Gordon dove through the surface of the hard sea. Desperately trying to find Alan, his only little brother. Even as an Olympic swimming gold medallist, the strong currents were getting the better of Gordon. He held his breath as his lungs screamed for air.
He did not have the correct gear for an under-water rescue on. His rescue suit felt heavy. Gordon felt his panic of not finding his brother swell up.
"Alan! Where are you! Please God, let me find him. Don't take him from me too." he thought.
After what felt like a small eternity, he finally spotted Alans golden hair, slowly sinking deeper towards the bottom of the ocean. Gordon finally reached him, so thankful, to have his little brother in his arms again. Pushing himself to the very limit of his body's capabilities, they finally resurfaced.
But something had gone horribly wrong, Alan was not breathing. Gordons rescue line was no longer connected to thunderbird twos rescue platform.
Gordon looked around for his brothers. Even if his rescue line snapped, they should be here and ready to help them in another way.
They were in mortal peril; Alan was not breathing. Where were they?!
Gordon could not perform CPR in these conditions. With the typhoon causing several meter high waves, rolling relentlessly over their heads, it was hard enough to keep a lifeless Alan on the surface. He could not see the Thunderbirds.
"Think Gordon, think!" he thought to himself, "Rescue light". Gordon lit his rescue light, and the accompanying red smoke would hopefully allow his brothers to find them faster.
As if an answer to his prayers, the sound of Thunderbird twos engines was finally close enough to be heard over the howling winds. "Finally help is here. Hold on Allie, just hold on a little longer, please!" Gordon thought, while paddling water for both him and his brother.
They were airlifted to shelter in Thunderbird two. Something felt off. Gordons squid sense was acting up, but he pushed the feeling to the back of his head. All that mattered, is to get Alan breathing again! He had to be okay, he just had to be.
As soon as they were in the safety of Thunderbird two, he noticed that something other than his only little brothers' lifeless body, was seriously wrong.
The people he saw, was not his brothers. This was not Virgil's Thunderbird. Gordon felt even more panic flood his veins, and he froze for a couple of seconds, trying to process what the hell was going on. Gordon looked around in his shock. His eyes landed on his little brother's pale face; his lips were blue. That was unacceptable, his brother should be laughing, jumping around and be an annoying little pest. Not laying lifelessly on the floor, blood dripping from his head, forming a puddle on the deck below.
Thankfully Gordons brain started to cooperate again, and he threw himself on the floor and started CPR on his brother. Everything else could wait. No matter what had happened, what the hell was going on, it could wait until he had his little brother breathing again. That was the only thing that mattered.