THE Tracy's had every right to be wary of Warren Grafton. Ever since the Ice-Fortress incident that had grounded the entire United States and South America, Jeff had been secretly working behind the scenes with the family's lawyers to try and keep Grafton off their backs. Grafton had made no attempts to hide his content for International Rescue following his argument with Scott after Scott had refused to recover his brand-new private aircraft. What exactly Grafton was wanting to do nobody seemed to know, but Jeff couldn't help feeling worried now knowing that Grafton had arrived at the Bensheba Refinery and was no doubt giving Scott and Virgil a hard time.

Grandma brought him some coffee. "You've got that troubled look about you," she remarked. "Boys on a hard mission?"

"They've completed the actual mission but they're in for a hard time now I think, Mother," Jeff replied. "Grafton turned up at the refinery. I dread to think what grief he's giving the boys right now."

"Hmm," said Grandma. "You'd better make our lawyers aware in case he tries to sue us for damage to the refinery that we didn't cause."

Jeff frowned. "I can't believe he'd be that stupid, Mother," he remarked. "As arrogant and as nasty as Warren Grafton is, he is a very successful businessman. He didn't get to where he is now without working hard. Even if some of his methods are more than questionable."

"Like marrying the woman that he did?" said Grandma.

"I would hardly bring Larissa into this," said Jeff.

"Why not?" asked Grandma. "She's not just his wife, you know. She's also a very well respected and sought after lawyer."

"Who's never lost a case, so I'm told," finished Jeff. He got up from his desk, walked over to the window and stared out across the Pacific. "I have a bad feeling we're not gonna hear the end of this for quite some time, Mother."

"LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT THIS!" Grafton bellowed, pointing at the charred remains of the refinery where the fire had been raging near the fuel tanks. "HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THIS IS GONNA COST TO REPAIR?!"
"At least no lives were lost," said Scott, doing his best to be civil.

"I don't give a DAMN ABOUT THAT!" thundered Grafton. "This is the biggest refinery in the world! Millions of dollars are made by shipping fuel through it for export. This shutdown is gonna cause massive setbacks!"

"The damage is bad, sir," said Broskitt. "But it can be repaired."

"Yes, but how quickly?" Grafton said shortly. "Can you get it done by the end of today?"

Broskitt shook his head. "Definitely not, sir. At least two months I reckon before-"

"EXACTLY MY POINT!" bellowed Grafton making everyone jump again. "WHAT USE IS THIS PLACE IF WE CAN'T DELIVER?!" He then threw a brief dirty look at the Tracy brothers. "Of course the damage would be a lot less if you hadn't shown up."

"Er, excuse us?" said Virgil, offended. "We put out the fire, we didn't start it!"

"That's irrelevant, Tracy!" snapped Grafton. "You made the damage worse when you dropped bombs on it!"

"Bombs?!" Scott and Virgil spluttered indignantly.

"Those were nitro-glycerine canisters!" Virgil protested. "They're-"

"Save your breath, Virgil," Scott said. "This idiot won't listen to a word you say."

Hicks advanced threateningly towards Scott. "Say that again," he said dangerously.

Grafton too moved towards Scott. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" he said.

Scott scoffed. "Would it matter to either of you if I did?" he asked. "Suppose we didn't put the fire out, and this place exploded. Wouldn't that set you back and cost you a heck of a lot more?"

Grafton remained silent.

"All these people are under your employment, Mr Grafton. If they'd all been killed, that'd be on you!" Scott continued.

"Don't try to guilt-trip me, boy!" spat Grafton. "Broskitt, how long was the fire raging before they got here?"

"At least forty-five minutes, sir," said Broskitt.

"And how long was it before our Fire Department was on the scene?"

"Within minutes, sir."

Grafton sniffed. "My thoughts exactly," he said. He turned back to the brothers. "Not only do you boys take forever to get to danger zones, but you cause just as much damage when you get there! Broskitt, you had no business to even call them in!"

Scott and Virgil were about to protest but Broskitt's response took them and Grafton by surprise. "I didn't call them, sir."

"What, they just randomly turned up out of the blue?" snapped Grafton.

"I called them." It was the controller who'd been in the room with Broskitt and Hicks. "I saw just how bad things were getting and thought we needed help."

Grafton slowly advanced towards the controller and stopped less than a metre away. "You're fired!"

A chorus of shocked gasps and protests erupted from the remaining workers who'd been watching nearby.

"What the hell?!"

