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Brandon awoke to a change in the pitch of the plane's engines. Looking out the window, he saw a small dot of land, increasing in size as the aircraft descended towards it.
"Tracy One to Tracy Island, requesting permission to land." Brandon heard Scott ask, and sat up straight, checking his safety belts for landing.
"Permission denied, Tracy One," came a deep voice. "The last of the cargo VTOLs is lifting off now. Continue in holding pattern until further notice."
"Well, what do you know about that!" Scott exclaimed quietly.
Brandon watched in fascination as, one by one, the VTOLs lifted off. After the last of them had left, Tracy One was given permission to land.
Scott brought the plane in for a smooth landing, taxiing to a concrete path that led to a house barely visible from the tarmac. An older Asian man, wearing a silk tunic with matching trousers, waited for them with a small hovercar.
"Kyrano, this is Brandon McCain. Mr. McCain, meet Kyrano, our family retainer and the one person who keeps our household running."
Kyrano bowed. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. McCain. I will bring your luggage and transport you to the Villa."
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Kyrano," Brandon replied, returning the bow.
After loading the luggage into the hovercar, Kyrano drove them to the Villa. Brandon took in every detail that he could, his eyes like that of a hawk.
The hovercar came to a stop at the bottom of a long stairway. At the base of the stairs, two men waited. Both were well-built, strong looking men, and there was a definite family resemblance. The elder had silvery salt-and-pepper hair, and the younger's hair was a coppery red. As Brandon approached, the older man held out his hand.
"Welcome to Tracy Island, Mr. McCain," he said, the deep voice the same that had greeted Scott on the radio.
"Thank you, Mr. Tracy," Brandon said, taking his hand. He recognized the older man of course; after all, he worked for him.
After Jeff introduced Gordon, Brandon asked a legitimate question. "I consider it an honor to meet you and to be considered for a promotion. One thing bothers me, though. Why bring me all the way out here for a promotion? We could have done it at Tracy Industries just as easily."
Gordon stood by, listening to Brandon's question. Straight and to the point, he thought.
"An excellent question, Mr. McCain. Let's go in and discuss this in a bit more comfortable setting," Jeff said as he led the way up to the lounge.
Brandon looked from side to side as he climbed the stairs. He saw Jeff wave to two women and three children who were splashing in the pool that they passed as they climbed. Then they were inside the cool, comfortable lounge. There were several sofas and chairs and on the wall was a series of portraits of six young men, a young woman, a teenaged girl, and two boys.
"My children, our chief engineer, Brains, and his assistant, Tin-Tin," Jeff said as he waved towards the pictures and sat behind his desk.
Brandon took a seat in front of Jeff. "Nice family. But it doesn't explain why you brought me here. There's got to be more to it than just a promotion."
Jeff chuckled as he sat back in his chair. "You're a very direct man, Mr. McCain. Sometimes that can be a good thing; sometimes you need to demand answers. But there are times when it's better to wait until your answers are revealed to you." Brandon could not mistake the slight warning tone in Jeff's voice, and he sat back, trying to relax and contain his questions. Jeff continued. "You and my son Gordon have something in common. You've both served in WASP."
Brandon was intrigued by this little bit of information. "That's interesting. Who did you serve under?" he asked Gordon.
"Thomas Marshall," Gordon replied. "I was stationed in Honolulu."
"Thomas Marshall. I heard of him but never served under him. I was stationed in San Diego and served under John Shore."
"What craft did you deal with? I dealt mostly with subaqua craft and only occasionally with the surface boats and all," Gordon asked.
"I served aboard the Tigershark for four years. After that I transferred to the Rescue Patrol as a hydrofoil pilot. Spent several years working with the Rescue patrol. When Tracy Industries was in need of someone to test their new marine designs, I applied for the job."
"What part of WASP did you enjoy working in the most? Underwater, sea level, or rescue?" Gordon asked. Brandon began to get the impression that it wasn't the older Tracy that was interviewing him, but the younger one.
"Honestly, it was the rescue part of the job that I enjoyed the most. There was something satisfying about getting out and helping people who were in dire situations."
"Hmm. Good." Gordon looked over at his father, and nodded.
"Gordon, why don't you take Mr. McCain on a tour of our facilities? Let me know when you're near the end," Jeff said.
Sure, Dad," Gordon said, rising.
Gordon started by showing Brandon around the Villa. He was impressed by what he saw. Looks like they have every thing they need here to be self-supporting. Brandon thought as Gordon continued the tour.
After touring the Villa, the two men took the monorail to the boat pen. Here the family yacht, the Lucille was kept.
"Whoa, I am impressed," Brandon said, letting out a low whistle. He walked around all sides of the yacht, taking in its sleek hull.
"Yeah, she's a beaut all right. Dad named her after my late mother," Gordon explained. "Now he's remarried. Some of us call her Mom, even if she isn't." He looked at his watch and then pressed a button. "Come on. I've got something really impressive to show you."
More impressive than that yacht? Brandon wondered as Gordon led him back to the monorail. It must be really something then.
Gordon guided the monorail through a tunnel that curved around a sharp bed. In the headlights, Brandon could see a branch line leading off somewhere. Then they came out into a massive room.
As he looked down, Brandon saw small bays with interesting machines sitting in them. A bulldozer with a cannon in the middle of the blade?
Brandon looked down and just caught a glimpse of two green containers at the far end of the room before they entered another tunnel. What kind of place is Mr. Tracy maintaining here?
Gordon brought the monorail car to a halt behind another one. Jeff stood on a platform waiting for them.
"So, Mr. McCain. What do you think so far?"
"I'm impressed, Mr. Tracy. What I've seen so far is fantastic. It's like nothing I've ever seen."
"Well, the best is yet to come, as they say." And with that, Jeff turned and led Brandon down to the floor of another massive room. Gordon brought up the rear.
When they came out from between two of the large green structures, Gordon took the lead. Smiling, he brought Brandon up to the open door of what looked like a huge garage. Inside was a bright yellow craft. "A mini-submersible!" Brandon exclaimed.
Brandon walked up to the craft, taking in its every detail from front to back. When he reached the back of the sub, he noticed the number four on the fin and 'THUNDERBIRD 4' in large letters on each side. It was then that the realization hit him.
"You guys are a part of International Rescue."
"Not part of," Gordon said, a touch of pride in his voice. "We ARE International Rescue."
"Yes," Jeff said, coming up the ramp into the pod. "And you were quite right, Mr. McCain, when you said that your visit here was about more than a promotion. We find ourselves in need of another aquanaut. You are our first choice. We'd like you to join us."
Brandon looked, first at Gordon then Jeff, a look of shock on his face. "This is an honor, Mr. Tracy, but it's so sudden. How soon do you need my decision?"
Father and son looked at each other. It was obvious that they hadn't thought about it.
"A week," Jeff finally said. "We're recruiting others and we want training to begin as soon as possible. If you can give us your answer within the week, then we can bring you on board with the other new recruits."
"Okay Mr. Tracy, a week it is. I'll let you know my choice then."
"In the meantime, feel free to enjoy our hospitality for the rest of the day. Scott will fly you back to San Diego tomorrow," Jeff said. "And don't worry about your work hours. I'll see to it that you're compensated for your time here." With that he strode out, leaving Brandon alone with Gordon.
After Jeff had left, Brandon looked at Gordon, shaking his head. "What other secrets do you have hiding here?" Brandon was still in shock over what he had discovered about the Tracy family.
"All kinds of secrets," Gordon said with a grin. "But you don't get to see them if you're not part of the team. Letting this cat out of the bag is enough." He cocked his head at Brandon. "You up for some diving? We have some great sea caves and coral reefs."
Brandon grinned back at him. "You bet I am. Let's go."
Post by MagicMaster8 and Tikatu on 13/06/2004
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Thursday 09 February. 09.37pm. Apartment 12a, Sunshine Mews. Kansas.
Dominic grabbed his work tunic from the bed and quickly slipped it on over his trousers, and sat down to hastily put on his white safety shoes. Stupid jet lag, he groaned internally. It had been the early hours of the morning when he had arrived back in Kansas, and he had only gotten to sleep a few hours before. And now I have to get to work! He glanced at his watch. Pronto!
There had been a lot of explaining to do to Tom, the half-brother he lived with. It had not been easy telling him that he and Joshua would be leaving in a few weeks. Tom had shook his head and sighed resignedly.
"I could make millions if I put your story on paper. Jumping around from place to place, country to country. Thrill seeking, never able to stay still... Look, take care of yourself. I don't like the idea of you being so far away from...everything."
"Relax, Tom. I'm only going as a family nurse. How hard can it be? And they're lovely people. Chill, Tommy, I'll be grand."
Then, of course, he had informed his father he had gotten the job. When was he leaving, his father had asked. Dominic had liaised with Mr Tracy, and they had set the date as Friday 24th February. That was the day whenever he would shake off life in Kansas and join the skilled members of International Rescue. Dom only hoped that he would be up to the challenge.
He did a mental tally; tunic, trousers, shoes, hair neat(ish), knee and elbow pads, helmet, bike chain. Yes, he was ready to go. He went in to kiss his sleeping son goodnight before calling a goodbye to Tom, and left the apartment. It wouldn't do to be late on the day he was handing in his two weeks' notice.
Post by ArtisticRainey on 13/06/2004
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| Re: The Call Goes Out [message #162 is a reply to message #161] |
Sun, 22 July 2012 19:52 |
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Foxleyheath, England, February 2068
Kat arrived for work following a short stay with her parents. Although her father and mother must have wanted to ask her a million questions, they had both told her that as long as Lady Penelope had recommended her, they were perfectly happy with everything. While she had been there she had collected a few personal things, which had been left behind when she had moved to Foxleyheath.
Once back at Foxleyheath there were two things she had to attend to: one was to give FAB1 a final check over and the other, to meet the new mechanic friend of Parker's and show him around.
She had just nicely finished her checklist on the vehicle and, satisfied that everything was completely okay, waited for Parker to arrive.
While she waited she thought of everything that had happened so far this year. Lady Penelope recommending her for a job with the Tracy family on their Pacific Island. She still could not understand why a family on an island needed her, and so many other people, to work for them. She was very curious, the more so, because every time she asked Lady Penelope questions, all that she had said was that everything would be explained when she was on the island.
Her thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming into the garage. Kat got up from her seat on an upturned box and went to meet the two men.
"Miss Kat, may h'I h'introduce my very good friend Jimmy 'Lofty' h'Atkinson."
Kat grinned to herself. Standing alongside Parker was a man not much taller than herself. He was in his fifties with a weather-beaten face and blue twinkly eyes.
"Ever so pleased to meet you," he said giving her a small bow and shaking her hand.
For some unknown reason Kat took a liking to him. "Pleased to meet you, too, Mr Atkinson."
"Oh, please, call me Lofty."
Kat inwardly thought that Lady Penelope would have her work cut out with these two characters.
"You have worked on Rolls before, Lofty?" Kat enquired.
"Oh, yes miss, that was my main work before I was sent to prison."
"He shouldn't 'ave been sent down," Parker informed her. "'E was wrongly h'accused."
Kat nearly said, "They all say that," but bit her lip. He looked honest enough and maybe he was innocent.
Kat showed him around the garage, showing him were everything was kept. By the questions he was asking, he certainly knew enough to convince her that Lady Penelope's car would be in safe hands with him.
Kat left the two of them to go into the kitchen and have some lunch with Lil and made her way to report to Lady Penelope.
Over coffee, Kat had Lady Penelope in giggles over Lofty. She described to her employer that he was Lofty by name but not in stature.
She mimicked the conversation between the three of them, sending Lady Penelope into further fits of giggles.
"You are so good at imitating people. Please don't get into trouble when you are on Tracy Island."
"I won't imitate anyone until maybe I get to know them well enough," Kat assured her. "I think he will be a good mechanic, but I think you will have your work cut out with another character similar to Parker."
Lady Penelope agreed, but added that as Parker had recommended him, and she trusted Parker's judgement, so she was sure that they would all get on okay.
Kat walked over to the window and looked at the English countryside. It was cold with a drizzly rain falling. Just think soon she would not see England again, and if she did, it would not be for a long time. Suddenly she felt slightly homesick. She had never been far away from her parents before; she was going to miss them.
Lady Penelope noted Kat's silence. "Is everything okay, my dear?"
"Oh yes, Lady Penelope. I was just thinking what a change my life is taking."
"No second thoughts?"
"None at all, just a slight sadness at leaving my parents. Although I haven't lived at home for quite a while, they have always been there for me. I could talk about anything to them, especially to my father. Now I feel slightly deceitful. They were so restrained when I visited them. I know they would like more reassurances than I could give, but they did seem satisfied that you are involved."
"Never mind," Lady Penelope said, "I am sure that in time you will be able to tell them a little more."
Post by Tawnyangel22 on 14/06/2004
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| Re: The Call Goes Out [message #163 is a reply to message #162] |
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Tracy Island. 7.55am. 9th February
Christopher yawned as he splashed his face with cold water. He looked up into the mirror and groaned.
"I look awful!" he muttered as he dried his face. Stepping out of the bathroom, he saw the view that he still couldn't believe: a tropical paradise.
The flight over had been fun. Tin-Tin was charming, vivacious, and attractive. He liked talking to her. After a while in the air, he had managed to cajole her into singing songs with him. Strangely enough, it made him miss Anna more than ever.
Putting on his RAF blazer and straightening his tie, he stepped out into the air conditioned corridor and looked around. Humming a long forgotten tune to himself, he made his way to where Tin-Tin had told him where the dining room was.
He entered a room full of activity.
"Ah! Mr Jordan, welcome. Please come sit over here," Jeff called, indicating a seat to his left. When they had arrived at the Island, Tin-Tin had told him that the family was just getting up and that he would see his employer at breakfast.
Christopher sat down in the offered chair. "Thank you, Mr. Tracy. You don't know how honoured I am to meet you."
"The pleasure's all ours, Mr. Jordan. Let me introduce you to my wife, Dianne. This is another guest, Brandon McCain..." Jeff went around the table, introducing Brains and the rest of the family.
Christopher smiled shyly as he looked around the table. There were so many people there. He remembered Scott from the RAF visit. He picked up his fork and speared a piece of bacon.
"I was very surprised to receive your email, Mr Tracy," Christopher said. "I think everyone is surprised to receive something from the owner of the company."
"I hope it was surprise and not shock, Mr. Jordan," Jeff said amiably. "I think Mr. McCain was just as surprised to hear from me."
"Yes, sir. I must admit I was," Brandon replied with a slight smile.
"I'm looking forward to finding out exactly why I'm here." Christopher finished his glass of orange juice. He felt a bit more awake than before. He looked over at Tin-Tin and smiled. He was glad to have another chance to talk to her again. She saw him and smiled back.
"Tin-Tin?" Christopher leaned closer to her. "I wonder if you'd like to show me round some places when you have the time."
"Certainly, Christopher," Tin-Tin replied with a dazzling smile. "You might want to rest a bit, first though. The jet lag can be horrendous." She looked towards Jeff. "Mr. Tracy? Would you mind if I gave Mr. Jordan a tour of the Villa when he's ready?"
"Not at all, Tin-Tin," Jeff replied.
"I feel okay now," Christopher said, "but whenever you're ready, Tin-Tin." He noticed some of the other Tracy boys, namely Gordon and John, stealing glances in his direction.
The conversation swirled around, touching on many topics. Christopher and Tin-Tin chatted animatedly together. That is, until something Brandon said caught Christopher's ear.
"Yeah, I've seen the new yacht that the US is entering in the America's Cup. The Brits and the Aussies don't have a chance," he stated with satisfaction.
Christopher's face whipped round to look at Brandon, his mouth set in a firm line and his eyes flashing with anger. But his voice was calm.
"At least our World Cup side didn't get knocked out by a team from Fiji," he said, a hint of mockery in his voice, "Five nil, wasn't it?"
Brandon looked at him, surprised. "Was it? I wouldn't know. I don't follow soccer."
This little argument didn't escape Jeff. He glanced at Dianne, who raised an eyebrow at him.
Christopher glared at Brandon for a moment before getting up from the table.
"I'm ready to go now," Christopher said. "Mr. and Mrs. Tracy, thank you for a wonderful breakfast."
"If you'll excuse us, please," Tin-Tin said as she rose. "I'll take Mr. Jordan on that tour."
"You're welcome, Mr. Jordan," Dianne said.
"Tin-Tin, let me know when you and Mr. Jordan are finished and bring him to the study, please," Jeff instructed.
"Yes, Mr. Tracy," Tin-Tin agreed. She turned to Christopher. "If you'll come with me?"
"Certainly," Christopher said. "After you."
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Christopher was amazed at the beautiful island. The white beaches, the tropical flora, the luxurious Villa with its pool and many amenities all dazzled him. He looked at the wheeling birds, and took a deep breath. Now was the time to go and talk to his boss.
Tin-Tin led him through the lounge, with its casual portraits of the Tracy offspring as well as Brains and Tin-Tin and into the study, where both Jeff and Scott waited for him.
"I'm agog!" Christopher said with a grin, "This is an incredible place!"
"We like it," Jeff replied with a smile. "Please, sit down."
Christopher sat down; his nervousness had returned a little.
"I hope I have come up to your expectations," Christopher said, looking at both Jeff and Scott.
"We have no complaints about your work, Mr. Jordan. You're here to discuss a promotion of sorts," Jeff explained. And for the next hour, he and Scott questioned Christopher about everything, his flight training, his experience, his hobbies, his personal life, more questions than Christopher had ever expected in the interview.
