SNART looked at his watch. "Okay. They've had their thirty minutes," he said. "Fire a shot just over the train."

Rory already had the gun set up and pulled the mechanism. The gun fired and the projectile whooshed over the top of the Prime Minister's carriage, missing it by centimetres. It plummeted into the valley on the other side of the bridge and exploded. The shockwave of both the shot passing over and then detonating made the bridge and train shudder even more.

As Snart predicted, the communicator began beeping a few moments after the blast. "Commissioner Casey," he said.

"Snart. What was that shot for?" demanded Tim. "The money's on the way up!"

"With one of your men, no doubt?" sneered Snart. "Reload, Mick."

"NO, SNART!" shouted Tim. "The money's coming up with a young boy, he's only a teenager! He can't do you any harm!"

"A teenager, eh?" said Snart with interest. "Well, that's more like it, Commissioner. Good thinking on your part. We'll be waiting for him. And so will the people on the train." He then cut the transmission.

Tim exhaled. "Well, he's taken the bait so far, Jeff," he said. "Let's hope it holds out."

"Alan's a brave kid, Tim," he said. "He's been flying Thunderbird 3 since he was fourteen. He'll be fine."

Snart was feeling pleased with himself. He rubbed his hands with glee just as a rumble made him and Rory look over to see the rear section of the bridge give way a little more. The last coach of the train was tilted down at a twenty-degree angle. It was lucky for those aboard that the brakes were holding it in place..

Inside the middle carriage, McCormack was remaining surprisingly calm whilst Robbins was sweating like a pig. "This bridge won't hold out much longer, sir!" he said.

"It'll hold, Robbins," said McCormack confidently. "It's got to!" He might have said different if he could actually see the state that the bridge was in.

"If only we knew that there was someone trying to help," said Robbins.

"There is, Robbins," said McCormack. "There has to be."

They didn't know of course that a young man from the world's most advanced rescue organisation was just leaving the gates of Fort Cheriok on the Snowmobile making his way to Monument Hill to deliver the case of ransom money to the criminals.

Thunderbird 2 was now flying over the Rocky Mountains heading towards the valley.

"We're just crossing the valley's outer perimeter, Thunderbird 5," reported Virgil. "We should get to the bridge soon."

"Virgil, remember you can't go straight to the bridge," John warned. "The ransom's not arrived yet so you can't do the rescue yet."

"What's the status of the bridge?" asked Scott.

"Not good, I'm afraid," John replied. "Structural integrity is at fifty-two percent and failing. Once it's past thirty it could go at any moment."

"There has to be something we can do though?" asked Scott.

"Y-Yes, there is!" said Brains who had just joined in the conversation. "John, if you can c-contact the train and get all personnel into the Prime Minister's car, we can lift them all off in one go without having to evacuate each person by evac-chairs."

"Aren't the train-cars all connected together though, Brains?" asked Scott.

"Correct, Scott," Brains replied. "But I know a w-way we can speed things up once you get the clear to proceed. If Virgil lands Thunderbird 2 j-just around the corner out of sight of the gun and beyond the bridge, Scott, you can use your suit's snow-camouflage-mode to make your way to the bridge and then jetpack up to the train without being noticed. Then you can d-disconnect the middle car from the front and back ones which will allow Thunderbird 2 to use the magnetic grapple to lift the car clear. And h-hopefully before the bridge collapses."

Scott and Virgil exchanged looks. "No pressure then," said Virgil. He checked the radar screen. "The bridge is just around that corner. I'll put her down here and shut off the engines. The crooks may hear them and get suspicious." He brought Thunderbird 2 down low and slow before landing it gently on the valley floor, just around the corner and out of sight of the bridge and Monument Hill.

Rory was listening carefully to a mysterious sound he'd begun to hear. It was faint and distant but had been gradually getting louder. "Hey, Leo," he said. "I think I hear something."

Leo listened. "That be the creaking of the bridge, Mick," he said.

"No, it wasn't the bridge," insisted Rory. "It sounded like aircraft noises."

Leo wasn't concerned as he stood up. "Or it could just be that?" he said, pointing down the path leading up to their position.

Rory looked down and saw the Snowmobile driving up towards them.

"Well what do you know?" said Snart with a sinister grin. "Commissioner Casey was right on the ball. It is a boy he's sent to meet us."