"That's outrageous!"

"You take that back!"

BANG! Hicks had fired his pistol into the air. "SILENCE!" he bellowed.

"Mr Grafton, you can't do this!" protested Broskitt.

"Can't I?" said Grafton, rounding on him. "I could just as easily fire you for allowing this incident to even happen!"

Broskitt stood his ground. "You may be the overall boss, but I'm still in charge of this refinery, sir. I need only say 'Walk' and every single person who works here will head out of that gate."

"Then consider yourself relieved of duty, Mr Broskitt," said Grafton. "However, I will not be letting you go entirely. I believe one of our drilling rigs needs a new supervisor. Consider yourself reallocated to that."

Broskitt gritted his teeth and growled quietly to himself.

"As for YOU!" Grafton thundered, turning to point an accusing finger at the Tracy brothers. "I will-" He broke off and blinked. He looked around. Scott and Virgil had disappeared. "Where the hell did they-"

The rumble of engines was heard behind the building and Thunderbirds 1 and 2 then emerged from behind as they made their exit from the scene.

"HEY!" Grafton bellowed up at them. "GET BACK DOWN HERE! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!"

Hicks pulled out his gun again and rather strangely tried shooting the two Thunderbirds. His bullets fell well short of the targets and wouldn't have had an effect anyway.

The Thunderbirds turned and fired their main boosters, racing away from the scene.

Gertie Benson, who had also been watching from nearby, also decided to sneak away. She quietly dialled her supervisor. "Did you get all of that, Jack?"

"Sure did," answered the supervisor over the ear piece. "This is gonna make a hell of a story."

As the Thunderbirds headed back across the ocean towards Tracy Island, Virgil was made uncomfortable by the uneasy silence that was coming from Thunderbird 1. It had been Virgil's idea to sneak away during the outburst of protests following Grafton's firing of the controller. Scott had almost lunged at Grafton and Virgil had had to hold him back, like he had done before. As he glanced across at the sistership, he couldn't help but feel something was wrong with his elder brother. "Scott…are you okay?"

Inside Thunderbird 1, Scott sat very still. His hands gripping the controls tightly. His expression was dark. Anger was flooding through his body like never before.

"Scott?" Virgil's voice asked again. "Are you okay?"

Scott didn't respond. Instead he slammed the controls to full forwards and Thunderbird 1 soared away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Virgil sighed heavily and then contacted Tracy Island. "Thunderbird 2 to base."

Jeff's hologram appeared. "Go ahead, Virgil? Is everything okay?"

Virgil wanted to say that everything was, but couldn't bring himself to lie. "No, Dad. I'm afraid it is not," he sighed. "I'm actually calling to pre-warn you that there's an angry volcano heading your way and will get there before I do."

Jeff groaned. He knew what would be coming now. "Great…" he sighed. "I think I'd better have my aspirin in advance this time."

FAB1 was driving through the streets of London. Parker drove as per usual whilst in the back were Gordon and Lady Penelope. Gordon had been spending the past week at the Creighton-Ward Mansion and although he was sad to be almost leaving, he was also secretly eager to get back to Tracy Island and do a mission with Thunderbird 4.

"It's been so nice having you over, Gordon," said Penelope. "With Mother and Father away, life can get pretty dull at home."

"Dull? You?" laughed Gordon. "Your life is never dull, Pen. Is it, Parker?"

"H'Indeed not, Mr Gordon, sir," agreed Parker. "Charity balls. Sporting events. The occasional spot of h'espionage."

"Give me espionage over charity balls any day," Penelope remarked to herself. She then glanced out of the window. "Ah, here we are, Parker. Pull over here."

Parker pulled FAB1 over to the side of the road. He got out to open the door for Penelope and Gordon to step out. In front of them was a large clothes shop which didn't particularly interest Gordon but he wasn't wanting to disappoint Penelope by refusing to go in.

"H'I will 'ave to park the car round the corner, m'lady," Parker said. "Can't stay 'ere."

Penelope was quick to realise what Parker was talking about. "Of course, Parker. I'll give you a buzz when we're ready for you."

"Right-ho," said Parker and he got back into FAB1 before driving away.

"Why can't he park there?" asked Gordon curiously. He then noticed a group of city workers who were giving him a funny look. "Er, you guys have a problem?"

"No problem," Penelope said, ushering him away. "Honestly, Gordon, don't you ever wear anything other than that bright orange Hawaiian top of yours?"

