IN A GDF FLYER, MAKING ITS APPROACH TO AUSTRALIA

Colonel Casey was nearly in a panic. Thunderbird 2 had been impounded in London, and its pilots put in prison. She had immediately demanded pictures of the two pilots, which came through a couple of minutes later. There was no mistaking them from the pictures she had seen of them years before. Virgil and Gordon Tracy.

What have I gotten myself into?

IN CANBERRA, AUSTRALIAN PROVINCE

International Rescue's Canberra agent, James Bond Jr (son of a retired MI6 agent), was getting seriously worried. The GDF seemed to be building a strike force of some sort here in Canberra, aimed at somewhere in the South Pacific. The GDF's second-in-command, Colonel Janus, had arrived a couple hours ago, and now the head honcho, Colonel Casey, was soon to make landfall. Something big was happening. In addition, he could have sworn he had overheard an officer mention a particular longitude. It just happened ot be the longitude of Tracy Island! (Bond was one of only two IR agents to have been told the location of the base; he was never told the identity of the other one.) He decided to radio it in.

At his home, Brains had modified his TV, computer, phone, etc, so that the listening, watching and tracking devices in them simply didn't work – so the World Intelligence Network would never know what he was doing. He went to the comms and pressed a button.

ON TRACY ISLAND

Jeff was packing his things, having informed Lady Penelope about the situation a couple hours ago. He heard the communicator in the lounge beep, and Scott answer it. "Agent 007," he heard Scott say. "What's up?"

"I need to speak to Jeff," was Bond's response. His codename was actually Agent 7, but due to his father, a famous retired MI6 agent, everyone called him 007.

"Sure," Scott replied, before calling, "Dad!"

"I heard," Jeff replied as he entered the lounge. "What is it, James?"

"The GDF are preparing some large strike force aimed at the South Pacific. The military's head honchos are all flying in for it. I can't be certain, but from what I overheard, they may be heading your way."

"Thank you for confirming what we had heard," Jeff responded. "We're implementing Defence Protocol Delta."

"It's that serious?" Bond asked.

"I'm afraid so," Jeff responded. "Keep an eye out, and keep us informed on any updates to the situation."

"F-A-B! Agent 7 out."

Jeff sighed. "What is she thinking?"

ON MARS

The Reptilian I approached the surface of Mars. It adjusted its direction to head for the SQ base.

IN THUNDERBIRD 6

High above the surface of Mars, Zachariah Mustchin (nicknamed Zac) was on duty looking out for distress calls on the red planet. He was married to Jeff Tracy's daughter Sylvia. He was just noticing the Royal Family's spaceship approaching the planet. Then the communicator beeped, and his father-in-law's hologram appeared. "What's up, boss? I'd welcome a break from all the reports on the surface about reptilians."

Jeff laughed. "I bet. And I told you to stop calling me that!"

"OK, chief," Zac cheekily replied. "What's happening anyway?"

Jeff informed him of the situation. "Shit." (That was Zac, not Jeff.)

"I know," Jeff replied. "Relay the information to your brother. Keep a lookout, and be ready for action."

"Sure thing," Zac replied, before hanging up. He then went and pressed another button.

IN IR'S BASE ON THE MARTIAN SURFACE

John-Michael Mustchin, Zac's older brother and the head of IR's Mars branch, was sitting at the head desk. He was bored; IR Mars was having a slow day, and most calls were complaints about the native reptilian population. His wife Lady Isabella (Lady Penelope's younger sister) had just brought him lunch. "Thank you, Izzy."

Just then, the communicator beeped and Zac's hologram appeared. "What's shaking, Zac?" John-Michael said through a mouthful. "Something not involving more reptilians?"

"Oh, we most definitely do." And with that, Zac explained the situation.

"Darn." (That was John-Michael, not Zac.) "Can you see where the ship is headed?"

Zac checked their apparent flight path. "They appear to be heading for that SQ base."

"SQ?" John-Michael asked. "Isn't that the one rumoured to hire all the non-human riff-raff?"

"Yes."

"Double darn."

ELSEWHERE ABOVE MARS

Reptilian I made its approach to SQ base, turning around so as to land upright. While the base was entirely enclosed (as protection from the untamed Martian reptilians, as well as keeping the public out), the centre of the roof (with big letters SQ) opened. The spaceship landed, and the roof shut.

The room had temporarily vacated as the shuttle landed. Now it filled with humans, grays, sasquatch and reptilians. The "non-human riff-raff".

The shuttle's door (level with the top level) opened, and the Emperor exited with a couple soldiers. Then Donald de Jersey and Benjamin ben Gurion were escorted by soldiers from the ship. They paused for a second to glare at their captor, who merely smiled smugly and said, "Take them to their cells." He then picked up his radio and said to the spaceship's captain, "Take her back." As the room cleared, the ship took off back for earth.

A few minutes later, a second ship, Reptilian II, made its landing in the base. After the room had filled again, Emperor Edward IX radioed the captain, "Alright, bring them out." The door opened, and 6 prisoners (3 males, 3 females) were escorted out at gunpoint. Edward looked at the two oldest women, and smiled grimly. "Perhaps now your husbands won't be so stubborn." Before they could respond, he then barked, "Take them to their cells."

IN BERN, SWISS PROVINCE

He sat on a park bench, reading a German-language newspaper. He looked just like any other person, apart from his Asian features. But even these were becoming less and less uncommon. He was reading a report about the two world leaders' visit. The article was quite derogatory, of course. "Amazing the media bias these days," he murmured to himself amusedly. "Then again, they always were biased."

It was then he heard a voice in his head, sounding like the Emperor's. Agent 79.

I prefer The Hood, was Agent 79's mental response.

Whatever, the Emperor replied. I have a mission for you.

The Hood was all ears. Edward continued, The world must continue to think that President de Jersey and Prime Minister ben Gurion are safe and well, and that no foul play has happened. I would like you to impersonate de Jersey, while your son – the so-called Black Phantom – will impersonate ben Gurion. We have a fix on your location. You will be picked up in a few minutes, and your son shortly after that.

Yes, your Majesty, The Hood replied. He immediately stood up and looked around. No-one. He then pulled out his little remote and pressed a button. His face was immediately holographically disguised as de Jersey's, as was his voice. He waited for the car to show up.