The two men watched as Alan approached with the Snowmobile. Alan watched them closely as he brought the vehicle into a stop. He hadn't seen any photos of the escaped men nor had he gotten a good look at Snart when he'd been talking to Tim over the holo-projector. But now he was seeing them for real, he couldn't help but feel intimidated by them. It was Snart's sinister-looking face and Rory's muscular build that were doing it. Despite this, he did his best to keep himself as calm looking as possible.

The communicator then beeped. "Yes?" said Snart.

"Snart, the Helijet's flying in now," said Tim. "You'll have it in five minutes. And the money should be with you at any moment."

"I am impressed with you, Commissioner," said Snart. "The kid has literally just arrived."

"We've played our part, Snart," said Tim sternly. "Make sure you keep yours."

"Of course, Commissioner," said Snart. "I am a man of my word." He then ended the transmission and turned to Rory. "Mick, go and check the case."

"Right," said Rory gruffly and walked over towards Alan and the Snowmobile.

Alan remained silent and where he was as the escaped convict approached the Snowmobile and Snart kept him covered with his hand-gun.

"Just sit still, kid," said Snart. "Guns tend to give me headaches, you see."

Up until that point, Rory had been having deep regrets about what he was doing, but now that he'd opened up the suitcase and seen what was inside, the greediness that had landed him in prison in the first place had suddenly returned. "Leo! Look at this!" he said, his eyes bright as the lights of a Christmas Tree.

"A million bucks!" said Snart, looking at the money. "What did I tell you, Mick? Was it worth it?"

"Ohhhh, boy!" said Rory with a sinister rumble in his voice. "I already know what I'm spending mine on!"

The two men chuckled with delight. But then Snart stopped suddenly as he noticed something else that was on the Snowmobile. "Hey, kid," Snart said to Alan. "What's that case?"

Alan looked back at the small black case that was sitting on the back between his seat and where the suitcase with the money had been. "That's my secret agent's case," he said.

Snart and Rory looked at each other, puzzled. "Open it up," ordered Snart.

Alan did so and showed them what was inside. The two convicts were surprised to see what was inside it.

"A tiny transmitter?" said Snart, running his brown-gloved fingers over it. "A gun?" He pulled out the blue and red pistol-like device and looked at it carefully. Then he began to chuckle. "How amusing," he said. "Were you expecting trouble, kid?"

"I wasn't sure," Alan replied, doing his best to remain innocent.

Scott cautiously made his way across the open ground towards the weakening railroad bridge. Like how their suits could holographically turn black if they needed to go into stealth-mode, they could also now go white and help them blend in with the snow. He soon reached the bridge and used his jetpack to fly up towards it. "Okay, Thunderbird 5, I'm here," he said. "What's the status of the people on the train?"

"Everyone's been moved into the Prime Minister's car," replied John. "The front and rear ones are now empty."

"Then I'd better get to work," said Scott as he took out his laser cutter. First he went to the section between the middle and rear carriages before using the laser to cut through the couplers. He then carefully cut into his side of the rubber corridor tubing that allowed people to walk between the two so as not to alert the crooks if they saw the red glow from the laser. Once he'd cut away his side he then hand pulled open the other side freeing from the train. "One down. One to go," said Scott. The bridge then shuddered violently. "WOAH!" he said. "Phew!" he then said when it stopped. "I thought it was gonna go then."

"It will v-very soon, Scott," Brains warned. "Structural integrity is down to t-thirty-eight percent!"

"Oh, man," groaned Scott as he hastily made his way towards the coupler and corridor tube that connected the front carriage with the middle one. "I sure hope that ransom isn't far away."

"Radar's picking up a contact moving in towards Monument Hill," John said as he observed the screen in front of him. "It's a Helijet. Must be the one they asked for."

"Let's hope we're not too late," Scott said. "Thunderbird 2, be ready to launch the second we get the go ahead."

"F-A-B! Standing-by!" answered Virgil from Thunderbird 2. "I've got the engines on tick-over so we won't need to wait for them to warm up again when we need them.

The sound of an aircraft engine began to fill the air. All three looked up to see a green Helijet was approaching from above.

"Here's the Helijet, Mick!" said Snart standing up. "Cover the pilot until he walks clear." He looked at Alan's strange-looking gun again before dropping it onto the snow and chuckling. "I know a real gun when I see one, kid," he said. "And that there ain't no gun. But I admire you for thinking of your protection."

Mick closed up the money case and began to walk away with it in the direction of where the Helijet was told to touch down.