"What sort of promotion is this?" Christopher asked.
Jeff looked at Scott, who nodded.
"Mr. Jordan, what we're about to show you must remain a secret. You can't tell anyone. Not your family, not your co-workers, and not your girlfriend," Scott told him. "Follow me, please."
Christopher, intrigued, stood up and followed Scott. "I'm a little worried about now," he said. "Is it anything nasty?"
Scott chuckled. "No, nothing nasty." He went into the lounge and stood with his back to the wall between two light sconces. He fingered them and suddenly disappeared!
Christopher looked around, horrified. "I'm in a madhouse!" he muttered.
"No, Mr. Jordan. You're not. Take your place where Scott was standing. If you reach up to the lights, you'll feel buttons on the top. Press them and the wall will swing you around and out of the room. I'll follow in a minute," Jeff said firmly.
Christopher looked at Jeff, whose face was as serious as ever. He walked over and copied what Scott had just done. What he saw next made his eyes widen.
Scott was standing on a catwalk to his left and motioned for Christopher to join him as Jeff entered the huge chamber.
Christopher walked over to where Scott was, and looked down. He whistled loudly as he gazed at a sleek aircraft. He looked at Scott and Jeff. Then once again at the craft in front of him.
That's a Thunderbird. Thunderbird One. Christopher realized. Then this must mean....
"This may be a wild stab in the dark," he said cautiously, "but aren't you International Rescue?"
"Yes, Mr. Jordan. We are," Jeff affirmed.
"Why have you brought me here?" Christopher asked. He looked at both men again. "I came here thinking that I was going to be promoted to a nice job somewhere."
"Because we need more pilots," Scott explained. "The number of rescues we are called to has increased dramatically. We need help. Specifically, your help."
"What if I say yes to this?" Christopher folded his arms. "I'd have to leave everything behind, wouldn't I?"
"Yes, you will, Mr. Jordan. There's no doubt there," Jeff chimed in. "As far as your job with Tracy Industries is concerned, you would either be listed as a pilot for the family, or as transferred to some other locale. We have ways of keeping you on the payroll without your having to punch a clock."
"You would move here, to an apartment of your own, and would train with the rest of the team, learning rescue skills and how to fly our Thunderbirds."
Christopher's eyebrows shot up as he heard the words. "What about my girlfriend and Asterix?"
"Asterix?" Scott asked.
"My cat, Asterix." Christopher shuffled his feet. "He's still quite young, you see."
Jeff chuckled. "I'm sure there would be room in your apartment for Asterix. Your girlfriend? You'd have to decide if a long-distance relationship is worth it. Unless at some future point we decide we could use her help. Or, of course, if you marry."
"She's an airline pilot." Christopher smiled. "I was planning on proposing to her soon." He paused. "When would you like a decision?"
"Within the week," Jeff informed him.
Christopher shook his head. "I'll have it for you." He looked at Thunderbird One again. "I'm impressed with your aircraft," he said, smiling.
"Thank you," Scott said with pride. "I think she's very special Bird."
"I would think that she is," Christopher agreed.
Breakfast and interview by TheWrongTrousers and Tikatu
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| Re: The Call Goes Out [message #164 is a reply to message #163] |
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Brandon sat on the couch, feet up, holding a piece of paper. The paper contained a contact number he received from Jeff before he left Tracy Island.
I can't believe this is happening. Me, selected to be a member of International Rescue. His thoughts then traveled to more serious ones. What am I going to tell Mom and Dad? They'll want to know where I'm going. And, as much as I would want to tell them, I couldn't. Brandon sighed. He had a lot to think about and little time to do so.
Monday morning found Brandon walking down a familiar hallway. He had done some soul searching over the weekend and had reached his decision concerning International Rescue. He stopped in front of Belmont's office, knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter.
"Come in," Belmont's voice sounded out. Brandon stepped into the office to face his supervisor.
"Oh, McCain, it's you." Belmont sat back, looking at the aquanaut. "Sit down, please. How did things go last week?"
"It went well, sir. I met with the representative and he explained what was expected of me if I decided to take the promotion."
"And? What have you decided?"
Brandon took a deep breath. "I decided to take the promotion. This opportunity gives me a chance to expand my career."
The corner of Belmont's mouth edged up. "I'm sure it will. When do you start?"
"I start in a couple of weeks."
The other side of Belmont's mouth rose, and the man smiled. "We'll miss you around here, McCain. You're one hell of a hydrofoil pilot." He rose and offered his hand. "Hope that this new position turns out to be all that you hope for."
"I'm sure it will be, sir," Brandon replied, shaking Belmont's hand firmly.
After a long day at work, Brandon hurried home. Going to the table, he picked up the piece of paper with the phone number on it. This is it. He picked up the phone, dialing the number written on the paper. An answering machine came on, asking him to leave his name and number.
"This is Brandon McCain. Please call me at your earliest convenience. I've reached my decision regarding your job offer." He gave his phone number then hung up.
Brandon tried to focus on the list he was writing but was distracted by growing excitement and anticipation.
"Let's see," he said, looking over the list, "I need to get the bills paid, close out my bank account, give the landlord my two week's notice and find a place to store my stuff." He looked at the list, adding a few more things, satisfied that it was complete for now. He got up and stretched, looking around the apartment as he did so. In less than two weeks, life as he had known it for the last two years would be forever changed.
Brandon grew restless waiting for Jeff's call. He decided to go to the cemetery to visit his brother and sister. As he made his way through the grounds, his heart grew heavy. Approaching the graves, he sat down in front of them.
[i]Oh Shauna, Tom. I wish you two were here to see what I've accomplished.]/i] He then started talking as if Shauna and Tom were present in front of him.
"You two will not believe the turn my life has taken. I went from WASP to the Rescue Patrol to Tracy Industries to International Rescue. Mr. Tracy's son, Scott, took me out to their island. There I got the biggest job interview of my life and a grand tour of the facilities. Well, as much as they were willing to show me. Afterward, Mr. Tracy offered me a position as an aquanaut with the team." Brandon paused a moment as a chill breeze blew against his neck.
"Unfortunately, you two are the only family members that'll know where I really am. I can't tell Mom and Dad, or any of my friends I'm in International Rescue. As far as they will know, I've taken a promotion that transferred me to Hawaii." He talked to them for a few minutes longer before standing up.
"I need to go now but before I do, I just wanted to thank you both. Shauna, thanks for being there to cheer me up during the rough times. Tom, thank you for helping with my schoolwork. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am today." He raised his fingers to his lips and then gently touched the headstone with them.
Brandon arrived home to the ringing of the phone. He ran over the counter, answering quickly.
"Hello."
"Mr. McCain? Jeff Tracy here."
"Hello, Mr. Tracy. It's good to hear from you."
"And from you as well. Do you have an answer for me?"
"Yes, I do. I've decided to join International Rescue."
Post by Magicmaster8 & Tikatu on 18/06/04
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Date: Tuesday, February 14, 2068, Time: 1:30 p.m., Place: Tracy Atoll #3
"Woo Hoo!" Gordon shouted as he passed by the beach once more. His latest birthday present, a personal hoverjet ski, was getting a great shakedown. Right now, Tyler was hanging on to his brother for dear life, his tanned, skinny arms wrapped tightly around Gordon's waist, his bright flotation vest flashing by. Jeff waved at his two sons, grinning, then turning back to the table laden with the traditional Hawaiian luau foods.
"An excellent choice of gift, Mr. Tracy," Kyrano said as his eyes followed the boys.
"Yes," Jeff agreed. "Gordon's had his eye on this one for a while. I hope he doesn't forget he has guests."
The small group of surfers were caring for their boards and waving at Gordon as he sped by. Back and forth again, then the copper-haired birthday boy powered down his new toy and brought it in to shore. Tyler ran up to the eating area, slinging off his flotation vest as he rubbed his hands together.
"Didja see me, Dad? Kyrano? Is this poi? Yum!"
Scott, who was drinking a beer, reached out and ruffled the boy's stiff hair. "Did you have fun, Spud?"
Tyler pushed Scott's hand away, sticking out his tongue. Scott reached out and grabbed Ty around the waist and turned him upside down. He put down his beer and began to tickle. Tyler squirmed and laughed uncontrollably.
"Well? Did you?"
"Hahaha! Uncle! Uncle! Yeah! It was great!"
Scott stopped the tickling and turned the boy right side up, then ruffled his Tyler's hair again and picked up his beer. Gordon ran up to where the food was laid out, buffet style.
"You surfing, Scott?"
"Sure, Gords. I'm coming." Scott put his beer aside and picked up his own surfboard to join Gordon and his friends.
Jeff turned back to Kyrano as he watched his sons join up with Gordon's friends and head down to the waves.
"Will the furnishings be ready for our new team members, Kyrano?"
Kyrano continued his work, slicing up fresh pineapple even as Tyler piled his plate with the fruit and grabbed a bowl full of poi. Jeff snagged the boy and gave him a warning glance. "No more or you'll have the runs!" he murmured. Tyler nodded, and ran off to join his mother who sat with Emily under a group of shady palms. Jeff looked up at Kyrano again.
"In answer to your question, Mr. Tracy, yes, the furnishings will be ready. We are providing a dresser, a full-sized bed, a nightstand, a sofa, end tables with lamps, and an electronics center. Also, a dining table with four chairs, dishes and other kitchen accoutrements. Everything in neutral tones." Kyrano frowned. "It will be very bland."
Jeff chuckled. "Yes, it will. But we'll make sure that our new people know that the apartments are for them to decorate as they see fit. And that they will have an allowance from us to do so. I see many cargo planes in our future, Kyrano."
"Like when you let Dr. Tracy redecorate parts of the Villa?" Kyrano said, a smile slowly transforming his face.
"Exactly like that," Jeff said, remembering the flurry of activity and shopping that Dianne had done when he offered to let her redecorate the public areas of the house and their own master suite. She mostly left the lounge alone, for which he was grateful, but the rest of the Villa soon had her personal touch.
"I hope that the new personnel will like the apartments, Mr. Tracy."
"So do I, Kyrano."
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Date: Tuesday, February 14, Time: 11:30 p.m., Place: Tracy Atoll #3
Jeff and Dianne walked the beach of the little atoll in the moonlight, hand in hand. They had left the adults still partying around a blazing fire and the children tucked into their cabins on the Lucille under the watchful eyes of Kyrano and Emily.
She wore her strapless floral bathing suit with a matching sarong skirt and a light mesh cover up. He wore his surfer-style swim trunks and an open cotton shirt. Both were barefoot. He carried an insulated basket. She carried a blanket.
Hand unclasped and slipped around waists as the full moon rose slowly into the starry night sky, turning the white sands to silver and creating strange, dappled spots under the palm trees at the edge of the beach. They walked a good ways, far enough so that the noise and the light from the party behind them was long faded. They walked until they came upon a tepee of sticks rising out of a stone-edged pit in the sand.
"When did you get out here to do this?" she asked smiling.
"While Kyrano was roasting the pig. Everyone else was swimming or sunning themselves and I just came down here with a pile of firewood...." Jeff's voice dropped off as he stuck a long lighter into the pile and the dry wood caught fire. Dianne spread out the blanket, and opened the basket.
"Oh, some nice wine and leftovers from the luau. How thoughtful of Kyrano!"
"He's a gem, all right. Don't know what the household would do without him."
"Me either. I think that if he and my mother ever married, she'd have to come to the Island."
"Too true. I wouldn't want him to leave us and there's plenty for her to do at the Villa. There always has been."
Dianne poured the wine and knelt next to the basket, opening the small boxes of luau goodies. She pulled out a piece of fresh pineapple and as Jeff sat back on his elbows, she teased his mouth with it. Finally, he got his teeth in it and bit off a piece, then surprised her by taking another quick bite. His lips kissed her fingertips as he did so. He sipped some wine, as did she, and then he fed her a small piece of the roast pork. She chewed, swallowed, then proceeded to lick his greasy fingers, holding his wrist, her tongue sliding sensuously along their lengths. Jeff closed his eyes, feeling a familiar and welcome heat flash through him. He sat up fully, then reached out and unfastened her sarong, sliding both hands around her waist under the cover up.
"Come to me, my sweet valentine," he said, his voice rough with desire and emotion. He pulled her to him, letting her wrap her long legs around him while sitting on his lap as he sat cross-legged. She smiled, and fastened her mouth on his for a long kiss. He could feel the signs of her arousal through her swimsuit and that just fueled his own passion. He laced his fingers into her hair and kissed her again, then let his hands slowly move from the sides of her head down the sides of her neck and across her bare shoulders, pushing aside the cover up. She moved her arms to allow him to slide it off, his hands moving slowly down, leaving her in just her bathing suit. His lips began to trickle kisses down her neck and shoulders, while her hands roved over his chest and back.
"This is why Ah like Valentine's Day," she whispered, her drawl thickening. "You always have such good ideahs."
"And once we're finished here, we can take a little swim," Jeff suggested between nuzzles.
"Um-hmm," was all she said as words were lost between them and they shared their love for each other out on the moon-silvered sands.
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15th February 10pm Anna Marchant's Flat, London.
Christopher bounded up the last set of steps up to Anna's front door.
Trying the front door, he waited for a few moments before reaching up to the concealed hiding place for the key.
Unlocking the door, he went inside. Instantly, there was a strong smell of perfume in the air, and steam wafted from the open bathroom door.
Closing the front door, he crept to the bathroom. The bath was still hot, bubbles all over the place, and the normally neat towels were strewn over the place.
Smiling to himself, Christopher moved towards the bedroom. He opened the door slowly.
"Anna?" he said softly, "Are you ok?"
His smiled faded as he saw that there was a man in bed with her.
"Christopher?" Anna sat bolt upright, the man doing the same. "Oh god! Christopher, I'm sorry."
"Really?" Christopher's voice became cold. "Seems that good old Captain Marsh here was more than enough to make you forget about me."
He looked at her. "How long? I think I have a right to know."
"Not long." Anna's voice was full of anguish, "I'm so sorry! I wanted to tell you."
Christopher held up his hands. "Don't bother. You can have him. I've got a new job which means that I'll be moving abroad."
He turned to leave. "I'll be around tomorrow to get my things, I don't want to see him here, otherwise I will lose my self control."
"And I'm taking Asterix with me." He smiled. "After all, I bought him."
Christopher left Anna's flat without another word.
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Christopher flung himself down onto his sofa. Asterix meowed and leapt onto his lap.
"I envy you, mate," Christopher said, tickling his cat's chin. "You don't have any worries, do you?"
Asterix looked at him and purred. "Mrrrow?"
"How would you like to move somewhere where you would be made a fuss of every day of the week?" Christopher said as he reached over to tap a number into his vidphone.
Asterix purred again, nestling into Christopher's lap.
After a while, the number was answered.
"Jeff Tracy speaking." The senior member of the Tracy family appeared on the screen.
"Mr Tracy." Christopher paused, "I've decided to accept your offer."
Post by TheWrongTrousers on 18/06/04
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Date: Saturday, February 18, 2068, Time: 4 p.m., Place: Tracy Island
Marty Tisevich landed in the swimming hole with a satisfying splash! The rope he used to swing over the water swept back, and newly minted eleven-year-old Alex took his place.
"Geronimo!" he shouted as he swung out and then dropped, arms and legs tucking into a neat cannonball.
"That's the way to do it, Bud!" Gordon called encouragingly from the water's edge. He handed his father one of the cans of soda he held and then opened and gulped from the other. Together he, Jeff, and Virgil watched the boys who were there to celebrate Alex's birthday continue their water play.
"Too bad we didn't find this little place when we were building the Villa, huh, Dad?" Virgil said as he leaned forward on the rock where he was perched.
"No, Virgil, it's just fine. The spring doesn't put out enough water for the needs of the complex, and it goes down to a trickle if we get a real dry spell. Desalination was our best option," Jeff explained. He took a sip of his soda. "Besides, I would never have met Brains if we didn't go that route. It was his paper on desalination plants for the single dwelling that caught my eye and sent me looking for him. I just hope that our current set up will handle the influx of new people." Jeff looked out at the engineer, who had been cajoled into the camping trip by his student, Alex. He was about to take his own turn at the rope swing.
"Go, Brains! Show 'em how it's done!" Gordon shouted, whistling loud enough to make Jeff wince. The scientist took a running start, grabbed hold of the rope and swung widely over the swimming hole. He tucked into a cannonball then spun in the air a couple of times as if he were doing a fancy dive. However, he didn't let go of his tuck and landed in the pool with a tremendous gush of water.
"Woo Hoo!" Gordon called, standing up and applauding as Brains came up, shaking his head and scrubbing his face.
Jeff turned to Virgil. "I see Brains has been taking lessons."
"Nah. He's always known how to do that, Dad. You just haven't seen him at the pool too much," Virgil explained.
Now Gordon ran along the edge of the swimming hole, grabbed the rope, and making a noise that was half-Tarzan, half-Apache, cannonballed into the water.
Scott joined the small group. "What does Alex think of his gift?" he asked as he sat down beside Jeff and picked up Gordon's soda.
"The hoverbike? He can't wait to use it," Jeff said, grinning. "Unfortunately, since it's IR-issue equipment, he can't use it in front of his friends. That's where the mountain bike came in." Alex had been presented with a top-of-the-line mountain bike complete with safety equipment at the formal part of his birthday at the Villa that afternoon. Then the men in the family took Alex's guests and moved out to the wilds on the other side of the Island to camp around the swimming hole overnight.
But at the family party the night before, Alex had been stunned into speechlessness when Jeff gave him a hoverbike of his own to ride.
