Doing CPR wasn't something that you got used to doing. It was something that felt so inherently wrong, to push hard on a human's chest, in order to pump their blood through their body for them. Blowing air into their lungs because they could not do it themselves anymore. In a desperate attempt to bring them back to life. The successful resuscitation rate was quite low. Having to do CPR, on your little brother, was indescribably heart wrenching.
"Don't leave me Allie! One, two, three, four. Come back! Twelve, thirteen, fourteen. You are not allowed to go before me! Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three. Wake up sleepyhead, you're scaring the crap out of me! Twenty-nine, thirty and two breaths. And repeat." Gordon thought to himself while doing chest compressions on his only little brother.
Gordon finally got help with the CPR, someone in a white uniform had brought a defibrillator. The strange person cut Alans blue rescue uniform off his chest and attached the defibrillator correctly. Gordon was so thankful for the help! Gordon did not notice anything else about his helper, he was having tunnel vision on his brother and the task of pumping his blood around his body manually.
The helper ordered Gordon to step back, as the defibrillator indicated Alans cardiac rhythm, ventricular fibrillation, wasshockable. Gordon complied with the order.
Seeing the electric shock tense all of Alans muscle, was terrifying. But hearing Alan cough up water he swallowed while drowning, groaning and the stabilised sinus rhythm the defibrillator was playing sounded like music to Gordon's ears. He shot forward and helped Alan roll over to his side, as to not choke on the water he coughed up, while saying "You're okay Alan! I got you! I promise, I'm here, I got you! Don't you dare do that to me again, okay!".
The helper hooked Alan up on oxygen. Before turning to speak to Gordon. The helper had prioritised the heart stop before. Now, when his unconscious patient had a pulse and was breathing on his own, he spared a few seconds on introductions.
The helper spoke "Hi, I'm with international rescue! Your friend is stabilised. Can I ask, what the hell you were doing in the ocean off an oilrig, that you do not work on, in the middle of a typhoon, dressed in bad international rescue cosplay?!".
Gordon was shocked speechless for the first time in his life.
The international rescue imposter continued "Your friend almost died; you both would have died if we did not save you. Who the hell are you, and what gives you the right to imitate us!".
The alarm bells ringing in Gordon's head, screaming that something was wrong, came back to the forefront of his mind, now that his little brother was breathing on his own again.
Gordons utter terror, for his little brother, was quickly turned into anger. "We're the impostors? I'm thankful for the help with my brother. But you seemed to have it turned around. Everyone knows that it is the Tracy family that runs international rescue. As I am Gordon Tracy, and this is my little brother, Alan Tracy, we are the real deal."
Gordon looked around and continued "Your imitation of Thunderbird two is good, but still way off base, your uniforms are completely wrong. Who the hell are you trying to imitate in that white crap disguising as a uniform. Everyone knows international rescues uniform are blue. I don't know what your deal is, but if you could just return us to our brothers, before they go full smother hens on us it would be appreciated! We can forget all this impersonation crap, as a thank you for helping me save Alans life!".
Now it was the IR-imposters turn to be speechless. After a little while, he removed his helmet covering his face, reviling dark blond hair and blue eyes. His face was very familiar to Gordon, but the colouring was wrong.
The imposter who had gotten his voice back said" Well that's interesting. Because I am Virgil Tracy. No one outside our close circle of friends and family knows who we are, and you are not my brothers. I think it would be best if we take this back to Tracy Island, to try to figure out, what the hell is going on.".
Gordon felt his anxiety spike, and said to his unconscious brother "Oh Sprout, I think we're not in Kansas anymore".