Alan glanced over at the bridge. He could see just how damaged it was and knew that any further delay would result in tragedy for those on board the train. "Mr Snart?" he said. "Can I send a message to Commissioner Casey, please?"

"With that toy transmitter?" asked Snart. He chuckled. "Sure, kid. Go ahead." He then turned and began to walk away just as the Helijet came in to land a-hundred yards away from where the gun was. The pilot disembarked from the cockpit and quickly walked away as instructed.

Alan waited until Snart was far enough away before activating the communicator. "Alan to Fort Cheriok. Transfer is complete. The Helijet has also arrived. Rescue can go ahead."

"He did it!" said Grandma with delight.

"Well done, Alan!" said Jeff. "Thunderbird 5 - tell Thunderbird 2 to move in!"

"F-A-B!" said John. "Thunderbird 2 - rescue is GO!"

"F-A-B!" said Virgil as he fired up Thunderbird 2's engines and the green goliath began to rise off the ground again. "Scott, how's that coupler?"

"Coupler's disengaged, Virgil," Scott reported. "Come right in!"

Rory and Snart were just about to board the Helijet when Rory stopped suddenly, listening hard.

"What's the matter?" asked Snart.

"Listen," Rory said. "I can hear that sound again." He then looked out over the valley. "Leo, LOOK!" He pointed towards the bridge.

Snart turned his head and froze. Both men stared in disbelief at the sight of the large green aircraft that had appeared out of nowhere and was now positioning itself above the train. The underside of the module opened and the yellow grapple was lowered out. "What the hell?!" exclaimed Snart.

"That's a Thunderbird!" Rory realised. "They're rescuing the occupants!"

Snart didn't understand. "But how did-?" Then he realised. "That kid's transmitter! It must be real!"

PETOW! An electronic stinger shot narrowly missed the two men forcing them to dive onto the ground. They then looked to see Alan standing next to the Snowmobile holding the gun-like device in his hand. "You're right, Mr Snart," Alan said. "It's not a gun that kills. It's a gun that stings!" He fired again forcing the two convicts to roll about in the snow to evade. Both quickly pulled out their pistols and began to return fire. Alan used the old gun for cover. "Okay, that's enough!" Alan ordered. "Put your hands up!"

Rory fired a shot at Alan and missed. Alan fired back and the stun-shot struck Rory in the chest. He cried out in pain and rolled over, banging the back of his head on a chunk of rock that was partially buried under the snow. Snart then fired and his bullet caught the skin just above Alan's right wrist in the gap between his glove and his coat. He winced in pain and dropped the stun-gun.

Snart jumped to his feet, aiming his gun directly at Alan. "Alright, kid, that's enough!" he barked. "Come towards me, slowly."

With his wrist in pain and with no way to defend himself, Alan did as he was told.

"Mick!" Snart called to his friend. "Can you make it to the Helijet?"

"I…I think so," Rory groaned. His head was throbbing from hitting it on the rock.

Snart turned back to Alan. "Boy, get Mick into the Helijet. MOVE!"

Alan obeyed without a word.

Unaware of what was going on on the mountain, Virgil had managed to lower the grapple over the central carriage of the train. Scott made sure that the four grapple points were locked in place before jetpacking up to stand and hold onto the top section where the cable met the grapple. "Grapple's secure, Thunderbird 2," Scott said. "Take her away!"

"Hold tight," said Virgil as he gently increased power to Thunderbird 2's vertical thrusters. The ship started to rise up and lifted the disconnected carriage clear of the bridge.

It wasn't a moment too soon for with a crying groan of twisting metal, the bridge supports finally gave way and the entire central structure collapsed into the gorge taking the two remaining train carriages with it. There was a monumental crash and shudder as they hit the ground and it sent a shockwave that could be felt for several miles in each direction. It didn't matter though because everyone aboard the train was safe - much to their relief.

"We've made it, sir!" said Robbins with delight.

"Yes, Robbins," said McCormack happily. "We sure did."

Snart was furious with what had just taken place and he wasted no time in voicing his fury at Tim over the Helijet's radio. "Too bad, Casey. It didn't work," he said.

"Snart, what are you talking about?" demanded Tim.

"We're taking the kid with us, Commissioner," said Snart. "You should not have given him a weapon to try and take us out with. Goodbye."

"Snart?" Tim said into the communicator. "SNART?!"