"Of course I do!" said Gordon. "I don't wear this when I'm out on rescues."

Penelope rolled her eyes. "Oh, in answer to your question about parking. It's a Bus Stop."

Gordon looked back just as a big red Double-Decker Bus pulled up to pick up the people waiting. "Ah, I see," he realised as they headed into the shop.

Parker drove FAB1 around into a side street. There was plenty of space to park and he brought the car to a stop about twenty metres away from the main road. He first did a three-point turn before coming to a stop to ensure he could head straight out to meet Penelope and Gordon when they were done. He then sat himself back, put his feet up on the dashboard and began to listen to the radio.

Alan was having a swim in the pool. Kayo was sitting by the side watching him. "Aren't you coming in?" he asked.

"Not today thanks, Alan," smiled Kayo. "Besides, I've already had a bath this morning. Oi!"

Alan had splashed water at her. He laughed.

Kayo raised her eyebrows. "Oh, you asked for this," she said before putting her hands in the water and throwing water back at him.

Just then they heard a warning siren followed by the rumble of an aircraft engine. They looked up to see Thunderbird 1 approaching the island.

"You'd better get out for a moment, Alan," said Kayo. "Scott's coming home."

"Awh," complained Alan. "But I only just got in!"

"You can go back in once he's landed," said Kayo. She took his arms and pulled him out of the pool. "Come on, let's get to cover."

It was a given that nobody could be outside the villa whenever Thunderbird 1 was launching or landing due to the powerful force from its engines. As soon as Kayo and Alan were out of the way, the swimming pool opened to allow Thunderbird 1 to land vertically on its launch pad in the bay underneath. Then the pool closed up again.

Alan and Kayo re-emerged from the shelter and looked at the sun loungers which once again had been pushed away due to the downdraft from the boosters.

Alan let out a sigh. "Why doesn't Brains invent small elevators to hide them below ground whenever Scott goes out or back?" he asked. "It'd save us all the trouble of putting everything back."

"Brains has got more important tasks than that, Alan," said Kayo as they pushed the loungers back to their places. "Now, go and enjoy your swim. Leave these to me."

"Alright," said Alan and he dived back into the pool to continue his swim.

Kayo then headed for the house. She wanted to see Scott and find out how the mission went. But she only got as far as the lido doors before Grandma came out to stop her from entering. "If I were you, I'd stay out here for a while," Grandma said. "I think Scotty's in rather a bad temper at the moment."

Kayo was concerned. "Whatever for?" she asked.

"I think he and Virgil had an encounter with…Mr G," Grandma said quietly so Alan wouldn't hear.

Kayo gulped. "Oh, no…" she said.

Parker heard the buzz and pushed the button to stop it which alerted Penelope that he'd received and would be on his way. He was about to start the engine when he heard a tap-tap-tap on the glass dome of the car. He looked up to see a young teenage woman with brown frizzy hair and wearing a denim jacket and shorts. He turned off the radio and opened the gull-wing window.

"I'm sorry," the girl said. "My name's Christina. Can you help me, please? The tyre on my car has gone flat."

"My h'apologies, Miss, but I need to pick up me client," said Parker. "Already late h'as it is."

"Would you rather be late…or dead?" Christina asked, suddenly pulling a gun out from within her coat and placing it against the side of Parker's head.

Parker sighed. "You don't want to do this, Miss-"

"Step out of the car," she ordered.

Not wanting a bullet in his head, Parker complied. He opened the door and stepped out of FAB1 whilst Christina kept the gun firmly aimed at him. "Like the pink, do you?" he asked. "I'm h'afraid taking her won't do you much good. Much too big for just yourself."

"Yeah? Well, I'm not alone," said Christina smugly.

A series of whoops and cheers came from further up the side-road as four men appeared from behind walls, an alleyway and a Post Box. Each was armed with metal bars and wooden sticks between them. Parker was quick to realise what was going on. A car-jacking - and Christina was part of it. However he remained cool, for he was fully aware of what was going to come next.

The four men ran excitedly forwards and bundled themselves into FAB1, three filling the back seats. The fourth man, slimmest of the four, gave Christina a smooch. "You did it, sexy-babe," he said, grinning with glee.

"Anything for you, beautiful," replied Christina, all the while keeping her gun pointed at Parker.

"Come on, Brendan, bro, let's go!" jeered the chunky man in the back seat in the middle.