"Wow!" was all he could say when he found his voice. "This is the coolest present I've ever gotten!"
Jeff's attention was turned from his reverie to the present by the sound of a familiar "Whoa!" coming from the swimming hole. He glanced over just in time to see Tyler falling from the sky, limbs flailing, making what looked to be an uncomfortable splash in the clear pool.
Jeff started to get up, but Scott motioned to him to stay put. He drained Gordon's soda, and said, "I'll get him, Dad." Jeff relaxed. Scott had spent so many years helping him raise the four younger boys that it was natural for him to pick right up with these two new adopted brothers when they came. Besides, Tyler's admittedly favorite brother, John, was back at the Villa, manning the command desk in case a call came in. With Brains at the campsite to help out, one or more of the Tracy brothers could sneak away and back to base if necessary and not really be missed.
Gordon came back to the knot of Tracy men and sat down again. He looked around for his soda can, picked it up, turned it upside down, and frowned. "I could have sworn there was more in there." Virgil rolled his eyes but kept a straight face while Jeff turned a mild countenance to Gordon.
"You must have been mistaken, son."
Gordon shrugged and got up in search of another soda. Virgil and Jeff looked at each other and chuckled. Virgil glanced up and Jeff followed his gaze.
"You gonna come try out the swing, Dad?" A dripping Alex stood there, a hopeful look on his glistening face. Virgil chuckled behind Jeff and gave his shoulder a playful push.
"Go on, Dad. Show 'em that there's life in the old man yet!"
Alex extended a hand, and Jeff took it, levering himself first into a crouch, then to his feet. The two walked together for a moment, then Jeff took the lead and began to run, looking back at his second-youngest son with a twinkle in his eye.
"Last one in is a rotten egg!" he called.
Alex's eyes widened and he yelled, "Hey!" before sprinting off in pursuit of his dad.
Post by Tikatu on 18/06/04
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Date: Sunday, February 19, 2068, Time: 7:05 a.m., Place: Tracy Island
"Mr. Tracy? Mr. Tracy. You'd better get up." Brains's tenor voice stirred Jeff into wakefulness. He rubbed his bleary eyes to see the scientist peering into the tent Jeff shared with Tyler and Scott. He sat up, noticing that both sleeping bags next to his were empty.
"Kyrano is here, Mr. Tracy, and has started breakfast. Most of Alex's guests are up and clamoring to go to the swimming hole again."
"Kyrano? What's he doing here?" Jeff asked, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat. "I thought Scott and Gordon were supposed to do breakfast."
Brains looked out of the tent in both directions, and then stepped fully inside. "There was an emergency call. All three of your older sons went to answer it. Kyrano came back to help with the guests."
"Thank you, Brains." Jeff nodded in understanding. He knew it had been a possibility. He climbed out of the sleeping bag, fully clothed like most good campers would be, and ran a hand through his silvery hair. Brains retreated out into the open and Tyler took his place, carefully carrying a cup of hot, black coffee. Jeff smiled at his youngest, whose stiff hair was rumpled and sticking out in strange places.
"Kyrano sent me with the coffee and says that if you want breakfast, you'd better hurry. Alex and his friends are about to scarf it all down," Tyler said matter-of-factly. "Where did the big boys go? An emergency?"
"Yes, Ty. That's why Kyrano is here. Thanks for bringing me the coffee. Let's go get some breakfast."
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Three hours later, after one last dip in the swimming hole, the campsite was broken down and the crew had returned to the Villa. Jeff tried to enter the lounge via the study and found the solid study door locked. He smiled. The grate between the study and the lounge was an inadequate barrier against guests seeing what really went on in the lounge during an International Rescue emergency call. So, part of Operation: Cover-up required that the study be locked. Jeff pulled out his master key and opened the door, passing into the room and locking the portal behind him. Then he stepped through the ornate grate and entered the nerve center of the world's premier rescue organization.
"How's it going, Scott?" he asked of his oldest son, who sat behind his desk. "No, don't get up. I have to leave in a little bit to fly the gang back to the States. Kyrano and Tin-Tin are coming with me."
"It's rough," Scott replied. "We're responding to a oil refinery explosion in Saudi Arabia. There's a group of riggers trapped in a small supply shack in the middle of several flaming gushers. Jay is manning Mobile Control while Vee and Gee attempt to put out the fires and get to the riggers. As they put the flames out with the nitro/dicetyline shells from the Firefly, the company's disaster team comes in to cap the gushers. The rough part is that the disaster team leader is giving Jay a hard time, trying to tell him what to do. Jay is ready to deck him."
"That's for sure!" Alan said, piping up from his portrait's frame. "Ess, I have Jay's latest projections. Two more to go and then they can clear out the riggers. Doc is with them to assess the injuries."
"Damn," Jeff swore softly. "Here I wanted to say goodbye to her. After we drop off Axe's friends and pick up Cee and the MIL, I've got to go on to New York and spend a week at corporate."
"I can patch you through, base," Alan offered.
"Please do, Ay." Jeff said.
Dianne was in a passenger seat in the Firefly. The heat from the fiery gushers felt intense even through her heat-resistant suit. Gordon had just fired off another nitroglycerin/dicetyline shell when she got the word that base wanted to speak to her. The Firefly rocked with the recoil and she held on tightly. Then as the massive machine moved forward on its caterpillar tracks, she answered the hail. She smiled sadly, knowing just whom it was and why he wanted to call. Sure enough, Jeff's neatly dressed and pressed figure showed on her wrist telecomm. She pressed a button, and the audio was fed through her suit's hood, offering her a modicum of privacy.
"How's it going, Doc?" he asked softly.
She smiled as best she could for the tiny camera in the telecomm. Holding it as close to her mouth as possible, she replied, "I'm hot and bothered, base. And not just because of the rescue. I know why you called, and I love you, and I'll see you in a week or so, okay? Now, we're nearly at the shack, so I've got to go do my job. Call when you get to your first destination and we can talk, okay?"
"FAB, Doc," Jeff responded. "I love you and I'll call soon. Base out."
Dianne turned off the hood audio and sighed, a tear escaping unnoticed. Then she shook herself and pulled out her medikit, mentally preparing herself for what she might encounter in the small building sitting before the Firefly.
Back at the Island, a quiet cough drew Jeff and Scott's attention. They both turned to see Kyrano standing at the divider between the study and the lounge. Besides Jeff and Dianne, he was the only other person to have a master key that opened all the doors in the Villa and beyond.
"Mr. Tracy, we are ready for you. Your luggage is stowed, and the boys are settled into Tracy Three."
"Thank you, Kyrano. I'm coming." Jeff turned to Scott. "I'll call when we hit Lisa's house. But let me know beforehand if there's any major new development."
"FAB, Dad."
Jeff sighed, looking around the room, his eyes lighting especially on his wife's picture. Then he turned and followed the retainer down to the plane.
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Date: Sunday, February 19, Time: 7:50 p.m. Location: Callie's apartment near Cape Canaveral, Florida
Callie was packing her personal belongings as she thought back to the visit she had with her family in Opp during the previous weekend.
******Saturday, February 11, at her family home in Opp, Alabama******
She arrived at the family home the night before, to the excitement of her family, especially her two older brothers, Joseph and Brian.
The next morning, the three siblings went together on a fishing trip at nearby Cameron Creek. Whenever they got together at home, they enjoyed catching fresh fish for a good meal later in the day. With enough to last through the weekend, they went back to the house to clean their fish.
Brian was first to stir up some conversation. "So, Callie, you were hired for a job at Tracy Industries?"
"Yeah, and believe me, I'm excited. As a scientist I'll have a golden opportunity to be helpful before dangerous situations arise."
"I'll tell you," said Joseph, "that Jeff Tracy guy is one of the best. I can't believe our little sister gets to work for someone so dedicated to helping others. Is it really true that his business is expanding so much he's hiring a lot of people?"
"Yes, and I'm happy to say Tracy Industries is not one of those companies that implodes on itself because of rapid expansion."
"That reminds me, we may be getting a contract with Tracy Industries for some steel. One of their reps showed up about four months ago and was impressed by our steel-making methods. We're one of five companies considered. He also said Mr. Tracy may choose all five, which I wouldn't mind at all."
"That's great, Joe!" Callie exclaimed. "I guess in a unique way, all of us may be working for Tracy Industries."
Brian laughed. "Right. Anyway, how did you even get in touch with the company so fast?"
Callie had to think fast. "I saw the ad online and decided to e-mail my résumé to Tracy Industries. I was contacted a couple of days later for an interview. I was offered the job pretty quickly, and, after some thought, opted to take it. I even got to meet Jeff Tracy in person!"
Brian frowned a little. "Yeah, but what about being an astronaut? You won't be able to get into space again."
"Now wait a sec, Bri. I was hired for communications and engineering, but they know I have astronaut experience. I'm sure there will be a spot in the aerospace division soon enough. I'm not upset about it."
Joseph said, "Hey, whatever makes you happy. That's all that matters."
"Right. It'll be okay, Bri."
"Okay, I know when I'm outnumbered," joked Brian. "Come on, let's finish cleanin' the fish so we can start grillin' and steamin' 'em."
******Later that day******
They served up a lot of catfish and red snapper at the dinner table, a delight to all who ate them.
"Mmm," said their mother Lorraine. "I haven't had fish this delicious in a long time. Nice job, kids."
"Thanks, Mom," they said together.
Lorraine came up to her daughter and planted a big kiss on her cheek. "Callie, we are all so proud of you. You're the first in our family to graduate from the prestigious MIT, then becoming a member of the World Space Agency. Now you're adding more to your success with this new job at Tracy Industries."
"Thanks, Mom. I'm just grateful for the support you've all given me through all this. There were times I nearly gave up, but you helped me through it."
Joseph asked, "When do you leave for your new job?"
"One week from Monday. And believe me, it won't be an easy trip. I'm going all the way to Hawaii for it."
"When will you get a chance to come home again?" Lorraine asked.
"That depends. I know I'll need at least a month to get settled into the job."
"I think we can survive. Don't worry about us too much, Callie. You'll have to concentrate on your new job soon enough."
Just then, their father Richard entered the house. "Hi, everybody. Callie, I'm sorry I wasn't here to greet you last night, but--"
"It's okay, Dad. Mom told me you were up in Birmingham most of the week for a steel works conference and wanted to stop at Lake Martin for a little fishing trip with your buddies."
"I'm glad you're not upset, but I'm also so happy for you, getting that new job with Tracy Industries. Did Joe tell you--?"
"About the possible new contract? Yes, he did. It's great news for all of us."
"I know. Could you imagine if Tracy Industries had to send you out here for a chemical emergency?"
"It would be great to see you all again, even if I were on duty." If I'm on Thunderbird Five, though, I really couldn't be of any help here. I guess that's one of the downsides of being a part of International Rescue.
"Okay, hun. We know you'll make us proud."
******Present Time******
"I hope I will make you proud, Dad, not only as a science consultant for Tracy Industries, but also as a member of International Rescue. I'm just sorry I can't tell you guys everything. Believe me, I won't forget what you've all taught me."
She placed her last photo into her box before sealing it with tape. The photo was of her entire family, whom she knew would be there for her in spirit.
******The next morning along the Space Coast******
Callie waited patiently for the arrival of a jet. "Almost time...to leave my life as I once knew it."
The jet landed and stopped just in front of her. Out of the jet came Scott Tracy. "Hello, Professor Spencer. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Mr. Tracy, I am."
"Please, I'd rather just be Scott. After all, you'll be dealing with so many Tracys you won't be able to tell who's who if you just call them 'Mister,' 'Miss,' or 'Mrs.'"
"All right, Scott, but only if you call me Callie."
"Okay," he said with a smile. "Just relax for now. Everything's going to be just fine."
"Thank you, Scott." She grabbed two of her suitcases while Scott took a third and her box of personal belongings into the jet.
After they buckled themselves in, Scott spoke into the radio. "Tracy One to Tracy Island. Professor Spencer and I are leaving now. We'll be home in about six hours."
"Roger, Tracy One," said Virgil on the other side.
As the plane took off, Callie thought, This is it. Goodbye WSA and hello Tracy Industries and International Rescue.
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February 21st, New York
The New York City Heliport was windy and chilly, even though the sun was shining down. From the first day Elise had reported for work, she knew she was going to enjoy working at Tracy industries. Chief Flight Co-ordinator and Crew Chief, Steven Hunt, had spent the first few days introducing Elise to the operations, the fleet of aircraft, maintenance procedures and the personnel she would be working with. It had been a lot to absorb, but Elise was up for the challenge. Steve himself had taken her up in a variety of helijets and private helicopters that the fleet owned, and was impressed by her versatile flying skills. He had no doubts about her ability to handle any situation that may arise.
Within days, Elise was flying by herself, familiarizing herself with New York airspace and the various heliports located on Manhattan Island. She was in awe of the view every time she flew across the Hudson River and back around the city.
She had practiced landings on the TI building a few times, as this was the main location she would be using. The sheer size of the building had really impressed her! Located on the corner of Wall Street and Broad Street, in the heart of the Financial District, Tracy Industries was as intimidating as a building as well as a company.
The sun continued to shine as Elise filed her flight plan and went out to her aircraft. Today she was piloting one of the smaller corporate choppers to pick up a Japanese business associate of Jeff Tracy. Once her pre-flight check was complete she was on her way. Mr. Yoshimoto was waiting patiently for her as she landed at JFK's heliport. Climbing down, she headed to where he was waiting, ducking the rotary blades as she walked.
"Mr. Yoshimoto?" He smiled and nodded slightly.
"Hi, I'm Elise Collins, Pilot for Mr. Tracy. If you would please follow me, we'll get underway."
The slight, middle-aged man quietly followed Elise and once she had stowed his bag, she helped him board. "May I please sit in front? I would very much like to see the view," he asked of her.
"Yes, of course. We'll take the scenic route and you'll still arrive on time." She smiled in return.
The chopper lifted off with ease and headed across Hudson Bay towards Downtown. Flying past their destination, Elise told Mr. Yoshimoto she would show him some landmarks and then return to the Financial District. Elise was enjoying herself, and her passenger seemed very pleased indeed.
"That, sir, up ahead, is the Brooklyn Bridge. There's also a heliport located down there too."
More smiles and nods indicated that he understood what he was hearing. They flew on towards the 34th Street Heliport and then banked left. "That big open space over there is where the Empire State Building used to stand." They both looked out at the empty area, which was now below them. "Unfortunately, during it's planned move a few years ago, it collapsed, trapping two men beneath the rubble.
"Ah, yes! I remember this. In Japan, we also moved a building, but with much success. Did those men survive?"
"Yes, luckily International Rescue was called and got them out. They were hurt, but alive." Elise then pointed out another, smaller, empty lot. "Fulmar Financial use to be on that spot, it too fell when the Empire State collapsed. It had been evacuated so again, no lives were lost."
"I remember all of this now. Some of my clients had accounts with Fulmar Financial," Mr. Yoshimoto replied.
By this time, they were heading back towards the Financial District. Passing the NY Stock Exchange, the chopper made its approach towards the rooftop helipad of Tracy Industries. Upon arriving, two executives approached to help Mr. Yoshimoto. Before departing, he turned to Elise with a large smile and said, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome, sir!" she answered. After she'd switched off the engines, completed an all over check, she secured the chopper and headed over to the stairwell. The employee elevator took her down to ground level where she hailed a cab and headed home. Mr. Yoshimoto was her only scheduled passenger for the day, and she didn't have to return to work until the following afternoon when she had to take him back to the airport.
Later, at home, sinking into a hot tub full of scented bubbles, she chuckled to herself. "I love my job!"
Post by FrankieCTB2 on 22/06/04
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February 22nd, New York
Late the next day Elise was in the flight control room at Tracy Industries. The room was located above the Penthouse Suites, but below the rooftop. The room had maps and controls and flight info and also a small lounge, complete with a comfy couch and coffee maker, for pilots to use in between flights. Elise was munching on a donut, having finished her coffee, and was waiting for Mr. Yoshimoto's arrival. Her pre-flight check was completed, so all she had to do now was kill some time. Flicking through a magazine, she had just started to read an article when the intercom sounded. Walking over to it, she hit the switch and spoke.
"Elise Collins here, go ahead."
The deep voice of Jeff Tracy startled her. "Elise, we won't be needing the chopper tonight. Mr. Yoshimoto will be staying with us another day, but before you go, if you have a moment, I would like to see you."
Frowning, she answered, "Is there a problem, sir?"
"No, not at all, I need to ask a favor of you, so please come down to my penthouse Ooffice suites in about 5 minutes."
"Yes, sir."
Standing outside the office of Jeff Tracy was a little nerve racking to say the least, but Elise knocked and patiently waited. Jeff answered and smiled, making her feel immediately more at ease.
"Thank you for coming, please do come in." Jeff gestured with his hand as he held the door open.
Impressive! was the first thought to cross Elise's mind as she entered the spacious, luxurious office. Mr. Tracy obviously spares no expense when it comes to creature comforts. She thought about her own mediocre, but cozy apartment. Jeff walked behind his desk and sat down, indicating that she should do the same in one of the leather chairs opposite his desk.
"I hear you're enjoying your new position with us, and I've had glowing reports about your skills as a pilot."
"Thank you, sir, and yes, I'm enjoying it very much."
He paused and looked at her, and she later would swear he had a twinkle in his eye when he asked his next question. "Are you, by chance, the pilot Scott was with when there was a near collision with the Fireflash?" Jeff couldn't help himself, he had to ask. When Scott had told him about the incident, Jeff had laughed at his son's vivid recollections of the entire episode.