But it was no use. Snart had disconnected the radio and now there was nothing anybody could do to stop the Helijet from lifting off, taking the two convicts and Alan with it.

"They're getting away!" cried Tim.

Grandma clapped her hands over her mouth. "Alan!" she cried.

There was nothing they could do. The Helijet was flying away with Alan completely at the mercy of the escaped men.

A blazing row between Grandma and Jeff had now broken out. "WHY DID YOU LET HIM TAKE HIS STUN-GUN UP THERE?!" Grandma shouted.

"I DIDN'T!" Jeff shouted back. "I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE'D BROUGHT IT WITH HIM!"

"JEFF! SALLY, PLEASE!" Tim bellowed to cut the argument. "Accusing each other isn't going to solve matters. We need options."

Grandma and Jeff backed off from each other, realising that Tim was right.

"I'm sorry," Tim then apologised. "If anyone is to blame it is me. I shouldn't have agreed to let Alan go up there alone."

"We can't give up hope, Tim," Jeff said. "I'll get John to track their movements." He pressed the button on his communicator to call Thunderbird 5. "John, are you there?"

"Yes, Dad. The train and passengers are all safe you'll be glad to know."

"John, listen to me," said Jeff sharply. "I need you to track that Helijet. Alan is on board!"

John's blood ran cold. "Say again, Dad?"

"I said, Alan's on the Helijet, John," Jeff repeated. "Those animals saw Thunderbird 2 and have taken him with them as a result."

"Wait, Dad, back up!" John said. "Why was Alan even up there?!"

Jeff let out a deep sigh. He'd hoped that nobody other than him, Tim, Grandma and Alan would have known about Alan making the delivery to the crooks but now he had no choice but to do so. "Alan took the ransom money up there as we felt they wouldn't trust any of Tim's people. They took the bait until Thunderbird 2 showed up. It seems also that Alan had his stun-gun with him and tried to apprehend them by himself. I guess you could call it a desperate measure."

John felt sick in the stomach as he hastily worked to get a signal lock on the Helijet. "Oh, Alan," he said. "Why do you have to be so reckless sometimes? Okay, I've got a fix on the Helijet. Don't worry, I won't let them out of my sight."

"Well done, son," said Jeff. "Now alert Kayo and have her chase them in Thunderbird Shadow. If anybody can stop them, she can."

John gulped. "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, yeah. About that," he said. Now he was going to have to tell Jeff all about the incident with The Cabal - and like Jeff with Alan's mission, he really hoped not to have done so yet.

The Helijet was now airborne and heading away from the scene as fast as its engines would take it. Snart was in the pilot's seat with Rory and Alan sat in two of the three passenger seats behind. Rory was groaning and holding the back of his head where he'd received a nasty gash from hitting the rock.

"Hang on, Mick!" said Snart. "I'll put her on auto-pilot and come back there." He then shot a cold, icy glare at Alan. "You don't move a muscle, boy!" he ordered as he unstrapped himself and moved round to third seat to tend to Rory's head-wound. "Okay, Mick, old buddy," Snart said. "Now take it easy. You're going to be alright."

Alan watched them closely. He kept switching his attention from the convicts to the empty pilot's seat and back again. He realised that he had only once chance to get out of this. Him taking the money up to them had been a desperate measure, and now it was time for another, Alan decided. One of his own. He checked again to make sure that Snart wasn't looking before slipping off his seat and into the pilot's. He quickly turned off the auto-pilot and grabbed hold of the joystick.

It took Snart a moment to realise where Alan was. "What are you doing, kid?!" he demanded as he shot forwards to grab him. "Get away from those controls!"

But Alan was prepared for him. He reached around and grabbed Snart's arm, stopping it dead. "Firstly, I am NOT a kid!" he snapped. "I am Alan Tracy. Youngest son of the great Jeff Tracy and a member of International Rescue! Which means unlike you, I am a qualified pilot. And that also means that I have the skills to do THIS!" He yanked back the joystick and caused the Helijet's nose to point sharply upwards, throwing Snart back into his seat because he wasn't strapped in. The Helijet made a complete loop before diving at speed towards the ground.

Snart was thrown forwards and his face fell against the glass of the cockpit. He could do nothing but stare in horror as the ground rapidly approached them. "KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!" he screamed in terror as Alan then pulled out of the dive and made a sharp right turn rolling him around the cockpit.. "STOOOOOOOP! YOU'LL KILL US ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"

Alan ignored his cries and continued to make the Helijet make hard climbs, dives and turns to keep Snart off balance whilst at the same time steering it back in the direction of Fort Cheriok.