Brendan continued to grin as he made for the driver's seat. "Thank you, Gramps," he said to Parker as he then shut the door.

"Poor company you keep, Miss," Parker remarked.

"Shut up!" snapped Christina.

"Come on, man! Let's go! Let's go!" said the boys in the back.

But Brendan's glee was soon wiped out when he discovered that there was no key or ignition button. "Errr. Hey, Gramps. How do I start this thing?"

"You don't," Parker replied with a smug smile. "You mugs aren't the first crims to steal FAB1. never h'again will she fall into the wrong 'ands. I'm the only one who can drive it. The car is keyed to my touch h'alone."

Frustrated, the four car-jackers piled out of FAB1 and began to advance menacingly towards Parker.

"Tell us how to start it!" demanded Brendan.

"Don't make us beat it out of you!" the chunky one barked.

Parker chuckled as cracked his knuckles. "H'I don't suppose you lads and lass 'ave h'ever 'eard of the Parker 'aymaker?"

Brendan and his three accomplices exchanged puzzled looks.

"H'I didn't think so," Parker chuckled.

Brendan lost patience. "GIVE ME THE DAMN KEY!" he bellowed and lunged at Parker. But before he could bring his metal bar down, Parker performed a roundhouse kick, hitting Brendan right in the stomach and sent him flying backwards, straight into a lamp-post. He cried out in pain and then collapsed onto the floor, knocked completely out cold.

Christina let out a shriek of surprise whilst the other three car-jackers were also taken completely by surprise. They stared at the unconscious Brendan for a second before turning their attention back to Parker. The young Filipino thug now tried to attack with part of a metal pipe. Parker grabbed the pipe and flipped him right over onto his back before dropping the pipe down on top of him and making him yelp. Christina continued to let out horrified cries as tried to aim the gun to shoot but the other two thugs kept blocking her view. The tall, skin-headed thug now made his move. He had no weapon but decided to use his speed and agility to his advantage by running to drop kick Parker. But Parker dodged the moment the thug leapt in the air and he instead flew straight into the Post Box that Brendan had been hiding behind, his legs going opposite sides and hitting his groyne on the box. He screamed in agony and landed on his back, winded.

Parker turned to face the two remaining members of the gang; Christina with the gun, and the large chunky thug who had produced a pen-knife. He flicked it around his fingers before lunging it at Parker. Parker dodged and managed to touch the boot of FAB1. it opened and as the thug came in for another attempt to stab, Parker pulled out Big Alice and swung it against the thug's right arm, knocking the blade clean out of it. It hit the tarmac of the road and skidded along for a few feet before falling down a drain.

The thug, unarmed, now looked back at Parker with wide, startled eyes. None of them could have predicted that they'd be beaten by an old timer. Parker smirked as he used the end of Big Alice to hook up under the thug's shorts and flip him up and over before hitting him with the crowbar in the back and sending him spinning across the pavement where he crashed painfully into a wheelie-bin which then fell on top of him to pin him down.

Christina was the only one remaining now. She looked around at her four fallen comrades, in complete and utter horror and disbelief. She finally turned her gaze back to Parker who was calmly putting Big Alice back inside the boot of FAB1 and closing it up like nothing had happened. As he walked back round to the open driver's door, she tried hard to remain hard and aimed the gun at him once again. "Hands…up!" she ordered. But Parker took no notice as he took out a cloth and began wiping the door handles. "Stop moving, or I'll shoot you!"

"H'Ain't you got 'omework to do, Miss?" Parker asked. He then turned to face Christina and gave a polite smile. "Why don't you run along and do it? Mmm?"

Christina was shaking. Not with anger, but with terror. "Yes…okay…I'm sorry," she whimpered. She then turned and began to run away, throwing the gun aside as she did.

Parker waited until she'd disappeared round the corner before glancing at his watch. "Late," he said, now finally letting his annoyance out.

Penelope pulled her compact out of her bag. "Whatever is keeping him?" she wondered. "He doesn't normally take this long."

"Here he comes," said Gordon.

Penelope looked up and put the compact back in her bag as FAB1 turned across the road and stopped by the pavement. Parker then stepped out to let them in.

"Everything alright, Parker?" asked Penelope.

"Yus. Sorry for the delay, m'lady," said Parker. "I 'ad a spot h'of bother h'on my way back 'ere."

"Oh, I see," said Penelope. "Well, at least Gordon doesn't actually need to catch a scheduled flight."