Elise sat there quietly. Her prayers had gone unanswered. She had prayed for the ground to open up and swallow her... it hadn't and it didn't. She had no choice but to answer him.
"Yes, sir. It was an incident with one of the first prototypes of the Fireflash, sir. That aircraft didn't go into commercial service until after Scott and I had left the Air Force... sir."
Jeff noticed how deliberately slow her words were, and found himself struggling not to laugh. "Well, I'm glad my son was in such capable hands at the time."
"Thank you," was the small, meek reply.
"Now that's out of the way..." Jeff moved onto the reason he'd asked Elise to come to his office. "Elise, I asked you down here because I'm in need of a pilot for a private trip I need to make to New Hampshire. I'm looking into buying some real estate as a surprise gift for my wife. The only day I can manage this trip is Saturday. I'm aware that day is your day off, but I want an experienced pilot and wanted to give you the first opportunity to refuse."
Elise digested all of this and knew she wouldn't say no. "Of course, Mr. Tracy! I'd be honored to fly you to New Hampshire on Saturday."
"Good! That's settled then." Jeff then gave her flight times and a few details and Elise almost bounced out of his office.
I'm going to be Jeff Tracy's personal pilot! Adding that thought to the fact that Jeff had told her she would be piloting his own elite private helijet, Elise was feeling on top of the world, and couldn't wait to get airborne.
Post by FrankieCTB2 on 22/06/04
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Date: Wednesday, February 22, Time: 5:30 p.m., Place: Tracy Family penthouse, Tracy Industries building, New York City.
Jeff sighed and slung his suit coat over the back of the sofa, pulling loose his tie and unbuttoning his shirt's top button. He stretched and went over to the small bar that sat in the lounge of his penthouse suite. Looking around, he realized that he had yet to let Dianne loose on the decor of the place.
After we get our new recruits settled. Then I'll let her redecorate this place.
He smiled, then went to the desk and picked up the vidphone. Dialing the number of the place closest to his heart, he sat and waited for someone to answer.
Date: Thursday, February 23, Time: 10:30 a.m., Place: Tracy Island
The vidphone rang in the lounge and Cherry, who was passing through on her way to the patio, answered it. She grinned as she saw her Dad's face smiling back.
"Hello, there, Princess! How are you doing today?"
"I'm fine, Dad! I'm on my way to art class with Virgil. How are things at corporate?"
"Busy, Cherry, very busy. And cold. And sometimes lonely. I miss you and your brothers...."
"I know: 'and especially your mother'. Should I get her?"
"Please, Princess." As Cherry used her telecomm to call Dianne to the lounge, Jeff asked, "How is your Grandma Lisa doing? And is Professor Spencer settling in?"
"Grandma's fine. She's taken over the furnishing of the new apartments, making little homey touches here and there. Professor Spencer is on a tour of Thunderbird Three right now. She ended up getting apartment B2, one of the one bedroom ones. On the second floor. It must be pretty lonely and quiet over there right now."
"That will change in a few days, Princess, as the rest of the new recruits arrive."
"Don't I know it!" Cherry looked up and to her right. "Here's Mom. I love you, Dad and can't wait for you to get home."
"Ditto, Princess. See you in a few days." Cherry got up and let her mother take the chair in front of the vidphone, then headed out to her art lesson.
"Hello, love," Dianne said as she sat down, smiling.
"Hello, dearest. I'm so glad to see you. It's been a bear of a day."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Jeff. What was the trouble?"
Jeff went into explaining his day and Dianne listened sympathetically. He was always hesitant about dumping his corporate troubles onto her shoulders, but, as she so often said, it was one way that she could learn about the company and what it did. Besides, she would point out, he needed to vent, and if he couldn't vent to his wife, whom could he vent to?
"And you know what the worst part is, love?"
"No, what?"
"You're not here."
Dianne smiled. "You know I wish I were. But someone's got to be here to get our new recruits settled when they arrive. Professor Spencer is making herself at home. John is talking about taking her up to Thunderbird Five for some training when he goes next month."
"Sounds good. I hope our other new recruits fit in as well," Jeff said. He stopped for a minute, and then looked at her frankly. "As far as our new mechanic, Kat, is concerned, I'm beginning to regret not having been upfront with her when she came for her interview. When she comes, will you see that she's given a private tour and told right away about what's going on? And tender my apologies as well."
"I'll see to it. Even if I can't do it myself, I'll deputize one of the boys," Dianne assured him.
"And now, my dear heart, shall we discuss what we'll be doing when I finally get back home and have you in my arms again?" Jeff asked with a sly tone and a wink.
"By all means, suh, let's... discuss," Dianne replied with a fillip of drawl and a raised eyebrow.
Post by Tikatu on 23/06/2004
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| Re: The Call Goes Out [message #190 is a reply to message #173] |
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West Lodge, Foxleyheath, 22nd February 2068
Kat stared at the untidy heap of clothes, which was piled on her bed, and over-spilling onto the floor of her bedroom. Although she was moving out, she would have to be brutal with some of her things.
"Hello, anyone in?" Lady Penelope called from the front door.
"Up here in my bedroom," Kat called back.
Lady Penelope joined Kat in the untidy bedroom.
Kat groaned. "I want to take so much, but I am not sure how much room I shall have, nor how the rooms will be furnished. Do you suppose we shall have to provide our own furniture?"
"You will each be given your own apartment, consisting of a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, dining area, and sitting room."
Kat looked suspiciously at Lady Penelope.
Lady Penelope looked slightly flustered. "Well, when we discussed him wanting a mechanic, he told me of his plans for the accommodation. The bedroom furniture provided will be a dresser, full size bed, night stand, and the sitting room will have a sofa, dining table and four chairs, end table with lamps and an electronics centre. There will be kitchen accoutrements. The décor will be very neutral, so you can add you own colour scheme."
Kat gasped, so much to furnish! She looked at Lady Penelope. "Gosh, I shall have to do some serious shopping. I have a couple of sheets and some pillow cases and pillows, but most of my furnishings belong to you."
Gosh! she thought, This is going to take forever!
Eventually after some hard decisions, Kat had three suitcases packed with clothes, both for work, leisure and for special occasions that Lady Penelope had hinted there might be.
Lady Penelope looked at Kat. She felt guilty that she could not enlighten her more about what was in store for her. I only hope Jeff tells her as soon as she is on the island, she thought.
"Kat," Lady Penelope said, "I have plenty of bed linen and furnishings. I think we can furnish your apartment from here at Foxleyheath."
Lady Penelope and Kat set about looking at bed linen first. Kat chose some sheets and matching pillowcases in a soft lilac and pink print design. "There are some curtains that will
pick up these colours," Lady Penelope said, adding them to the pile.
"Just in case it may get cool some nights, I have a lightweight duvet with a cover to compliment the sheets. There are some pretty deep pink lampshades in one of the guest rooms. Run and fetch them, Kat, they will match in very nicely."
Lady Penelope also produced some cream coloured sheets and pillowcases with lilac and pink candy stripes. "You can never have too much linen," she said.
"I can't accept all this!" Kat gasped.
As if she had not heard, Lady Penelope added, "Now for the sitting room."
Kat chose some cream curtains. Lady Penelope found two cream and blue rugs and some cream, blue and light brown scatter cushions. Lady Penelope also found some cream tablecloths and placemats to match. Kat added to the pile of things mounting up on the floor, some pictures of scenes around her home, her favourite horse and her beloved car. She also produced a Chinese picture of a red dragon, drawn on rice paper, some favourite ornaments, and all her favourite books.
"There, I think that is almost about everything. If you find you want some more, then please, just contact me," Lady Penelope said.
"Lady Penelope, you are too kind."
"Think nothing of it, my dear."
"Now, we must get Parker to help with the packing of all this."
Kat went to her room to sort out her personal things, and saw her guitar. Mm, I may need this, she thought and added it to the rest of the things to be packed. On the other hand, I shall take this with me on the plane. I don't want it damaged.
Thinking of the plane, she wondered who would be sent to fetch her. She secretly hoped it would be John. She rather liked the tall, blond haired young man.
Kat had a last look round. Well, if anything has been missed I shall have to contact Lady Penelope and get it sent on.
Post by Tawnyangel22 on 24/06/2004
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Mon, 23 July 2012 13:45 |
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The George Pub, London, 22nd February 2068, 9:00pm
Everyone raised their glasses as Danny toasted to Nikki's new job and her departure. "It's a shame that the others had to work and couldn't be here so I'll speak for them. You will definitely be missed at the hospital, especially by me. I mean who else am I going to ask to lend me some money?" Everyone laughed as he turned to Evie.
Evie shook her head, "The Evie bank is closed and will not open again for anyone named Danny or anyone who Danny hires to ask for him."
Nikki laughed. She was definitely going to miss this group of friends the most. "Speaking of money, Danny, don't you owe me?"
"I'll buy your drinks for the rest of the night." Danny sat down next to Nikki, put his arm around her and kissed her on the cheek, hoping that she would accept his compromise.
"I wish I could stay longer so that you could buy me that drink, but I've got to go home and finish packing. I've still got a lot to do."
Danny looked sad. "You can do that tomorrow."
"I can't, I'm spending the day with my family."
"Oh please stay longer," Evie pleaded. "I'll help you with the rest of your packing."
"Me too." Danny said.
"Evie, you're helping me anyway, you said yesterday." As Nikki thought about it, she looked at their pleading faces and smiled. "You two look like little children when they beg their parents for sweets." Their expressions didn't change. "It might take all night. Oh, ok. I'll stay longer, 45 minutes tops."
"Great. If it's going to be an all-nighter then you better prepare the couch for me to sleep on." Danny stood up. "I'll get you another drink."
"Just cola this time!" Nikki shouted to him over the music as he walked towards the bar. Nikki turned to Evie. "So are you and Emma going to find a new roommate when I leave?"
"I think so. We talked about her sister, Laura, moving in. It hasn't been decided yet." Evie looked into her glass. "Part of me wishes that you didn't take that job, but another part is happy for you because it's great. A new country and new culture, I'll envy you a bit and I'll miss you a lot."
Nikki hugged her friend as tears rolled down both their cheeks. "I'll miss you, too. I'll still keep in touch with you and hopefully I'll get time off in the future to come back for a visit."
Danny walked over and saw the two friends. "Is there any room for the rest of us in there?"
Nikki smiled through her tears. "Of course."
Danny put down his drink and shouted to the others. "Pile on Nikki."
Nikki laughed as she was squashed between her closest friends.
Post by Nikki-browneyes1 on 24/06/2004
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| Re: The Call Goes Out [message #192 is a reply to message #191] |
Mon, 23 July 2012 13:46 |
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Thunderbird 3 Hangar, Tracy Island, February 23, 2068, 9:00a.m.
John had completed showing Callie the interior of Thunderbird 3 and was now showing the exterior. "What do you think?"
"This is a HUGE spaceship! So, when it's time to go, I'll use this to reach the space station?"
He nodded. "You won't spend three straight months at the space station, either. What we'll do is this: when we take Thunderbird 3 to the station, you and I will work together for a month. This will give you all the time you need to understand the controls. Afterward, it'll be Alan, followed by you, and then me."
"I get it. The sooner I follow Alan, the less the chance I'll forget what controls what."
"I should warn you, Callie. The controls are very complicated, but after a while they'll be second nature."
Callie nodded with excitement. "I believe you, John. Thanks for showing me this place. Is it true we'll go by means of the sofa?"
"Yes. We have two switching sofas so it appears nothing is missing."
"Clever."
"Any questions?"
"Nope. I think everything's been answered for me."
John smiled. "Great. Now, we need to get back to the lounge. I need to get ready to leave."
"To pick up other recruits?"
"Yeah, our British recruits."
Post by TracyFan4Ever on 27/06/2004
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| Re: The Call Goes Out [message #193 is a reply to message #192] |
Mon, 23 July 2012 13:47 |
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Foxleyheath, February 2068
The day that Kat had been looking forward to with a degree of dread and excitement had arrived. Today Lady Penelope and Parker were taking her to Heathrow for her journey to Tracy Island.
Parker looked at the suitcases and boxes and said. "H'I don't know 'ow we are going to get all these boxes and luggage h'into the car, m'lady."
"Oh, Parker, don't fuss so, there will be plenty of room. I have taken far more on some of my visits in the past.
Eventually, with a lot of grunting and groaning from Parker, ably assisted by Lofty, FAB1 was packed and Kat squeezed into the back, surrounded by her belongings.
FAB1 sped through the countryside. Fields, villages flashed by, and suddenly as they neared London, the surrounding area became much more built up.
Arriving at Heathrow, Parker parked the Rolls outside one of the Terminals.
"'Ere, we h'are," he said, opening the doors for Lady Penelope and Kat. Kat scrambled out, clutching her guitar in her hand. Parker brought a trolley over and loaded the luggage and boxes. He headed to the hangar, where he knew the plane would be while Lady Penelope guided Kat to the departure lounge.
Christopher sat in the TI lounge, waiting for the new arrivals. He looked at a very miserable looking Asterix, who was in his carrying box.
"Mrrroww!!" Asterix tried to take a swipe at his master.
"Come on, mate." Christopher felt sorry for his little cat. "This will be a whole new start for us; don't you like that?"
Asterix ignored him, preferring to turn around and go to sleep.
Christopher sighed; he had packed with a heavy heart. Anna still invaded his thoughts. Still, he had discovered that all his possessions fitted neatly into two large packing cases.
Picking up his coffee, he leaned back in the plush chair and waited. He noticed a dark-skinned girl enter and gave her a nod and a smile.
Kat came into the waiting area. She looked at around and noticed a young woman no older than herself and a good-looking man.
"Do you suppose they are going to the same place as I am?" Kat whispered to Lady Penelope.
"I think it is more than likely," Lady Penelope replied.
Kat wandered over to the young woman and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Kat Williamson. I guess we are heading for the same destination."
Nikki shook hands and added, "I'm Nikki and, yes, I guess we are."
"Isn't it exciting?" Kat went on. "I still can't believe that Mr Tracy wants a mechanic for his family fleet of vehicles, but Lady Penelope recommended me. I went for an interview, and now I am on my way."
Nikki smiled, "I still can't believe that I'll be working with the family on that beautiful island. But I must admit, I'll really miss my friends and family, along with my old job."
Nikki thought back to the family dinner her mother hosted the night before and the leaving party her friends threw her after her last day at the hospital.
"I'll also miss England, but then I guess the gorgeous weather on the Island will make up for that."
"So what was your job before you decided to work for Mr Tracy?" Kat asked.
"I was an A&E nurse at Chelsea and St Margaret's hospital. I'll be working as a nurse along with another for Dr. Tracy on the Island." Nikki adjusted her hair clip as it was hurting her head a bit.
Kat tilted her head slightly. Why would they need two nurses to work with the doctor on that Island? Are they accident-prone or something? she thought.
The dark haired young man wandered over. "Hi, I am Christopher Jordan, and the miserable cat in the carrier is Asterix. It looks like we are all going to Tracy Island."
"Hi, I'm Kat Williamson, and this is Nikki. I'm sorry, but I don't know your surname."
"Jackson, Nikki Jackson, pleased to meet you," she said and she shook his hand.
Just then the doors at the far end of the departure lounge opened, and in walked John Tracy and Tin-Tin Kyrano.
Christopher looked up as he saw Tin-Tin, a wide smile appearing on his face.
Kat smiled at John. "So, we meet again."
"Yes, indeed. Did you meet Tin-Tin Kyrano when you visited?" John replied with a grin. "Well, everyone seems to be here. Let's get your things loaded onto the jet." Without further ado, they followed John, Tin-Tin, and Parker out onto the tarmac. John and Parker loaded most of the luggage, assisted by Christopher.
Lady Penelope followed slowly after them. She was just beginning to realise that she was going to miss Kat very much indeed.
Once the entire luggage was stored away, they boarded the jet.
"Fasten your seatbelts and get ready for takeoff," John called from the cockpit.
Christopher looked at Kat as she sat there, waiting for the jet to take off. He smiled to himself; he felt the same when he went up in a plane for the first time.
He leaned over to her and squeezed her hand, "You'll be fine." Kat just nodded.
"Mroooowww." Asterix was looking out of his carrier; he was scared.
"I know you'll be fine too." With that, Christopher settled back for the trip.
Kat watched the earth move away as the jet headed upwards, the sudden ascent pushing her back into her seat. She remembered saying goodbye to Lady Penelope, who had had tears in her eyes. She smiled as she recalled all the happy hours she had spent working on her car, and Parker's funny ways. Her memory brought up the times spent shopping and attending some of Lady Penelope's parties. She thought sadly of her parents and brothers. Lady Penelope had assured her that her car would be safe at Foxleyheath. She hoped the new mechanic would be a good and faithful worker. She wiped away a sudden moistness from her own eyes.
Nikki looked at her. "Are you okay?"
Kat nodded, not sure of her voice.
"It's a big wrench, leaving everything that you have always known, isn't it?" Nikki said kindly.
"Yes." Kat replied, "I was just thinking of what I have left behind, but now I must look to my future."
"Hey, I believe there are refreshments on board. What say we look for something to eat and drink?" Nikki said, as she unbuckled her seat belt.
"Okay," Kat replied. "I have a low blood sugar problem. I don't want to pass out, that wouldn't give a very good impression, now would it?"