"I guess you could call it a desperate measure?" John finished lamely.

Jeff was fuming by the time John had finished explaining about Kayo and Scott's encounters with The Cabal. "You see, Mother," he said to Grandma. "This is why I can never take a vacation! I need to be on hand to prevent things like this from happening!"

But Grandma was quick to bring him down. "That didn't stop you from allowing Kayo to pursue her own personal goal of bringing some people to justice last year," she said reminding him of the time Kayo had made it her mission to bring the culprits of a English convenience store attempted assassination and robbery to justice after a traumatic experience at the hands of Havoc.

"That's…that's different," Jeff said, still fuming. "Those were petty crooks, not super-villains!"

"Er, Jeff?" interrupted Tim. "I think your son's trying to tell us something."

Jeff turned back to John's hologram. "What is it?" he said sharply.

"There's something weird happening with the Helijet," said John. He forwarded a hologram radar image from Thunderbird 5 to Tim's desk.

Tim, Jeff and Grandma blinked in surprise at what they saw. They could see the hologram of the Helijet as it made its unusual manoeuvres.

"What on Earth?!" exclaimed Grandma.

"Is there something wrong with it?" asked Tim. "I've never seen a Helijet perform aerobatics before!"

"I've run a scan of its internals," said John. "All systems are functioning perfectly. Whoever is at the controls is making it do that."

"Which means either those convicts are terrible pilots," Grandma said. "Or…"

Jeff broke the silence as realisation dawned upon him. "Alan!"

Alan continued to zip the Helijet around keeping Snart off balance. Rory wasn't strapped in either and was also being tossed about in his seat. He was then thrust forwards, knocking his head again on the back of the pilot's seat and knocked himself out cold.

Alan made another sharp dive and then pulled the Helijet up again, throwing Snart to another part of the cockpit. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, hell…" Snart groaned feebly. "I think I'm gonna…BLURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!"

Alan grimaced. "Ugh, gross!" he said, deciding that perhaps this was more than the two criminals could take and decided to stop performing aerobatics and return them to Fort Cheriok.

Every movement was observed on the holo-projector by John, Jeff, Grandma and Tim.

"They're heading back to the Fort," John said.

Tim wasted no time in grabbing his coat, hat and rifle. "Come on, let's get out there!" he said.

Jeff and Grandma also grabbed their coats and hats and followed Tim outside where they were joined outside the Fort's boundary wall by a group of other guards. They watched and waited as the Helijet came in and made a gentle landing a short distance from the entrance. The guards then surrounded the Helijet with their rifles trained on it.

Tim spoke into a loudspeaker. "Snart! Rory! It's over! Come out with your hands up!"

The door opened and a rather ill-looking Snart tumbled out and landed in the snow. His face was as green as the Helijet's paintwork. He simply groaned weakly, which told everyone that he wasn't going to be a problem.

"Alan!" cried Grandma, running to hug her Grandson. "Oh, thank heavens you're safe!"

"Ow, Grandma, you're squishing me!" grumbled Alan.

Once Grandma let go of Alan, Jeff pulled him into a hug. "Son…" he said, weeping a few tears of joy. "Don't you dare do that to me again. Please."

Alan smiled with relief. He'd half been expecting to get a right dressing down for what he'd done. "Of course, Dad," he promised.

Scott and Virgil came to visit Jeff, Alan and Grandma after delivering the carriage of train occupants to their destination. The Prime Minister could now attend his conference, none the worse for his ordeal. Alan's arm was in a sling due to the minor injury he had sustained from Snart's bullet. It was only a flesh wound but Grandma insisted on tending to it just to be safe.

"Sounds like you got a bit more adventure than you thought you'd get," Virgil remarked.

"We're Tracy's. Adventure always tends to find us," Alan said with a grin.

"And John has told me all about what's been going on with you boys," Jeff said to his two eldest sons. "Tangling with The Cabal, eh, Scott?"

Scott braced himself for a dressing down. "Yes, Dad," he said. "Not by choice though. I couldn't let Captain Rigby remain in their hands."

"Didn't think you liked the guy?" remarked Grandma,

Scott raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't say I'd entirely trust him with my life," Scott confessed. "But what was it you once said, Grandma? We don't get to pick and choose who we rescue?"