Parker took note of the large bag of clothes that Gordon was carrying. "May h'I take that for you, sir?"

"No, thanks, Parker," replied Gordon. "I can manage." He then struggled to squeeze himself and the bag into the back of FAB1, much to Penelope and Parker's amusement.

With his passengers aboard, Parker got back into FAB1 and they set off for London City Airport where the Tracy Private Jet would be waiting to take Gordon back to Tracy Island. As they headed down the road, they passed the side-street where Parker had gone and parked. Gordon glanced down and had to look twice at what he saw. "Yikes! What happened to them?" he asked.

Penelope looked but only got a brief glance. "Goodness," she remarked. "That looked nasty. Did you see that, Parker?"

"No, m'lady," replied Parker innocently. "I'm h'afraid I didn't." He then smirked silently to himself, leaving Penelope and Gordon none the wiser.

"DISGRACEFUL! DISGUSTING! DESPICABLE!"

"Scott…"

"THAT MAN HAS NO REGARD FOR HIS OWN PEOPLE! ALL HE CARES ABOUT IS MONEY AND PROFIT!"

"Scott!"

"AND TO BLAME US FOR SOMETHING THAT WE DIDN'T DO IS ABSOLUTELY-"

"SCOTT!"

"WHAT?!"

Jeff took a deep breath. "Calm…the hell…down…"

Scott tried pulling his hair out as he stormed back and forth around the lounge. "Dad…I…I just don't get it at all! That poor kid lost his job…all because he called us for help! HOW IS THAT RIGHT?!"

"It's not, Scott," said Jeff. "Believe me, son, I'm as disgusted by Grafton's actions as you are. But there is nothing we can do about it."

"Why can't we?" demanded Scott. "This guy is a menace to himself, the people under his employ and anyone within a hundred miles of his properties."

"Isn't that last one an exaggeration?"

"Well…probably…but still-"

"Scott…" said Jeff. He got up from his seat and walked over to his eldest son. "Grafton is a snake. He's crafty. He's cunning. He's slick. He knows what he's doing. If we challenge him in any way, he will not hesitate to use that against us. I spoke with our lawyers earlier today to give them a head's up about this latest encounter. You honestly have no idea how much hassle they've had to keep blocking Larissa Grafton's attempts to bring us to court."

"Yes, but why are they trying to take us to court, Dad?" asked Scott. "That's what I don't get."

"I don't get it either, son," said Jeff. "But so long as we can keep the Graftons at bay, maybe, just maybe they'll get fed up enough and move on. Although with Larissa's reputation and record, that'll be a miracle if so."

"So what can we do?" asked Scott.

"What we always do," replied Jeff. "We answer a cry for help and go to save lives. That's all we'll ever do."

"But what if we're called back to the refinery, or any of Grafton's other rigs, factories or buildings?"

"If they call for help, we'll answer it," said Jeff simply. "We cannot let Grafton's grudge stop us from doing our job. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," replied Scott reluctantly. He suddenly felt very tired all of a sudden and let out a massive yawn.

"Go to bed, son," urged Jeff. "You need to rest."

"F-A-B," replied Scott before letting out another yawn.

Jeff waited until Scott was gone before speaking into a microphone on his desk. "You can all come up now."

Virgil, Kayo, Grandma, Alan and Brains came up the stairs from the kitchen. Whilst they had given Scott the privacy with Jeff to let off steam, they had still managed to hear most of what had been said.

"Honestly, I don't think I've ever known Scott to be that mad," said Virgil.

"You can hardly blame him, can you?" asked Alan. "Sounds like Grafton was an absolute b-"

"Watch that tongue, young man!" warned Grandma.

"Bully, Grandma!" said Alan. "I was going to say bully."

"He's a nasty piece of work," agreed Jeff. "I'm doing everything in my power to keep in touch with our lawyers. So far they've been successful in blocking any attempt by his wife to get us into court."

"Would be handy to know what exactly they want from us," said Kayo.

"I don't think I want to know," sighed Virgil.

Before anyone could say anymore on the subject, John's portrait's eyes started flashing accompanying the beeping of an incoming call. His hologram appeared seconds later. "Sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation."

"What's up, John?" asked Jeff.

"Mayday call from the Worldwide Space-Station," said John. "One of their astronauts was out on maintenance duty when their jetpack malfunctioned. They've been thrown clear of the station and there's a danger that they might actually get caught in the Earth's gravity. We need to catch them before they do."