Post by TheWrongTrousers, Nikki-browneyes1 and Tawnyangel22 on 27/06/2004
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Mon, 23 July 2012 13:48 |
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Tracy Island, 24th February 2068
"Tracy Island ahead, please fasten your seat belts for landing," Tin-Tin called from the cockpit. All three passengers fastened their belts and looked out of the windows as Tracy Island appeared.
This is it, thought Kat. This is where my life changes forever.
Tin-Tin taxied the plane to the end of the runway near the cliff. The doors were opened, Kat scrambled out still clutching her guitar.
"May I on behalf of my father, welcome you all to Tracy Island," John said.
All three of them followed him, struggling with some of their luggage, through a wide door and entered a large cargo style lift. The lift carried them up to a wide patio
Kat followed John. She looked around her. Everything was a blaze of colour. Plants, the like of which she had never known existed, blossomed everywhere. The tropical breeze swayed palm trees and looking into the distance, she saw a white, sandy beach.
"It's such a large island, but where are the fleet of vehicles I shall be helping with?" she asked John.
John responded. "I will show you them once you have had time to settle in and have a rest."
Grandma Tracy was there to welcome them. She looked at the other two already seated. Kyrano had brought in some tea and refreshments. Suddenly Kat realised how hungry she was.
"Did you have a pleasant journey?" Grandma asked them. All three nodded and said yes they had.
Mrs. Tracy continued, "While you are having something to eat, let's take care of your living accommodations. All of you will have an apartment, located here in the Cliff House. It's furnished with the basics and you'll each have an allowance to order what you like to change or add to what is there."
She brought out a small basket containing some key cards. "Please take one. This is the fairest way we could think up to hand out the apartments."
Each drew out a key and she took note of who had drawn which apartment.
"John, Tin-Tin and I will show you to your apartments now and help you with your luggage. I'm afraid my son is currently away on business, but as soon as he is back, he will give you a welcome tour and talk," she explained further.
Kat was shown to her apartment by Grandma and Kyrano followed shortly after with her luggage. "Please make yourself at home," Grandma said. "A tour of the island has been arranged for you once you have settled in and have had a rest."
"I thought Mr Tracy was going to show us all round, when he arrived back?" Kat asked.
"I have instructions that you are to be shown around as soon as you are settled in," was the reply.
Left on her own to unpack, Kat looked around the apartment. It was so roomy and airy. She went into the bedroom; the bed looked enormous. It was just as well that Lady Penelope had insisted on double sized sheets. She opened the windows onto the balcony and looked out at the blue sea shimmering in the heat. A row of palm trees lined a route down to the beach. It was so beautiful. She felt immensely happy that she had got this opportunity to work in such a wonderful location.
Reluctantly returning to the room and the business of unpacking, she began putting her things away. She had brought three suitcases of clothes, but they just looked lost in the dresser drawers and hanging space. She looked at her bib and brace overalls and wondered how soon she would need them. She hoped very soon; she was still curious about what kinds of vessels and aircraft she'd be working on and where they were kept.
Following a short rest, Kat showered and changed into something slightly cooler, a pair of shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. She had just finished putting her things away and was exploring the kitchen cabinets when the door chimed. She walked over and pressed her hand into the scanner. The door slid open and John appeared.
"Oh, hi, are you going to show me around?"
"May I come in before I show you around? Father is sorry that he is unable to take you around himself and has asked me to show you instead."
"Okay," said Kat.
"Kat, before we go on the tour, there's something important I need to tell you," he began. "Although you have been recruited as a mechanic for our family fleet of vehicles, that is not the whole story. My family is also International Rescue."
Kat swallowed hard. International Rescue, she had heard of them, of the marvellous rescues they carried out, of the secrecy that surrounded them.
Kat looked hard at John. "Yes, I have."
"Well, my father is head of International Rescue and Tracy Island is the headquarters," John explained. "The work of International Rescue is increasing and Dad felt that the time was right to recruit more personnel. That's why you are here."
Post by Tawnyangel22 on 28/06/2004
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A pillow fight, an hour of panic packing Since when did I have all this extra crap? -- and a few hours sleep later, Dominic found himself waiting at the airbase for his ticket out of Kansas and to his new home and job.
International Rescue. I still can't believe it. If only me mam could see me now. Joshua had protested to the stroller, as he often did, and Dom decided to load some of the bags into it instead and carry the young boy in his arms. Josh blinked from behind his large round glasses and stared at his father. He knew something was up, Dom thought. Children were strangely perceptive, he had found.
So they waited until the time came, and he thought he caught a glimpse of a similar plane to the one he had been taken to the island in the first time land on the airstrip and taxi out of sight. They waited a few moments longer.
"Mr. Kelly." He heard a familiar voice say.
Dominic turned to see the auburn-haired brother walking towards him, a wide grin on his face, accompanied by a pretty young teen Cherry, he remembered.
"Please, call me Dom. You're Gordon if I remember correctly," he said.
"That I am. Now, are you ready to go? The plane is being refueled as we speak."
"Yes, we are. Aren't we, Josh?" The boy stared at Gordon for a few moments before breaking out in a grin. Dominic smiled and nodded at Gordon. "He must remember you."
"He should!" Gordon said. "We had a great time, didn't we, Joshua? Come on, then. Let's get your stuff loaded. We'll be picking up another new recruit, Brandon McCain, on our way." They moved off, and Gordon continued. "After that stop, I'd like for you to take over the flight. We normally double crew on these long flights, but because of the number of comings and goings, pilots are spread pretty thin right now."
"I'd be glad to." Dominic said. "Just let me familiarise the controls on the way there, then. Where are we headed?"
"Lindbergh Field Airport, San Diego."
Once the plane was ready, the gear was stowed and the passengers safely buckled in, they were on their way to pick up their last passenger.
Brandon stood in the terminal, waiting for the plane that would take him to Tracy Island and his new life. Leaving the things he was familiar with was difficult; leaving his family more so.
Mom, Dad, I'm sorry I had to lie to you, Brandon thought. Maybe in time I'll be able to tell you where I am and what I really do. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling out to him.
"Mr. McCain!" Brandon turned to see Gordon and a dark-haired man coming towards him.
He recognized Gordon from his trip to the island. "Hi, Gordon. Nice to see you again," Brandon replied, extending his hand. Gordon took it, shaking it firmly.
Gordon nodded and motioned to his companion. "This is one of our other new recruits, Dominic Kelly.
Dominic extended his hand, and the two men shook. "Pleased t' meet you."
"Pleased to meet you too, Mr. Kelly."
"Ah, please, call me Dom. Most folks do."
"Well," Gordon interjected, "we'd best be getting a move on." He went to take one of Brandon's bags.
Brandon slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and picked up the two remaining bags. Following Gordon and Dom to the plane, he stowed his stuff and entered the plane, taking his seat and fastening his seat belt.
Dominic sat in the pilot's seat, and Gordon in the co-pilot's. Dominic looked back before buckling his seat belt to check on his son. "How's he been?" he asked Cherry.
"Fine," the young girl answered with a smile. Dominic turned back and glanced over the controls.
"Ready to go?" Gordon asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," he answered.
It didn't seem like long before Gordon was requesting permission to land on Tracy Island. Dominic felt his heart skip a beat. This was really it. Permission was granted, and Gordon turned to Dominic.
"Would you like me to do the landing?" he asked.
Dominic thought for a moment; it had been a while since he had landed a plane.
"No, I think I'm okay to do it." He manipulated the steering yoke, and brought them down carefully, though not as smoothly as a more skilled hand could have. I guess I'll have to get training again, Dominic thought.
"Hey Dom," Brandon said in a teasing voice, "Be careful, will ya?" He looked at Joshua, who wasn't fazed in the least by his father's less than smooth landing.
Dominic threw a wry grin Brandon's way, and got up to let Gordon take over. When the plane was stationary and the ramp deployed, Dominic went back and unbuckled a sleepy Joshua, taking the child up in his arms.
Brandon stepped out of the plane, feeling the sun on his shoulders and smelling the aroma of the tropical flowers that decorated the Island. He turned to Gordon. "What next?"
They entered a large cargo lift, and Joshua started as it began to rise. The young child soon dozed back off, and the lift opened and left them off on a wide patio area, where they were met by Kyrano and Grandma.
"We shall allocate your apartments first, so you may put your things away and begin to settle in." Kyrano said.
"Considering your special circumstances," she motioned to Joshua, "we're allocating you a two-bedroom apartment. You just have to choose which one. Go ahead."
Dominic reached into the basket and picked one of them out. He showed it to Emily, who noted which one it was.
She held out the basket to Brandon. He reached in, picking out one of the remaining keys, showing it to Emily.
"Well then, we'd best get you all settled in," Kyrano said.
She and Kyrano showed the two men to their respective apartments. Dominic gave Cherry a grateful smile as she helped him bring his bags into the room, and he set his sleepy child down on the first bed he came across.
Brandon followed Emily to his apartment. Thanking her for her help, he took his bags and set them down. After exploring his new accommodations went out onto the balcony to take in the view.
I wonder who my 'neighbor' is? Brandon thought. A noise to his right made him turn and look.
"No way! Not him!" Brandon groaned inwardly.
Post by MagicMaster8 and ArtisticRainey on 28/06/2004
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Christopher carried Asterix all the way from his Cliff House apartment over to the Villa, taking the monorail and the lift up to the house. He walked along the corridor to the lounge, whistling a happy tune and stroking a very nervous and nosy young cat.
"This is nice." He tickled Asterix's chin; the cat purred.
A set of footsteps behind him caught his attention. He turned around to say hello and was face to face with Brandon.
Christopher's happy face was replaced with a little more seriousness. He looked at Brandon, "Brandon? Nice to see you; have you settled in yet?"
"I haven't completely settled in yet. I'm taking time to get used to the layout of the place."
"This is Asterix." Christopher's expression relaxed. "He's nervous so I'm taking him for a walk round."
"How old is he?" Brandon asked, admiring the cat's markings. He started to put his hand out to scratch Asterix's ears. The cat let out a low growl, swiping at the intruding appendage.
"He's a year old." Christopher tickled the cat's ears to calm him down. "Sorry about that. He does that to people he doesn't know."
"Does it take him long to get used to people?"
Christopher turned around and looked at Brandon, any pretense of humour disappearing from his eyes and face. "It depends," he said. "He is very picky with who he likes."
"I'll keep that in mind. Anything else I should know about Asterix?"
"No, nothing really," Christopher said, "He will find out about you, but I suggest locking your door. He likes to explore."
"Thanks for the advice," Brandon said as Christopher turned, going into the lounge.
After taking a walk around, learning where things were located, Brandon went back to his apartment to finish unpacking. He did so slowly, his thoughts going back to his encounter with Christopher. What's he got in mind? He seemed nice enough, but I'm not so sure. Better stay on your toes, McCain.
Post by TheWrongTrousers & MagicMaster8 29/06/2004
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Kat was silent following this piece of news.
She opened the French windows leading to the balcony and John followed her. Resting her arms on the edge, she asked, "And just when were you intending to drop this bombshell on Nikki and Christopher?"
John was silent. Without turning to face him she said in a quiet voice, "They already know, don't they?"
She turned to face him. "I'm right aren't I, they know already?"
John nodded. "It was never my father's intention to tell them until they had accepted. But Nikki asked why did we need two nurses to help our doctor and felt he had to show her why."
Kat paced up and down. "Oh, I must have sounded so naïve talking to them on the plane coming down here. How thrilled I was getting a job as a mechanic and all the while they knew exactly what was happening."
John tried to stop her pacing, but she brushed him away.
"No, let me think, this has come as quite a shock. It's not so much knowing what happens here, as the fact that I didn't merit the courtesy of being told sooner," she said in a hurt voice. "Where does Lady Penelope fit into all this? No don't tell me. She knows all about it as well, doesn't she? No wonder she knew exactly what size of bedding I would need and what the apartments were like." John explained that Lady Penelope was their London Agent, and abided by the strict secrecy that surrounded International Rescue.
"So that explains some of her mysterious disappearances." Kat tried to keep her voice steady. "So why, when I have worked for her for four years, and we have become good friends, and Lady Penelope recommended me, was I not told at my interview? After all I must have been trustworthier than the others. Your father did know my background; we had met at Lady Penelope's New Year's Eve party. I was better known than the others."
He stared at this small angry looking young woman, tears threatening to fall from under her long lashes, and something inside him rose up in protest. He folded his arms and straighened.
"Hey!" When she turned her startled attention to him, he continued. "Listen to me, Kat, and listen good. You're not here to work on the Thunderbirds. You're here to repair and maintain the boats and planes and maybe some of the other equipment. If you think it's wrong that we didn't tell you before, think about this. Dianne, my stepmom, a physician who is sworn by various oaths to keep quiet on medical matters, wasn't told for six weeks after she moved to the island. Six. Weeks. She only found out because I got injured and she had to operate on me. Boy, was she ever hopping mad, and she had a right to be because she had children to think of."
"Dianne's mom, Grandma Parkhurst, who I think you haven't met yet, wasn't told for a long time after her first visit. We hid IR's existence from her... or so we thought." He huffed out a chuckle. "Turned out she'd found out on her own but kept it a secret." He unfolded his arms, spreading his hands palms up. "Hell, my dad has friends he hasn't told! Even Dianne's uncle, a man Dad has known for years, doesn't know about IR!"
He went over to her and held her arms and looked down at her. "The fact is, if we're not telling family members -- some of whom we've known far, far longer than you -- when they visit, why should we tell you?"
He jerked his head toward the balcony. "The others? They're here to work for IR. Their positions with the family or with the company are mostly cover stories. They had a right to know what they were getting into. Our telling you at all has to do with fairness and convenience. It's easier for you to know -- no matter when -- than for us to keep hiding it." He paused, giving her a chance to speak. The pause lengthened, then he spoke again. "If it's any consolation, Dad insisted on a tour as soon as you arrived, as a way of apologizing for not letting you know sooner."
Again there was a long silence. Kat turned away once more to look at the ocean. Yes, she was annoyed that she hadn't been told at her interview like the others had, but on the other hand, she had been accepted. Lady Penelope's hands, to a certain extent, had been tied, and she had gone out of her way to recommend her and help her with furnishings for the apartment. The others seemed nice and friendly. And, as much as she hated to admit it, she could understand the reasoning behind Mr. Tracy's decision. She glanced back at John, who was looking at her expectantly. Yes, I think I should like to stay. I would like to be friends with them all, but particularly John.
She turned back to where he was standing, watching her. Looking up at him with the beginnings of a smile, she said, "Did you say that I would be given a tour? Then let's get going."
John breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Then you will stay?"
"Yes, I will stay, but please no more secrets."
John nodded. "I think we can agree to that." He offered his arm. "So, let's get on with the tour."
They took the elevator down to the vestibule but instead of heading back out through the common areas to the patio, John took her out through the door at the end of the small waiting area. It opened up into a huge room. Kat gasped at the size of it.
"This is Thunderbird Two's hangar. It's not here right now because it's out on a rescue." Kat couldn't help but hear the worry in John's voice.
"Which of your brothers are on the mission?" she asked softly.
"Scott, and Virgil. Mom went along, too. Brains is holding down the command desk," he explained, his tone distracted.
"It sounds serious," Kat said, looking at him keenly.
"It is serious. It's always serious," John replied. He squared his shoulders and showed her to a monorail car.
"This monorail line is a branch off the main monorail, but a direct access to the lift that will take us up to the Villa. We'll follow the monorail down here first and then go up to the Villa later," he explained as the car took them through a small tunnel into the pod bay. "Here are the pods that Thunderbird Two uses to carry the auxiliary equipment as well as Thunderbirds Four and Seven. Pod Five is gone right now, as is the Mole. Brains may want to familiarize you with the auxiliary equipment later."
"It's so big and impressive!" Kat exclaimed. They came to the junction with the main monorail and John maneuvered the car onto it.
"I'll have to show you the planes later. They're kept in a wing off to the opposite side of Thunderbird Two's hangar from the pod bay."
The monorail made its way around a bend and began to climb. As they passed a large door and a set of stairs, John said, "That's the entrance to the lab, Brains's domain. It's a huge place and it has a repair bay for the auxiliary machines and the smaller Thunderbirds. You'll be spending quite a bit of time there."
"I'm looking forward to that," Kat said, her voice showing her excitement.
The monorail continued upwards and as it turned a corner, Kat could see a well-lighted building sitting back within a cavern. "What's that?" she asked.
"Our power plant. Runs the whole complex," John explained quickly. "The sewage treatment plant is beyond it in the lava tubes. The water desalination plant is beyond the lab. We used the lava tubes from this extinct volcano as much as we could. Saved a lot of excavation."
"That sounds sensible," Kat commented as the monorail entered a short, well-lit tunnel.
The tunnel opened up into another huge room, empty of any large pieces of equipment but impressive nonetheless. John smiled.
"This is Thunderbird One's launch bay. See that large opening over there? It's the bottom of a ramp to Thunderbird One's hangar. An automatic system brings the rocket plane down from there once Scott's on board. But you'll never guess what's above us."
Kat looked out the window of the monorail and looked upwards towards the roof. She came back in and gave John a puzzled look. "I don't know. What's above us?"
"The swimming pool," John said with a grin.
Kat gasped, then began to laugh. "You are joking!"
"No, I'm not. When Thunderbird One takes off, the pool draws aside and makes an opening for it."
Kat continued to laugh, "I won't believe it until I see it!" John joined her in her laughter.
The monorail continued through Thunderbird One's hangar, where John pointed out the light sconces high up on the one wall and told Kat where they led. She shook her head; it was all so hard to believe.