Grandma smiled. "Spoken like a true Tracy," she said proudly.

"I also hear they have some additional members?" Jeff said.

Scott nodded. "The White Ghost and a new mechanic called Techno.

A serious look crossed Jeff's face. "Then we now know who it was who had that miniaturised mecca implanted in me," he said.

"He wasn't the one who gave it to you though, Dad," said Virgil. "The White Ghost posed as the wine waitress and slipped it into your drink."

Jeff gritted his teeth. "The Hood's gone too far already this time,," he said. "The sooner these morons are brought to justice, the better!"

"They're tough, Dad," Scott said. "I got lucky when I encountered them. Havoc messed up and accidentally opened the Cargo Bay door which gave me the opportunity to escape with Rigby. I shudder to think if it had gone the other way."

Jeff walked up to his eldest son. "Scott, I won't lie to you. I think what you did was reckless and totally dangerous," he said. "We could have lost you because of what you did."

Scott looked down at his feet with shame. "I know, Dad," he said. "I'm sorry."

"However," Jeff continued. "I have no option but to let you off the hook, because I have done no better myself. It was my idea to send Alan up with the ransom money. Tim tried to talk us out of it and we didn't listen to him. And we nearly lost Alan because of it."

"But your point was valid, Jeff," said Tim from behind his desk. "Snart would not have trusted any of my own people and the Prime Minister would likely have been blown up by that old gun. We were right to take the risk."

"Looks like we've all been taking desperate measures," said Scott.

"What's gonna happen to the crooks?" asked Virgil. "Back in their cells?"

"Indeed, Virgil," said Tim. "Rory's parole has been revoked and they will now both be serving life sentences - without a trial or any possible chance of a parole."

"Really?" said Scott. "I'm no expert on the criminal justice system but I guess attempted murder of the Prime Minister by shelling the bridge counts as a life sentence?"

"They did commit murder, Scott," said Jeff grimly. "Mr Snart killed the two men with their work detail truck as well as one of the men who were manning the gun."

"And Rory killed the other man," added Tim. he looked down on his desk with sorrow. "That operator was only nineteen years old."

This made the brothers feel sick. "Disgraceful," said Virgil.

"Disgusting," agreed Scott.

"Despicable," finished Grandma.

Alan scratched his head. "Am sure that that first line is normally said by Gordon?" he muttered quietly to himself.

The Hood and The White Ghost entered the laboratory where Techno had been working.

"What progress?" The Hood asked.

"The transfer has been completed," Techno replied. "I called you here because I am about to open up the crate."

"Excellent," said The Hood. "Let's see what comes out of there."

The White Ghost said nothing. Havoc's screaming had stopped quite some time ago and she was scared of what might have happened. Despite there being talk of an experiment by both The Hood and Techno, neither of them had told her or even Havoc anything about what it was about.

The Hood moved his hoverchair towards the crate and removed his oxygen mask. He could manage without it for a little while before needing it again. "Open the crate," he said, eager to see what was inside.

Techno pressed a button and the top of the long coffin-like crate opened and folded back over the sides. They then fell away and the shorter end sections also folded down to reveal the figure of a woman laying on her back on the base of the crate. It was Havoc, but straight away both The Hood and The White Ghost noticed that there was something very different about the shape of her body.

For a few moments there was silence before Havoc's figure sat up before slipping sideways off the table and standing up straight. Spotlights shone on her. The White Ghost gasped and covered her mouth with her hands whilst her eyes went wide with horror. The Hood also looked stunned by what he was seeing. Havoc did not look anything like she had done when she'd been placed in the crate. The majority of her body was now encased in a shiny organic silver metal armoured suit. Only her face remained free of any armour whilst the sides and back of her head were encased in the armour. There was a section missing from the top of the armour where her distinctive coloured hair was poking out of. Her hands appeared to now look like claws and around the bases of her feet were what looked like talons. Then she tensed herself up and with a whir and a click, a pair of metallic wings emerged from behind her back from some kind of power-pack that was a part of the armour. Both the wings had what appeared to be detachable organic feathers that could be used as razor-sharp weapons. She now looked incredibly dangerous.

"It worked," said Techno. "The experiment has been a success."

The White Ghost was still in total shock by what she was seeing and felt really scared now.

The Hood on the other hand was delighted with the result. "Rise…my Silver Swan!"