Alan's eyes lit-up. "Finally! I've not had a mission for weeks!"

The others however, seemed hesitant.

"Alan, you've not been in Thunderbird 3 since Easter," said Jeff. "And you remember what happened then?"

"Yeah…but I'm all good now," Alan said. "A life is in danger. I can do this. Trust me."

Jeff relented. "Okay, son. But take Kayo with you, just in case."

"Fine," said Alan as he and Kayo moved over to the chairs which were lowered down into the floor. They were carried along a tunnel under the house to the changing rooms where the chairs split off and they passed through having robotic arms attach their suits to their bodies. Once this was completed, they reunited on the other side before travelling backwards along the rails onto the platform of the large yellow hydraulic arm which lifted them up to the open hatch on the side of Thunderbird 3's hull. They moved forwards into the cockpit and the arm pulled away allowing the hatch to close. As soon as Alan and Kayo were in position at the control console, the large steel blast-proof door swivelled round to seal Thunderbird 3 off from the rest of the large underground hangar and the hatch on the top of the silo opened to allow them to depart.

5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

The three mighty boosters of Thunderbird 3 roared into life, creating an enormous amount of thrust to push the giant red rocket up through its silo and to climb into the sky above Tracy Island, leaving a long trail of smoke behind it.

"Thunderbird 3 is GO!" said Alan eagerly.

Thunderbird 3 was soon in space and heading around to the Worldwide Space-Station. From his position on Thunderbird 5, John observed as the great red spacecraft passed by. He gave a wave, knowing that Alan and Kayo would have done one for him.

"Get some coffee on, John," Alan said cheerfully over the radio. "We'll pop in for one on the way back."

"F-A-B," said John. "Good luck." But then his expression changed to one of worry.

EOS camera-pod came over. "You seem concerned, John," she remarked. "Is anything the matter?"

"It's Alan, EOS," said John. "This is the first time he's been either in space or even Thunderbird 3 since he and Brains had to come and rescue Thunderbird 2. And he claims he had a vision of her last time."

"Her?" EOS asked. "Oh, right! Yes, of course. I understand now."

"He doesn't appear to have any more visions for a while," said John. "Let's hope nothing triggers it."

The Worldwide Space-Station soon came into view and Alan prepared to slow Thunderbird 3 down. "I have a visual on the WSS, Thunderbird 5," Alan said. "Where's the astronaut?"

"Getting dangerously close to entering the Earth's atmosphere," John answered. "And I don't think I need to tell you what'll happen to them if they do?"

"You sure don't," said Alan.

"Got a radar lock," Kayo said. "Stop here. You'd better hurry."

"F-A-B!" said Alan. he brought Thunderbird 3 to a stop and they both put on their helmets so that Kayo wouldn't suffocate when the hatch was opened. Alan jumped onto his Astroboard. "Commencing EVA!" he said as the hatch opened and he exited the rocket. He made his way towards Earth and soon spotted a figure in a white spacesuit drifting helplessly towards the planet. "I see them!" he said. "John, have you contacted the station to find out their name?"

"Not yet, but I can do that," said John. "Give me a second."

"No, you keep tracking the astronaut, Thunderbird 5," said Kayo. "I'll make contact with the station."

"F-A-B. Thanks, Kayo."

Kayo established a radio link with the Worldwide Space-Station. "WSS, this is Thunderbird 3. We're on the scene and one of my colleagues is going to get your astronaut."

"Oh, thank God!" an American male voice answered. "I honestly thought we were gonna lose her."

"What's her name?" asked Kayo.

"Emily Jackman," said the Astronaut aboard the WSS. "She goes by Em, though."

"Understood. I'll pass it on to my colleague. Thanks." She switched frequencies. "Alan, her name is Emily Jackman. Address her as Em if you can."

"F-A-B," said Alan.

"Hurry, Alan!" warned John. "According to these readings you have less than a minute to catch her."

"I've almost got her!" Alan said. "Don't worry, I've got this."

Alan swung his Astroboard around and managed to catch the falling Astronaut. "Hello? Em Jackman?"

"Er, who is this?"

"I'm with International Rescue. Hang on, I'll get you back to the-" Alan broke off suddenly. He hadn't noticed that the voice that had spoken had an Australian accent, but when he turned the Astronaut around and looked in through the visor, he froze solid. His eyes widened and his skin turned as white as Jackson's spacesuit, for instead of Jackson's face looking back at him…it was the face of Sophie Telford.