over for you. Go home, have a rest. Maybe take a bath or watch a movie. Just try and take your mind off what's happened."

"But... it's just so hard, father!" Atlanta pulled herself into a hug, wincing as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. "I just need to know they're okay!"

"I understand that, 'lanti. I miss them too." he sighed again. "We just have to trust International Rescue know what they're doing."

"I hope so too, father…"

He smiled at his daughter, patting her hand. "Go home."

Atlanta conceded. She gave him a small smile and kissed his head. "Alright, I will. I'll put on that dancing show I like. Maybe… take a bath."

"Good girl. I'll contact you if anything happens."

"Goodnight, father." she crossed the room. "See you tomorrow, Fisher."

"Bye Atlanta. Have a nice evening. Try not to get too worried about Troy and the others, I'm sure they'll be alright."

She lingered in the doorway for a moment a small smile on her face. It fell as she left the room.

"I hope so…"