On Tracy Island II
Grandma Tracy, Brains, and the others watched through holographic video screens as Jeff was arrested and taken aboard a GDF flyer. They were too stunned to say anything.
A few minutes later – after the GDF flyer carrying Jeff was a fairly safe distance away – Brains said, "W-We'd better implement the f-final part of D-Defence Protocol D-Delta."
"What's that?" Scott asked.
Brains and Grandma looked at each other.
ON THE GDF FLYER
Colonel Casey was on the bridge. She was still unsettled about having just arrested her ex-husband, two of her children, and almost arresting other family members. OK, it wasn't as bad with Jeff. He's her ex. But her children?
Casey's thoughts were interrupted by an enormous explosion. The GDF flyer was rocked by the blast waves. After steadying herself, Casey demanded, "What the hell was that?"
Looking at his instruments, one of the pilots responded, "It appears that Tracy Island has just been blown up."
"Blown up?!" Casey asked. "How?"
"I don't know, Colonel," the man replied. "But Tracy Island is no more. And neither are the men we had on there."
Colonel Casey walked into the hold. "Your island just blew up," she told Jeff.
Jeff smiled at her. "We all have our defence mechanisms, don't we?"
Lucy glared at him, then left.
ON TRACY ISLAND II
"That Colonel Casey is a real bitch," Scott remarked.
Grandma and Brains looked at each other. They knew it was time. "Scott," Grandma said, "there's something you need to know."
IR BASE, MARS
Sylvia Mustchin nee Tracy was in the control room, along with John-Michael, Lady Isabella, Kayo, Alan, Paul, Dr Hackenbacker and Racheal. There was a beep. John-Michael pressed the button. Scott's image popped up. "Any news, Scott?" J-M asked.
"Yes, there is," Scott replied. "And it's not good. I'd like to speak with Sylvia and Alan alone."
The others all looked at Sylvia and Alan. They nodded, so the others left.
"It's about Mum," Scott began.
PICO DE ORIZABA, MEXICO, A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER
Jeremiah Tuttle was on vacation with his mother. They were admiring and photographing the Pico de Orizaba – the highest mountain in Mexico. It was evening, and no-one else was around. They heard a rumble, and looked up. What looked like a spaceship was making its descent towards the side of the mountain.
As they watched, a whole section of the mountain opened up like a sliding door. The ship – they just caught its name, Reptilian II – disappeared inside. The "door" then slid into place, and the mountain looked just the same as it had before.
Jeremiah looked at his mother. "I'd better call International Rescue." He headed for the car, then came back. "Where'd I put the phone, Ma?"
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
The Italian looked around him in confusion. Last thing he remembered, he was on a life raft somewhere south of Asia, a flying saucer overhead. Now, he's suddenly in what looks like New York. He took out his cigar, and exhaled smoke. Everything looked different from when he'd last been here. Buildings were now all glass. Cars looked completely different.
It was then he spotted a newspaper stand. He quickly went over. But before he could absorb the headlines, he spotted the date: February 5th, 2020. NO! He thought. Impossible! He had been in the 1930s. "Excuse me," he asked the newspaper stand operator, "what is today's date?"
The stand operator picked up a copy of the paper and looked at it. "It says right here, February 5th, 2020."
The Italian managed a weak nod before buying a copy. He then found a nearby park bench and sat down. Dominating the front page was the headline, INTERNATIONAL RESCUE EXPOSED AS TRAITOROUS REBELS, LEADER ARRESTED. "Never heard of them," he muttered to himself, but still read it anyway. It turned out that not just the leader, but two of his sons had been arrested. Their trial was due in a week.
ON TRACY ISLAND II
Scott and Kyrano were watching the TV. "The trial of traitors Jeff Tracy and his two sons, Virgil and Gordon, will occur in one week, on the 12th. In the meantime, they are being held at Parkmoor Scrubs Prison."
"Right," Scott mused. "Well, we've got one week to save Dad, Virgil and Gordon, and save de Jersey and ben Gurion, and expose the whole charade."
"Well," Alan said, "Thunderbirds are GO!"
Sorry for being so short! The next one should be longer.