"Now, at the next stop, we get out and let you take a look at some of the vehicles you'll be working on at first," John told her. The little car came out into a large cavern that smelled of the sea. It was well lit, as everything else had been.
"Oh, my!" Kat breathed, "These are awesome!"
Kat looked at the seaplane, gently bobbing on the swell, at the boats moored alongside. "I shall have to help with these?" she asked incredulously. John nodded.
"This will be your domain. Or at least part of it."
She excitedly plied John with question after question, about the boats, asking some very technical questions that impressed him. Well, sounds like she really knows what she's doing, he thought to himself.
After she had looked at each and every boat, including the yacht, and had a good look at the seaplane, John coaxed her back into the monorail. "We need to finish our tour," he reminded her.
"Oh, yes! Of course," she said, blushing at being caught by her excitement over the boat pen. They got back into the monorail and headed along. There was a branch in the railway and John took it. The tunnel opened up to a large silo.
"This is Thunderbird Three," John said with a modicum of pride. "Our one space-going craft. Allows us to do rescues in space and on the moon and is our link to Thunderbird Five, our space station."
"Will I get to see Thunderbird Five some time?" Kat asked, looking with interest at the red rocket ship.
"Maybe. Depends on what Dad has in store for everyone."
They made one circuit around the silo and John explained that they were below the Round House and that the rocket ship entered and exited the launch pad through the center of the guest house. Kat laughed at that, too, but then wondered aloud how guests weren't alerted to the departure of the space ship when the building was occupied.
"When there are people here who don't know about IR, we go into Operation: Cover Up," John explained. "It was really tough at Dad and Dianne's wedding because there were so many guests. All of us prayed for days that there would be no emergencies then. Someone must have heard us because there were no emergency calls until after the guests were gone."
The monorail car now went back out into the tunnel and came out at the far end of the pod bay. Kat's face became thoughtful as they passed by the auxiliary equipment and the pods.
"You've told me about Thunderbirds One through Five, and a little about Thunderbird Seven. Where and what is Thunderbird Six?"
John laughed. "Thunderbird Six is a rebuilt Tiger Moth biplane. We use it if we need to put something lightweight on another flying vehicle. It's Brains's pride and joy, and the one Thunderbird you can count on maintaining."
"A Tiger Moth? I've heard of them, but have never seen one. I'll be interested to see it."
John maneuvered the monorail just past the connection to the Cliff House and the lift and stopped at the entrance to Thunderbird Two's bay. They took the lift down, and had made it to the floor when the cliff door began to open. John took Kat by the wrist and ran for the jet bay, pulling her along behind him. Her eyes widened as she saw Thunderbird Two back into its position.
"Wow!" she shouted over the noise of the engines. They suddenly cut off, and there was quiet again. John looked back at her wide-eyed stare and grinned.
"Impressive, isn't it? Scott must be late getting back or else he probably would have been in the launch bay or hangar when we went through." John tugged her arm. "Come on. Let me introduce you to the planes."
John led Kat to where the family planes and jets were. Again she asked many questions, and again he was impressed by her knowledge and obvious ability. I think Dad made the right decision in recruiting her, he thought to himself.
Kat turned to John. "This is going to take a lot of getting used to."
"I know. But I think you're up to the challenge," John assured her. His watch telecomm went off and Grandma's picture appeared.
"The boys and Dianne are back and it's time for some supper. You and Kat come on up to the dining room now."
"Yes, Grandma," John said, rolling his eyes a bit. He grinned and he and Kat walked across the hangar bay to the lift and up to the monorail.
"Maybe you can show me the stars, some night. I know most of the constellations in the Northern Hemisphere, but I'd like to know all about the ones in the Southern Hemisphere," Kat asked as they took the second lift to the Villa proper. John agreed that he would show her.
After dinner, Kat went back to her apartment and John walked down to the pool. Cherry climbed out of the pool and flopped down beside her elder brother. "Well, how did Kat take the news?"
"She was shocked and upset, and for a moment I thought she was going to demand to be taken back home. But after I explained a few home truths to her and she recovered from the shock she decided to stay." He paused, then added, "And I for one am glad she is staying, I think she is very nice and would make a good member of the team."
"Oooooooh," Cherry said, and laughed, then added, "I am glad she has decided to stay, too. Now I have someone else, other than the grandmas and my brothers, that I'm taller than."
"Yeah, but I'm taller, and bigger, and stronger than you, and for that crack, little sister, I'm going to dunk you in the pool!" John cried as he swiftly grabbed Cherry around the waist and, dragging her kicking and screaming, threw her into the pool.
Post by Tikatu and Tawnyangel22 on 29/06/2004
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Mon, 23 July 2012 19:07 |
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The apartment was big; that was for sure. Dominic let his eyes roam around his new home with a combination of shock and awe. International Rescue went all out on their recruits, it seemed. He ran his fingers over the bare surfaces and felt elation build up in his chest. It was a blank canvas. At last, he would be able to decorate a place to his tastes, not his mother's, or his roommate's. His. A keening sound brought his attention back into the first bedroom; Joshua, despite being tired from the long journey, was now awake.
"Alright, big fella?" Dom said as he sat down on the bed.
Joshua reached out for his father, and Dominic obliged, picking the child up.
"Shall we go explore, Jak? I think we should."
They both glanced around at their surroundings with wide eyes, and Dominic encouraged Joshua's babbling as they went. They reached what Grandma had termed the Villa via the monorail and a lift, and Dom walked slowly into the largest room, whistling at the beautiful décor. He grinned as he spotted the piano in the corner.
"That's something you won't be going near, I promise you," he said to Joshua. "I can see it now: me losing this job because you got jam handprints all over what looks like a very expensive piano."
The child began squirming, and Dominic took this as an indication he wanted down from his arms. He toddled about the room, pointing and naming various objects. Dominic followed close behind. His ears perked up as the sound of powerful jet engines came from the distance, eventually roaring somewhere out of his vision before stopping altogether. I'll bet that's one of those Thunderbird craft, he thought.
"Dominic?" Grandma appeared in the doorway. "It's time for some supper. Come on down to the dining room."
Joshua walked over to the elderly woman and stared up at her. Before long, he was reaching up, and she chuckled as she obliged and picked him up.
"Gramma," he said.
"Smart kid." Emily said. "You can call me Gramma all you want." She grinned at Dominic. "I've been looking after kids for nigh on fifty years. And I can't get enough of them."
"I was never a kid person myself till this little fella came along," Dominic admitted. "But now, I love 'em."
Emily nodded, and then brushed some of Joshua's bright blond hair from his eyes.
"Well now, let's see what Gramma can get for you then, hmm?"
Dominic shook his head and grinned as he followed her down to the dining room.
Post by ArtisticRainey on 29/06/2004
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Date: Saturday, February 25th, Time: 8 p.m., Place: Tracy Island
"Mmmmm," Dianne moaned as her mother rubbed and massaged her shoulders. "That feels good."
"You're very tense, Di." Lisa Parkhurst's thumbs rubbed over a particularly knotty muscle, smoothing it down into relaxation. "How did the rescue go?"
"Pretty well. Mine collapse outside of Kiev. Ten people missing. We pulled out six survivors and four bodies," Dianne explained as she rolled her shoulders then let her mother move in again to massage more. "I'm glad we found them all and quickly, too. Virgil was really tired from all the extra work the boys put in to finish the monorail extension." She smiled. "Maybe you should offer him your services as a masseuse."
"Perhaps I will," Lisa said off-handedly.
"Are the new recruits settling in?"
"Seem to be. No loud arguments about the accommodations. I think they're still all awestruck."
"Probably. Did John tell Kat?"
"Yes, he did. Took her on the tour. Cherry passed on the word that Kat's staying."
"Good. We need her."
The two women were silent for a while as Lisa continued to erase the tension from her daughter's shoulders.
"When is Jeff due back?"
"Sometime tomorrow, I hope. It's still Friday in the States, I think. This time zone and International Date Line stuff is hard to keep track of."
Lisa chuckled. "You're telling me? I'm always just about to pick up the phone when suddenly I have to stop and think: what time is it there and is it tomorrow yet?"
The two women laughed. Dianne turned to her mother.
"I see you've already buzzed the boys' hair."
"Yes, I have. Sometimes, I think that the only reason you haul me out here is to cut and style the family's hair."
"What? What makes you think that? You've got a beau out here, or don't you remember?"
"I remember. That's why I said, 'Sometimes'."
They laughed together again and Dianne got up from the sitting room sofa.
"I think a soak in the Jacuzzi is in order. Oh, I can hardly wait for tomorrow."
Lisa reached out and embraced her daughter. "I know. He'll be home as soon as he can, Dianne."
"Yes, he will. It's just hard to wait when I miss him so."
Lisa headed for the door. "I think that I'll check in on Virgil and Scott and see if they could use some loosening up. Goodnight, Dianne."
"Goodnight, Ma," Dianne said as she headed for her bathroom and the soothing Jacuzzi.
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Christopher passed through the lounge, Asterix sniffing at things and mewing. They came out into early evening sunshine.
Cherry had come back out on the patio, still damp from being dunked in the pool. She spotted Christopher and more importantly, the cat in his arms.
"Oooh, what a cute kitty!" she cooed, walking up to Christopher. "Is it a he or a she? What's its name?"
"His name is Asterix," Christopher said, "and he's a little nervous." Asterix craned his neck to sniff at Cherry and mewed.
"Would you like to hold him?" Christopher smiled, "Just be a little careful."
"Oooh, I'd love to!" Cherry said, carefully taking him from Christopher's grasp and holding the cat close, stroking his head.
"Oh, what a sweetie!" she gushed. She turned to her brothers, who were playing on the fort down at the ground level. "Hey, guys! Come see the kitty!" Alex and Tyler immediately abandoned their play and stormed up the stairs to their sister.
Christopher smiled and walked down to the table at the side of the pool. He smiled at the assembled people there.
"He'll be fine," he said before sitting down. "He seems to get on well with children."
"Looks like," Scott said, sipping a cold drink. "Is he litter box trained?"
"He is very well trained." Christopher bristled slightly. "He's a good boy. I'll keep him in my rooms," he said, "but he does get out sometimes."
"Just as long as he's mainly a house cat," Scott replied. "Wouldn't want him to get stuck somewhere in the complex where he couldn't get out."
"Or run into something dangerous to him," added John.
"I understand." Christopher relaxed. "Thank you for being so understanding. I was worried about how he would acclimatise to a new environment. And how I would acclimatise too." Christopher smiled. "I'm liking it so far."
Scott smiled back. "We're glad you like the apartments."
"I don't think Asterix likes Brandon much though," Christopher chuckled, looking around. "Where is Tin-Tin?"
"I think Brains hauled her off to the lab for some more design work. She's working on a new uniform fabric and is close to a breakthrough," John explained.
"I'd like to catch up with her again," Christopher said. "We had a good chat on the plane the last time."
"I'm impressed with Brains, too," he continued, "Extraordinary mind."
"Yep. We wouldn't have our Thunderbirds without him," Scott said, stretching.
"May I have a drink please?" Christopher asked. "And could I have some water for Asterix too?"
"Sure. Will lemonade do? I've got a pitcher of it over here," John offered. He called into his telecomm. "Cherry? Can one of you three get a bowl of water for Asterix the cat? And I think you'd better return him to Mr. Jordan now, too."
"FAB," came Cherry's disappointed voice. "I'll get the water. Ty is coming down with the kitty now."
Tyler came carefully down the stairs, holding tightly onto Asterix so the cat couldn't wriggle out of his grasp. "Here he is, Mr. Jordan. He's really cute!"
"I'm sure that your Mum and Dad will let you look after him every so often," Christopher said as he took Asterix from Tyler. "He knows he's cute, he uses that to his advantage every time."
Scott reached out a hand to try and stroke the cat, but Asterix hissed and swatted out with a claw-filled paw.
"Feisty little devil, isn't he?"
"I'd give it time." Christopher calmed the cat down. "I got him from a rescue home when he was about a few months old, abandoned by his Mum. He's still a little wild." Christopher tickled behind Asterix's ears, then swigged from his glass.
"Hmm. I just hope he's not so feisty around Dominic's little one. Kids Joshua's age tend to think that 'kitty' equals 'toy', and act accordingly," John commented. He looked up to see Cherry carefully carrying a small bowl of water down the steps to the pool.
"He'll love little Joshua," Christopher said, grinning. "You'll see. My next-door neighbour had a little baby girl who loved him. And thank you, Cherry." Christopher smiled at the girl. "He'll love you even more for that."
"You're welcome, Mr. Jordan," Cherry replied. She looked up to see Lisa coming out to the pool.
"Hi, Grandma P," she said. "Look, Mr. Jordan has a kitty! His name is Asterix."
"Hello again." Christopher smiled as Asterix began lapping up the water. "Forgive his rudeness but he is rather thirsty."
"He's a cute one," Lisa said simply. She walked behind Scott and began to rub his shoulders. He turned around and gave her a strange look.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this massage?" he asked.
"You and Dianne and Virgil all went out on that rescue today and probably need some loosening up," she replied.
"Oh. Then by all mean, Grandma, loosen away!" Scott said with a grin.
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February 25th, New York City
The rain had turned to drizzle, causing a fine mist to descend over the city. Low grey clouds made the morning seem even more miserable and the chill of the wind up on the helipad of Tracy Industries was not helping Elise feel any warmer. She had been up there for 45 minutes, going over her boss's private helijet with kid gloves. She had already flown it from the fleet hangar at Kennedy Airport, and felt as nervous as a rookie pilot doing so! This was an exceptional chopper! The sleek design of the frame and advanced high-tech interior and engine made it one of a kind. It's rich black color and silver TI logo distinguished it from any other of its kind. Pulling her jacket closer to her, she went into the pilot's ready room and poured a cup of coffee. She had just started to sip it, when Jeff, wrapped up equally warm, entered the room.
"I'd say Good Morning, but judging by the weather, I don't think it is."
Elise smiled at him. "I agree Mr. Tracy. Let's hope any storms that Doppler has indicated along the Eastern seaboard hold off until we get back."
Making their way to the chopper they quickly boarded and settled in. Jeff handed Elise the flight plans and they discussed briefly where they would land once they reached the area he wanted to look at.
"Are you sure this is where you want to go?" Elise asked, feeling a little uneasy.
"Yes Elise, Black Mountain has some prime property located on it and my sources tell me it's just what I've been looking for."
"Okay then! Let's go." She called local air traffic control, was given clearance, and took off into the drizzle and mist.
Flying north-northeast, Elise made sure she kept a close eye on the weather conditions. Jeff was in the back passenger seats where he had enough room to spread out some paperwork he had brought along to work on. The further north they went, the harder it had started to rain.
"Mr. Tracy, sir?" He glanced up from his reading.
"Yes, Elise, what is it?"
"Just want to let you know we are about 35 minutes from landing."
"Thank you, Elise. Would you please let me know when you're ready to put down?"
"Yes sir," came the reply. It was a little difficult to see the landing site, which was nestled amongst the trees of Black Mountain, but it was big enough to land on without a problem. Mainly used for emergencies, the helipad also served as a base for the owners of the cabins to land at. Most of the homes were located further up the mountain. Jeff had arranged for an SUV to be waiting for him and it was there, ready with keys in the ignition. Turning to Elise, Jeff spoke. "Elise, I would like you to accompany me, as I need a woman's opinion on this!"
Elise shot him a look of surprise. "Really?"
"Yes, really. You see, I plan on buying my wife a hideaway cabin as a late Valentine's Day gift. Somewhere just the two of us can escape to. But I want her to feel at home here, make it her home, actually, which is where you come in. Being female, I thought you'd give me an honest opinion about the place."
He looked sincerely at Elise and she simply answered, "I'll do my best, Mr. Tracy."
She climbed into the passenger side of the vehicle and Jeff took command of the driver seat. It was mid-morning when they set off.
Post by FrankieCTB2 on 01/07/2004
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Date: Sunday, February 26, 2068; Time 7 a.m.; Place: Tracy Island
Dianne reached for the vidphone in her sitting room. She was wearing her favorite satin chemise, and only that, and sat with her feet drawn up on the overstuffed chair. She dialed a number she knew very well.
It's 2 in the afternoon on Saturday, she thought as she dialed. He should be finished with lunch and be ready for a surprise call.
The vidphone in New York rang and rang, until finally the automatic answering service picked up. Jeff's face, slightly smiling, appeared and his deep voice rang out.
"You've reached my private penthouse number, but unfortunately, I'm not at home. I'm not here either. Sorry about that. Leave me a message and I will get back to you just as soon as I get in. And if it's you, my sweet Dianne, even sooner. Have a good day!"
Dianne mock-pouted as she left her message. "Now, my love, I thought for certain you'd be at the penthouse just pining away for me. But then, maybe you found a way to get home to me even sooner than I expect you to. That would be a wonderful surprise! In any case, I miss you more than words can say and I'll try back in a few hours. After I shower.... sliding my chemise over my head or maybe dropping it on the floor... or I could take a bubble bath in the Jacuzzi with that jasmine vanilla you like so much... then there's drying off... and choosing my clothes... and putting them on... just a little something for your imagination to work with, dearest. Love you more than life. Bye-bye." She smiled a sultry smile and gave him a tiny wave before she disconnected the call.
She showered (that being the speedier alternative) and dressed and padded out barefoot to get some breakfast. Scott was at the table, reading the sports pages. Kyrano asked her what she would like.
"Two poached eggs on buttered wheat toast and an orange juice, please, Kyrano." The retainer smiled and went to make her breakfast. She poured herself a cup of coffee, added a goodly dollop of her favorite flavored creamer, and sat down at the table.
