So it begins...
The morning was crisp and cruel, like a frosty winters day in the middle of July. The Tracy family, or what was left of it, were making early preparations for the arrival of Lady Penelope and her daughter, Kya. Many of the Tracy's were still asleep, leaving Jeff and Brains to do most of the work. Not long after the preparations had started, John woke up to find rain pattering through an open window and onto a pad of paper. He rushed over in order to inspect the damage. Nothing was left of the first few pages, but the remaining few were unscathed. His childhood memories, sketched carelessly into an old scrap book, to remind him of his mother. It was at this point when John heard a large thud from downstairs and went to investigate.
John was greeted by a wave of laughter when he entered the room. Jeff had tried to fix the broken blind hanging up at one of the windows when he misplaced his step on the ladder and fell onto the sofa nearby. Virgil and his girlfriend were sat in the kitchen watching the hilarious frenzy as John helped his father up. Jeff didn't see the funny side, but John couldn't help but laugh. The few Tracy's that were awake continued to clean and tidy up the house before breakfast.
An hour later, when all of the Tracy's were up and about, Lady Penelope and Co arrived silently on the beach, and slowly made their way up to the now spotless house. They were greeted warmly and began talking about what to do next.
"So what's the plan, Dad?" Virgil asked, sitting on the edge of the sofa. "We can't just sit here and let other people look for them... it doesn't seem right."
"I know. Our plan has changed. As of this morning we're going out, and finding them, whatever it takes. I thought they would of found them by now..." Jeff Tracy stopped mid-sentence, "Boys, prepare the 'birds. Lady Penelope, if you wouldn't mind, find out as much as you can about possible captors or past enemies. Kya, be ready back here for any injury's and help Brains, and ladies, if you could help with that too." There was a mixture of 'Yes sirs' from the ladies and 'FAB's' from the boys before they separated in different directions.
There was masses of smoke as Thunderbird 3 launched from the highest point on the island, Carrying John and Gordon towards Thunderbird 5. Thunderbird 2 was next into the sky, followed closely by Thunderbird 1.
"Right Boys" Jeff said, sitting in the pilot seat on Thunderbird 2, "We cant do too much until we get information from Lady Penelope, I suggest you just scan a chosen area." But before any of them could break formation, there was an emergency transmission from Thunderbird 5.
"Right Lads." John started. "Don't want to worry you, but communication from Tracy Island has been taken offline by an unidentified computer source. I am attempting to override the command." Each of the monitors on Thunderbird 5 was showing a different concerned Tracy. After several attempts to override the unknown block John Tracy decided it was a lost cause.
"I can't override the block, its written in some sort of code." John said looking at his fathers monitor.
"Don't worry John, I'm sure they are fine." With that, the monitors began to go fuzzy and the audio cut out. John was desperately calling into the microphone in the hope one of them would answer back. A high pitched squealing noise invaded the air, causing John and Gordon to cup their ears in discomfort. Sparks flew out of the central monitor, all lights blew out and electricity was cut off, leaving the two boys stood in the darkness.
"Looks like were stuck here" Gordon said, looking at the now locked air-lock into Thunderbird 3.
"Guess so." John replied, sitting down in the darkness, "We'll just have to wait it out..."
"John? JOHN?" Jeff was now shouting into the microphone.
"Face it ,Dad. Whoever is doing this is picking us off one by one." Scott said from Thunderbird 1.
"Don't talk like that, Scott!" Jeff had lost his temper.
"Don't mean to interfere with your domestic in the sky but it appears were about to fly into some thick fog." Virgil butted in from next to his father.
"Right, keep transmission on, I don't want to loose contact with anyone else." Jeff's voice was stern. Thunderbird 1 and 2 flew alongside each other into the thickening fog. As in Thunderbird 5, the monitors in Thunderbird 1 went fuzzy, and cut out.
"Dad? DAD?" Scott shouted into the microphone. "Damn it..." He shouted. An odd green coloured mist surrounded Thunderbird 1...
"Scott? Answer me?" Jeff was now standing up at the controls in Thunderbird 2.
"Dad, there's no sign of him on the radar." Virgil said. "Wherever Fermat and Alan are, my guess is that's where Scott is too, and maybe John and Gordon as well. Its just us..." Jeff sat down in defeat, and placed his hand onto his sons shoulder in reassurance.
"We'll just have to find them then wont we?" A loud humming came from Thunderbird 4's docking from below.
"I'll check it out" Virgil said, before getting up and walking below.
"Virgil, what's wrong?" Jeff shouted ten minuets later, hearing his son coughing. "Virgil?" There was no answer. Knocking auto-pilot on Jeff went to investigate what was wrong. What he found was nothing. Nothing was wrong, to be more exact, there was nothing except a mossy green residue on the floor.
"Virgil?" Jeff shouted out, looking around to see that Virgil was nowhere to be seen. He fell onto the floor next to the green residue and hung his head.
"What now..."