"Have you heard from your father, Scott?" she asked. "I called a little bit ago and he wasn't at the penthouse. I thought maybe he'd left a message earlier."
Scott didn't even put down his paper. "No, Mom. No message." Dianne looked up as Nikki came into the dining room, looking rather sleepy and confused.
"Am I supposed to come here for meals, or should I prepare my own in my apartment? That wasn't made too clear the other day," she asked bluntly. Dianne smiled and indicated that the young woman should sit next to her.
"Well, that depends on what you'd like to do. If you would like, you can eat your meals either wholly here, or you can eat some meals in your apartment and some here, or you can eat your meals wholly in your apartment. It's up to you. Whatever you do, for lunch and dinner, tell Kyrano if you will be there so he'll make enough. And for breakfast, try and come down before say, 8:30 on regular days so he knows you've eaten. On days where we have rescues, expect to debrief around the table and probably eat your meals at the oddest hours." Dianne smiled as Kyrano brought her breakfast out. He turned to Nikki.
"Ms. Jackson, what would you like for breakfast?"
Nikki was unaccustomed to such service, but she shyly told Kyrano what she wanted. He nodded and left, after pointing out the coffee and tea dispensers on the sideboard.
Scott folded up his paper and smiled at Nikki. "Mom, I think I'll check with the hangar at La Guardia. See if Dad caught a corporate jet out. He might need to be picked up in LA or something."
"Good idea, Scott," Dianne said, swallowing her mouthful of egg and toast. "Check with the security service, too, and see if he went out today. I'm curious where he might have gone."
"Trying to deduce if he bought you a gift?" Scott asked cheekily.
Dianne rolled her eyes. "Go on with you now," she said, making a shooing motion. Scott laughed and headed upstairs.
First, he called Flight Control at the Tracy building, but no one answered. Then the hangar at La Guardia.
"No, Mr. Scott. Mr. Tracy didn't fly out of here today. Though his private helijet was taken up to the helipad this morning." Saul Rabinowitz, the hangar supervisor told him. "I hope he didn't fly out today; there's a nasty blizzard coming our way from the northeast."
"Thanks, Saul. Please let me know if you hear from him."
"Sure thing, Mr. Scott."
Scott sat down and made his last phone call; to the security people to see if Jeff had gone out and about in a limo. No, they said, Mr. Tracy didn't order the limo this morning. The oldest Tracy son sat back in his father's chair and tapped a stylus on his chin. I wonder where he is? I hope he didn't go flying today; that blizzard sounds like bad news. If I don't hear from him in the next couple of hours, maybe I'll check with Alan and see if he can find Dad's telecomm signal.
Post by Tikatu on 01/07/2004
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Mon, 23 July 2012 19:25 |
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Black Mountain, New Hampshire,
It was still raining when the vehicle carrying Jeff and Elise pulled onto the private roadway leading to the cabin. The main road up the mountain hadn't been too difficult, but this smaller road took a little more navigation.
When the cabin came into sight Elise saw it first and exclaimed, "Oh, it's gorgeous!"
Jeff looked out of the window and smiled as he put the SUV into park, and they both walked towards the cabin. The property was listed as a Maine Cottage. A-framed in shape, it was nestled among tall evergreens and had a built-on lookout deck. Unlocking the door with the keys the realtor had given him, Jeff allowed Elise to enter first. She gave a low whistle upon stepping into the foyer. The cabin was built from knotty pine and had a huge fieldstone fireplace in the main living area. Hardwood floors and floor to ceiling windows gave the cabin a spacious feel. Jeff looked around slowly, occasionally jotting down a note or two. Elise found the kitchen and was impressed by the very modern conveniences. The cabin had every comfort one would need! The two of them spent a good hour nosing around and admiring the breathtaking view from the deck.
"So, Ms. Collins, what do you think? I want an honest opinion now."
She looked over at him, thinking how much his stance and tone was very much like Scott's. "Well... I think it's absolutely perfect! I think your wife will adore this place."
Jeff smiled and agreed with her. "I think you may be right, and I hope she adores me just as much when I bring her here!"
Elise laughed out loud. "What are you laughing about?" Jeff asked casually.
"You sound just like Scott!"
He looked at her in playful astonishment "You can't be serious! My son acting just like me...never!"
Elise smiled. She liked Mr. Tracy, and could see where Scott had inherited his finer points. Her boss seemed to genuinely care about his employees and treated them very personably, and she felt quite honored that he valued her opinion on such an important decision. Noticing the time, she mentioned that they had better start heading back to the chopper. Jeff had earlier told her he wanted to be back in New York so that he could vid-phone home. The trip down the mountain was uneventful and all too soon they were lifting off to return home.
Jeff was already signing the purchase agreement when Elise lifted off. "Mr. Tracy? Weather station just radioed in -- strong winds are possible along with a thunderstorm cell off to the west. I'll keep my eye on it, but you may want to put your seatbelt on, if you haven't already done so, sir." She didn't look back, but spoke through the headphones that connected to the rear cabin speakers.
"Thank you, Elise. Will do," Jeff replied as he glanced out of the window, observing the changing clouds. He really wanted to be back In New York on time; he knew his family and his beloved wife would be waiting for his call. The thought of Dianne brought a soft smile to his face. Boy! How he'd missed her. Missed her smile, her touch, her kiss. He couldn't wait to show her the cabin. He hoped that they would be able to get away soon. Just the thought of the two of them alone in the cabin made his body stir and, suddenly, he couldn't wait to get home.
While Jeff was lost in thought, Elise's mind was as sharp as a tack. Her eyes traveled expertly over the instrument panel, reading wind speeds, fuel consumption, and height. The wind speed had picked up, but the chopper was handling it with ease. The controls felt light in her hands as she maneuvered them accordingly and the aircraft responded. As they flew southwards, the storm cell from the west was rapidly approaching. The rain had started and air traffic control had advised them to change course slightly. Elise did so, all the while relaying information back to Jeff. She was used to flying in bad weather and had many times successfully landed without problems after navigating storms, so she wasn't worried. Twenty-five minutes later, she was.
Post by FrankieCTB2 on 01/07/2004
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Mon, 23 July 2012 19:34 |
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Elise had never seen anything like it in all of her years as a pilot. The ominous storm had gained speed, strength and power and loomed directly ahead. Scanning the latest weather report on the instrument panel, Elise drew in a sharp breath.
Jeff heard it, "What's wrong Elise?"
She answered him without turning round, "It seems that storm straight ahead is the front of a severe ice storm, possible heavy snow also. I'm afraid we may be in for a rough ride. Wind speed is outrageous; I've never seen anything this bad."
"Is there any way we can avoid it?" he asked. The pilot in him was already thinking ahead.
"I've thought about it, but this thing is too big and moving too fast, we'd be caught in it no matter what we do. I can try to gain altitude to fly above the brunt of it, but it's not going to be easy. Even with this top-of-the-line baby, it's going to be rough."
This time, she turned briefly to look at him as she spoke. Jeff caught her eyes and the look of doubt and worry in them. He trusted her flying skills, but still felt the need to ask if she needed help up front. She'd told him no thanks, and He had accepted that. It didn't stop him from worrying though, as he looked out at what was now, dark, menacing swirling grey masses of clouds.
Suddenly, the chopper veered to the left and lost altitude, momentarily stunning its occupants. Elise quickly regained control, feeling the blades rotate with more difficulty. What had started as rain now became ice, and the tapping nose it made on the aircraft became louder. The roar of the winds magnified the sound to deafening. Jeff had yelled something to Elise, but she couldn't understand him. Even with the high-tech headsets, their voices were drowned out by the elements outside.
The weather became more severe as Elise tried to gain more altitude. It wasn't long before they were flying into the thick of it. The ice had turned to snow and the raging winds showed no sign of slowing; causing the snow to became one gigantic blizzard.
Jeff Tracy was really starting to worry. He had never seen a storm like this. It seemed to have just reared up out of nowhere and descended on them faster than they had anticipated. He thought back to his conversation with Dianne the other day, when they had 'discussed' what they had planned to do when he got home. That thought made him realize that Dianne, along with his sons, knew nothing of this trip to New Hampshire. He knew they'd be upset at not being advised of his whereabouts, but he hadn't given thought to horrendous weather either. He briefly pondered calling them as International Rescue, but Elise would hear and then he'd have a lot of explaining to do. All he could hope for at this point was that Ms. Collins would get them back to New York safely and then he would call home.
While this was all going through Jeff's mind, Elise had plenty of thoughts of her own keeping her busy. Her military training had kicked in, and she was keeping a level head and professional stance while trying to figure a way out of the storm. But her cool demeanor was fading fast. Warning indicators on the instrumentation panel flashed constantly, and it seemed no matter what she did, it made no difference. The warning lights continued.
She was now almost flying by instruments only as outside was nothing but a sea of white. The wind speed was constant and the ice had stopped, but the snow was blinding.
Elise started to double-check her altitude and directional gauges. Something didn't feel right, so she adjusted her elevation by a few degrees. They were still heading south, she was sure of it, but glancing again at the computerized compass readings showed them heading northwest. What the... ? Elise was finding it hard to believe that such a sophisticated, intricate system would compute such an error.
"Mr. Tracy?"
"What is it Elise?"
"I'm not sure, but I think we may have a computer malfunction in the directional gauges, sir."
"Are you sure?" Jeff frowned. He knew this ship inside out; Brains and he had designed it together and the computers had the most up to date technology available. They weren't meant to malfunction. It just wasn't possible.
"Yes, sir, we're heading south, and the gauges are reading northwest. I haven't changed direction."
Elise still had to shout somewhat through the headset as the noise level from the winds still made normal speech impossible. Jeff looked out of the window, it seemed as if they were hovering and not flying and he knew a blizzard whiteout could cause havoc with a pilot's senses.
"Elise, I'm coming up there to help. I can check the computers while you continue to fly."
Jeff unfastened his seat belt and started forward just as the chopper started to lurch and shudder.
"NO! Mr. Tracy, stay where you are! The winds have picked up again. It's too dangerous for you to move around!"
Elise was practically screaming at him, she was not only worried about his safety, but hers and the chopper's also. Her arms ached from trying to steady the craft and fight the winds, which were becoming increasingly stronger again.
"Have you contacted Air Traffic Control recently?" yelled Jeff as he was making his way forward.
"Yes, but radio signals are not getting through! I've sent over a dozen on all available wave strengths and can't get a fix!" Jeff heard the frustration in her voice and knew without radio contact, their situation could be disastrous.
"I've never seen a storm like this before Mr. Tracy; I'm doing the best... Ohmigod!"
Her sentence was cut short as the chopper was suddenly lifted and thrown completely sideways. A pilot's worse nightmare had just come true for Elise. Jeff knew immediately what had happened ... wind shear. The force of the winds against the air current had shifted and caused a crosswind, which suddenly changed direction, throwing off course whatever was in its path. Wind shear had been known to overturn a commercial passenger airliner in the last century, causing catastrophic results.
I've got to get to the controls! was the last conscious thought Jeff Tracy had as he tried in vain to reach the co-pilot's seat. The chopper fell like a dead bird and slammed into the side of a mountain with a sickening thud. There was no explosion, no fire. The chemical compounds that made up the exterior fuselage and engine components were specifically designed not to explode into flames upon impact. But that didn't prevent the craft from crumpling up. The distorted wreckage lay silent in the snow as the unforgiving storm raged on showing no mercy to its victims.
Post by FrankieCTB2 on 01/07/2004
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Mon, 23 July 2012 19:40 |
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The dull throbbing pain that had seemed so distant was now annoying her to the point of waking her up.
Why am I hurting like this? And where are my covers? It's so cold in here.
Elise's eyes slowly opened to a fading light. Unsure of her surroundings, she became confused. Trying to focus was one thing, but trying to do it while your face was throbbing was another. She started to reach for covers that weren't there, and caused pain to shoot through her side. Cursing under her breath she was now able to establish that her room was in fact the interior of a helicopter. She looked around, not seeing much as the fading light was beginning to cloud everything in darkness. Slowly moving her hands, she realised how cold she was; her fingers felt numb and now that she was awake, she had started to shiver. She had slumped against the side of the fuselage upon impact, still wearing her seat belt. She tried to pull herself up, wincing as more pain radiated through her right side.
The earlier events of that day started to trickle back into her brain. Suddenly, she remembered she had a passenger on board.
"Mr. Tracy? Are you there? Mr. Tracy?"
Struggling to pull up, she managed to undo her seat belt and lean forward enough to get her legs under her. The rear of the cabin was silent. She slowly started to make her way back towards where Jeff was supposed to have been sitting. Every breath she took was becoming increasingly difficult. The descending, cold night air was burning in her lungs and intensified the pain she felt. Realising she might have broken ribs, or worse, Elise stopped to rest for a few seconds. She needed to get to Jeff, make sure he was all right and then needed to call for help. It was then she thought about the emergency kit. Stowed in a cupboard between the pilot's seat and the first of the passenger seats, the kit had medical supplies, thermal blankets, and a flashlight.
Elise crawled slowly over the wrecked interior of the chopper until she located the cupboard. Feeling around in the dark was no fun but she managed to pull the kit free, along with the blankets. Pulling it open, she found the flashlight and said an immediate prayer of thanks because it illuminated the entire cabin. Looking around she saw an entire seat section and part of an outside door wedged into the far side of the fuselage. Underneath that was the body of Jeff Tracy.
Oh God... he can't be... no... He can't... Mumbling to herself between painful breaths, Elise scrambled as best she could over to where her boss lay unmoving.
Fumbling with numb fingers, she reached under the seat to grab his hand, feeling for a pulse. Her hand hit his watch as she moved her fingers around and finally she located one, weak but steady. She knew she wouldn't be able to move the door, and her survival training told her she needed to leave the patient be and stabilize him as best as possible.
Sounds great in theory. she thought to herself, but I've never actually had to practice it until now.
Gently calling his name and getting no response, she leaned over and saw how grave he looked.
"Oh damn, he's really in a bad way."
Holding the flashlight upon his face, Elise saw how cold and stone grey in color he was. Dried blood had formed on the right side of his temple and down his face. His breathing, or what she could make of it, was shallow. His lips were blue. Frantically grabbing for the thermal blankets she hastily shoved them under the door and working without looking, she wrapped him with them, making them as snug as possible. They were designed to immediately start giving off heat when the material came into contact with a live body. It wasn't much, but hopefully it would help him. Elise then found the jacket that he'd taken off and folded it around his head. She didn't want to move anything in case of a spinal injury, but thought it might help him.
"Mr. Tracy? Can you hear me? Wake up!" It's so damn cold in here! Her shivering continued and her hands were now feeling the effects of the cold. Radio...I've got to call for help!
All she could now think about was heading back over the wreckage towards the control panel. Her lungs burning, her side aching, she all but passed out before she made it back to her seat. Struggling for each breath, she lifted the radio microphone and spoke,
"Mayday! Mayday! This is Tracy Chopper One, we're down, need help, over?"
Static was her reply. "Mayday! Tracy Chopper One down, need immediate help, over?"
More static. Closing her eyes, Elise prayed that someone out there knew they had gone down. Trying again, she spoke into the radio,
"Mayday! Mayday! We are critical! Need help!"
It was no use, no strength of signal could be transmitted and deep down, Elise knew it. It didn't stop her from one more try though.
"Mayday! Please someone help us!"
The last was more of a plea than a standard call for rescue. Dropping the radio she looked over at Jeff. He hadn't moved.
"Please don't die, Mr. Tracy, please don't die." Elise leaned back and breathed painfully slow breaths and closed her eyes. She just needed a few minutes rest.
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Alan Tracy was bored. His feet planted on the table and the rest of him leaning back in a chair, he was killing time by flipping through one of the numerous car-racing magazines he'd brought up to Thunderbird 5 with him. He could hear the monitors in the background humming along and picking up transmissions. Nothing of importance had come across in quite a while. He had just reached the pages of luscious models draping their forms all over various sports cars, when he heard the automatic locator go off. Jumping up, magazine momentarily forgotten, Alan noticed that it was an emergency locator signal.
"That's odd, a distress call from...Dad? What's up with that?" He continued to monitor it for a few moments, noticing that the signal was stable and not moving in any direction. No other signals were transmitting.
"I'd better call Scott."
Scott and Dianne were in the lounge once more, trying not to look anxious about Jeff missing his call home, but each knowing the other was worried. Alan's portrait started flashing, causing Dianne, who'd been standing by the window, to whirl round. Scott's eyes immediately flew to the portrait.
"Thunderbird 5 calling Base."
"Go ahead Alan! What have you got?"
"I'm not sure, Scott. The automatic locator picked up an emergency distress signal." Scott and Dianne exchanged worried glances.
"Go on, Alan," encouraged Scott.
"Well, I'm not sure, but it seems it's Dad's signal. Isn't he on his way home yet?"
"No, not yet."
Alan knew something was wrong by the look on his brother's face. "Scott, have you heard from Dad? Did he call yet?"
Alan was starting to worry now, and it was Dianne who answered his question.
"No, Alan, we haven't heard from your father."
All three of them then looked at each other in horrified silence as the inevitable thoughts crossed their minds.
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Mon, 23 July 2012 19:46 |
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Scott made a command decision. "Alan, try to patch me through to Dad's telecomm. Even if he's in the hands of someone like the Hood, he can pass the beeping off as an alarm."
"FAB, Scott," Alan replied. Scott pushed a button and a computer screen rose up from inside the desk. "Transfer his coordinates here, too, will you? I want to see where we're going if we have to scramble."
A map appeared on the screen and quickly zeroed in on the coordinates where the telecomm was broadcasting.
"New Hampshire?" Dianne queried, looking over Scott's shoulder. "What 'n hell is he doin' there?"
"I don't know, but I'm gonna find out," Scott said grimly.
The beeping grew louder, shaking Elise from her few minutes rest. "The radio! Someone's found us! Thank God!" She grabbed the microphone and practically started to yell into it.
"Can you hear me? This is Tracy One, please respond, over?"
Nothing. The same static as before, yet the beeping noise continued.
Elise looked around, confused. Obviously it wasn't the radio, so what was making that noise? She tried to home in on the sound and it seemed to be coming from where Jeff lay. Making her way over to him, she carefully and gently looked around him. He still hadn't woken and was still ashen. Sitting still, she could hear the beeping coming from almost beneath her. She lowered her head towards where his arm lay, where she had earlier felt for a pulse. Placing her hand on his arm, she felt the watch vibrate.
"What the heck?"
She had no idea what was happening, except that the alarm had decided to go off. Raising Jeff's arm a little, her intention was to switch it off. She pressed one of the buttons on the side.
"There he is!" Alan cried as the connection was made. Scott jumped on the speaker.
The vid picture confused Scott and Dianne both; it was dark. Scott called into the microphone. "Scott Tracy to Jeff Tracy! Do you read me? Come in, Jeff Tracy!"
There was no response. Stepmother and stepson looked at each other.
"Tracy Island to Jeff Tracy! Come in, Dad!"
Elise was struck dumb; she knew that voice! It was Scott. The watch was some kind of communication device, and Scott was trying to contact them!
"He found us! You're gonna be all right. Mr. Tracy. Scott found us!" Elise struggled with the small device. Frozen fingers were not helping.
"Scott? S-Scott? Can y-you hear me?" She was shivering again, trying to find the right button to open communications from herself to Scott.
Scott and Dianne were both getting concerned. Dianne wrapped her arms around herself and began to walk towards the windows.
I'm going to risk it. If this doesn't get his attention, nothing will. "International Rescue headquarters to Jeff Tracy. Come in, Jeff Tracy!"
Dianne turned back as she heard Scott's latest attempt. "You'll be 'n trouble for that one, Scott. Hope he isn't 'n trouble his own self."
Elise stopped dead in her tracks, her fingers still on the watch. International Rescue? She swore that's what she just heard Scott say. What the heck have they got to do with this? Pushing the thought aside for the moment, Elise tried again to open up communications.
"Scott! P-please answer me, Scott."
"Ah heard somethin'!" Dianne looked at Scott. "Try it again, Scott!"
"International Rescue Base calling Jeff Tracy! Come in Jeff Tracy!" Scott waited. Then he heard it too. A voice, not his father's, but a voice pleading for help.
"Scott! It's Elise, we're down and we're critical."
Dianne's face drained of color, but she hit the emergency signal that rang throughout the house and the apartments. Gordon, who was showing Brandon around Thunderbird Four, poked him and indicated for him to follow. Brains gathered up Callie and Kat from where they were in the lab and brought them with him. Tin-Tin, who was sunning out on by the pool with Nikki, grabbed the nurse by the hand and all but dragged her up the stairs to the Villa.
Cherry heard the alarm from the Cliff House patio where she was playing with Asterix. She picked up the kitty and returned him to Christopher.
"You need to come, Mr. Jordan," she said. "That's the emergency signal. There's going to be a rescue." Christopher frowned, but followed the girl.
In the kitchen, Dominic was discussing his vegetarian needs with Kyrano when the signal went off. He looked at the Malaysian with curiosity.
"Mr. Kelly, that is the emergency signal. You must go to the lounge right away. A rescue is being called in."
Dominic glanced over at Joshua, who was busy banging on a pot with a spoon under Emily Tracy's watchful eye.
"Go. We'll take good care of him," she told him encouragingly. Dominic nodded and headed upstairs.
Within minutes, the entire contingent, new and old, stood before the desk.
"Okay, Elise. What is your situation?" Scott asked crisply.
"Desperate, Scott. Went down a few hours ago, hit a really bad ice and snow storm. Couldn't...couldn't make it through." Elise was gasping for breath again, as the pain renewed itself in her ribcage. "Wind shear, Scott, took us down. We must have slammed into the mountain. Your Dad, Scott... he's not good... gotta help him Scott, you've gotta... help... him. It's so... so c-cold Scott, soo cold."
"Okay, Elise. I want you to keep talking to me or to whoever is on the other end of this circuit. Do you understand?"
While Scott talked to Elise, Dianne sent Virgil on his way down to Thunderbird Two. "Make sure you take pod seven. This is yoah fathah an' mah husband an' Ah want him on th' surgical bed in mah Thunderbird!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Virgil said, surprised.
Dianne looked around at the group. "Dominic, Ah think Ah could use your help here. An' we'll probably need some muscle, too. Gordon? Brandon?"
"John, you come over here and keep Elise talking. You've got the most soothing voice," Scott said. "Elise, I'm handing you over to John. Talk to him. I'm on my way."
"Okay." Elise replied in a now tired, small voice.
"Elise, it's John, I want you to promise me you'll stay with me, keep talking to me, you got that?"
"Yes... keep talking... promise I won't let go of the watch...I won't let go."
"Good girl, stay with me. Elise, is my father awake?"
Elise glanced over to Jeff once again "No, he's not regained consciousness since we crashed."
John winced, but his voice never betrayed him. "Tell me what you did for him Elise, every detail, okay?"
Elise told him everything she had done, and John kept her talking as long as he could without overtaxing her. He could tell she was weary and the cold was affecting her now.
"Elise, help is on its way, do you understand me? We're coming to get you both."
"We? Who's coming?" Elise remembered Scott's reference to International Rescue. "Is International Rescue coming? What about Scott?"
John thought carefully before he spoke. "Elise, International Rescue and Scott are on their way. They'll get to you soon, hang on, honey, just hang on."
Dianne had ducked out for a few moments and when she came back, she was dressed differently. She wore a pair of light blue trousers, a dark blue bomber-style jacket, with a dark, blood-red mock turtleneck shirt peeking up from beneath the jacket collar. Dark red piping decorated the edges of the jacket and a red stripe traveled down on the outside of her trouser leg and topped her light blue boots. She carried a large duffel bag.
"Mom?" Gordon asked, a question in his eyes.
"New uniform design," she said tersely. "Dom, go with Gordon and Brandon. Ah'm travelin' with Scott."
Scott looked at her, then nodded and headed for Thunderbird One, Dianne on his heels.
Post by FrankieCTB2 and Tikatu on 01/07/2004
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John continued talking to Elise in a calming reassuring voice. He asked her about how she knew Scott, what her favorite movie was and just about anything else to keep her awake and focused. Elise knew what he was trying to do and fought sleep with everything she had left in her but it was becoming extremely difficult to stay on track. The cold had made her sleepy and all she really wanted to do was close her eyes.
"John, how much longer?" she pleaded.
John looked at the face on the vid screen; she was turning blue, and the right side of her face was swollen and looked bruised.
"Hold, on Elise, let me check with Scott."
Switching communication lines, John called Scott. "Base to Thunderbird One, come in, Scott."
"Base from Thunderbird One, go ahead John."
"What's your current ETA to the Danger Zone?"
"Will be approaching Danger Zone in approximately 4 minutes. Any change with Dad, John?"
"No, Scott, no change."
Scott heard the worry and pain in John's voice. "John, we'll find him, he'll make it! I know he will. How's Elise holding up?"
"I know you will, Scott, and Elise is holding on...barely. She's still conscious but I'm not sure for how much longer."
"Tell her we're almost there. I'll check in with Virgil."
"FAB Scott."
John switched back to Elise. "4 minutes Elise and the rescue team will be there." He watched her breath a sigh of relief.
"Thunderbird Two from Thunderbird One."
"Thunderbird Two, go ahead Scott."
"Virgil, I'm 3 minutes from Danger Zone, No change on condition of victims; how far behind are you?"
Virgil knew in his heart that his brother was trying to hold it together for the sake of the entire team. But this was their father, not a nameless, helpless victim, and Virgil knew how terrified Scott was, because he was feeling the same way.
"I'm about an hour and 15 mins behind you Scott, but don't worry, we'll be there soon. Let Mom know that Thunderbird 7 is ready to go."
"Will do. Thunderbird One out."
As Scott ended the transmission, he glanced over at his stepmother. Dianne was quiet, and she was calm, but inside she was being torn in 10 different directions. She was a doctor, she was about to get two patients... rescue victims... just like she'd handled many times before, but this was her husband, her lover, her best friend... her life. It was now up to her to save him.
How the hell did this happened? What the hell was he thinking flying off like that?
She felt Scott's eyes on her and looked at him. Neither said a word. Words weren't necessary.
Scott returned his focus to the job at hand, and switching back on communications with Base, Thunderbird Two, and Thunderbird Five, he radioed in.
"Thunderbird One approaching Danger Zone. Using landing lights to locate chopper."
"FAB," came the reply in unison.
Within seconds, Scott had located the chopper, the lights from beneath Thunderbird One illuminating the wreckage and surrounding snow.
"John? I think hear something... jets... VTOL jets!"
Elise had turned her face skyward and was rewarded with brilliant lights glaring back at her.
"It's Thunderbird One, Elise. It's Scott," John replied.
He wasn't sure if Elise had made the connection yet about Scott, but he wasn't going to worry about it now.
"Elise, stay with me 'til a rescuer reaches you, okay?" She acknowledged his request. She again looked over at Mr. Tracy. Jeff remained motionless.
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| Re: The Call Goes Out [message #320 is a reply to message #314] |
Mon, 23 July 2012 19:52 |
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Scott quickly surveyed the area below him and around crash site. There was no place for him to put down his ship. Frustrated, he turned to Dianne.
"I'm not gonna be able to land, I'll have to get as close as I can and drop you down. I'll stay in hover mode and keep the lights on. Once Virgil gets here, you'll have the equipment you'll need." Dianne could see the frustration written all over her stepson's face.
"Ah know you want to be down there Scott, but Ah'm gonna make sure your father comes out of this alive!"
All Scott could do was nod. He was afraid the sudden lump in his throat when Dianne mentioned his father would cause him to break. He was the Field Commander, and as such, breaking down was unacceptable. Scott fired the retros and his Thunderbird started to descend.
Dianne gathered up her things, putting a blood red ball cap on her head. She nodded to Scott.
"When Ah'm safely down, drop the duffel to me. That way, th' instruments won't break."
The ground came up, closer and closer beneath the open hatch. She sat on the edge, feeling the cold air and the winds from the VTOL jets buffet her lower legs and ankles. She tried to keep her focus on the ground beneath her and not on the dark blob of silent wreckage that lay off to the left.
Finally Scott looked at her and said apologetically. "I'm three meters up. It's as close as I can get." Dianne nodded, the snow and darkness were messing with her depth perception but she had to go; it was now or never. She grabbed hold of the hatch's edge, swung herself out, and dropped into the snow.
Her body made a muffled crunch as the snow absorbed the impact of her landing. Shaking off some flakes, Dianne stood and looked to the left again. Then she looked up and caught her medikit duffel. Scott had the lights tracked onto the wreckage and she made her way towards it. Her heart beating faster with every step, she approached the main fuselage.
"Elise? Elise, where are you?" A small noise in the darkness indicated where Dianne should proceed.
"O-over h-here...we're o-over here!"
Dianne pulled out the flashlight she had in her duffel bag and shone it in the direction of Elise's voice. Instantly Elise could be seen and Dianne started to climb towards her.
"Where's Jeff?" Elise indicated where her boss lay. Dianne gave Elise a quick once over, checking her external injuries.
"Ah'll be with you as soon as Ah can Elise." Dianne's voice was soothing and Elise merely nodded. She was still too cold to do much else. Dianne moved over to Jeff. Bracing herself for the worst, she looked down at her husband.
She slid the flashlight up her jacket sleeve and closed her eyes briefly, swallowing heavily. In her hands-free headset she heard Scott asking in a low voice. "How is he, Mom?" No pretense of code names here. Just the raw emotion of family.
"Ah'm about to find out, son." She dug around in her duffel bag, pulling out her medscanner. She got close, her fingers feeling for the carotid artery, feeling for that all-important pulse. She found it and breathed a small sigh of relief. "He's got a slow, erratic pulse."
Now she passed the scanner over him and interpreted the back lighted readings. A deep breath this time, let out slowly. "He's hypothermic with a core temperature of 90 degrees. Which is a good thing because he's got some pretty serious internal injuries, broken ribs, at least one fractured vertebrae, which, thank God, isn't impinging on his spinal cord. His left tibia is broken and his left foot has a lot of little fractures as well. Man, this is a laundry list of trauma! A concussion and a broken left scapula. Unfortunately, there's not a lot I can do for him now. Not until I get this debris off of him. I'll just have to monitor his condition and...pray." She put up her scanner and sighed deeply. "In other words, Scott, tell Virgil to push that green beetle o' his to the max!"
Elise sat quietly hearing every word being spoken across from her.
"He didn't have his seatbelt on, I tried to make him sit down and put it on."
Dianne turned towards Elise and softly talked to her.
"Elise, this isn't your fault, Mah husband can get real stubborn at times, and Ah have a feeling this was one of them."
Husband? Elise digested this piece of information and it confused her even more. "Your h-his wife?" she asked incredulously.
Dianne noticed the shiver in Elise's voice and turned to her.
"Yes, Ah'm Dianne Tracy, and you're going to be needing this." Dianne handed a thermo blanket from her duffel bag to the other woman and helped secure it around her. Elise looked up and gave Dianne a small smile of gratitude. With a reassuring squeeze of Elise's hand, Dianne once again turned her focus to Jeff.
"Thunderbird Two from Thunderbird One! Virgil, where the hell are you?"
Scott's level of patience had long been exhausted and his brother should have been here by now.
"Thunderbird Two to Thunderbird One, Scott, I'm 5 minutes from the DZ, I'm pushing as hard as I can!" Virgil tried not to sound annoyed with his brother; they were all on edge and short fused and so he let his brother's words slide.
"Okay, just get here ASAP. Mom is down there already. I can't land, and she needs back-up now!"
"FAB" came the curt reply.
Both women heard the approach of more engines and Dianne, closing her eyes, thanked God and Virgil all at once.
"It's the rescue equipment, Elise. We'll have you and Jeff out of here soon."
"Mom, I can't land. Virgil can't land. What do you need down there?" Scott asked succinctly.
"Lights. Winches to get the debris off of your father. Two antigravity stretchers. Compression bandages. The hypothermia kit with the warmed air." Dianne wracked her brains to think of anything to add. "Send all three; Gordon, Brandon, and Dom down with the rescue capsule."
She knelt by her husband's side and gently touched his cheek. Elise could hear the tears in her voice as she told him, "Don't you die on me, Jeff Tracy. Don't you dare die on me!"
Virgil heard his step mom's words and without hesitation called over his shoulder to the three team members with him "You heard the lady, now GO!"
"FAB!" Gordon was already out of his seat and giving directions to Brandon and Dom. Both listened intently to every last word and then along with Gordon they disappeared from the cockpit and were descending with the rescue capsule.
"Scott, they're on the way down! Brandon and Gordon will work the winches while Dom gets the anti-grav stretchers and medical equipment to Mom"
"FAB Virgil... and good work." Scott added the last part in a softer voice than he had been using and Virgil knew it was his brother's way of apologizing.
"Sure, Scott, no problem. Let's just hope we can get them out in time."
Post by FrankieCTB2 and Tikatu on 01/07/2004
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Mon, 23 July 2012 20:05 |
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Tracy Island, 26th February 2068
Kat had finally managed to put her things away, and the apartment was looking more like home. She had put up the curtains at the French windows, and hung her pictures on the walls in the sitting room.
Not sure of what was expected of her, she decided to ring Lady Penelope.
Dialing Lady Penelope's number, she saw the all-too-familiar face of Parker.
"Hi, Parker, is Lady Penelope at home?"
"Why, Miss Kat, 'ow nice to 'ear from you. I was just talking to 'er Ladyship yesterday, and wondering 'ow you were getting on."
Lady Penelope's attractive face came into view.
"Kat, my dear, how lovely to hear from you. Settling in well, I hope?"
Kat grinned, "Yes, actually. I have been brought au courant with the real goings-on here. I have to admit that it all came as quite a shock. In fact, John showed me around and I am afraid I gave him quite a hard time. But of course you knew all along, didn't you?"
Lady Penelope looked at Kat. "Yes, I must admit I am aware of Tracy Island's secrets, and am sorry I could not say anything. I would have loved to have taken you into my confidence, but my hands were really tied."
"I can understand that now. What really hurt more than anything was that I knew the Tracy family, and they knew of me; we met at your New Year's Eve Party. Surely knowing all that, Mr Tracy could have told me at my interview. Still, as John told me, even Dr. Tracy wasn't let in on the secret at first." She sighed, then straightened and smiled. "Well, that is all water under the bridge now. I am well and truly here, and here to stay."
"So, what are your first impressions?" Lady Penelope asked.
"Gosh, I really don't know where to begin."
"John showed me around Thunderbird 2's hangar, and while we were there, Thunderbird 2 came back from a rescue. Gosh, that was awesome." She hugged herself with delight. "I shall primarily be helping with the boats and the seaplane. That boat pen is something quite unbelievable. Then we went to see the planes and jet. I asked question after question. John was very patient. I didn't really have time to thank him properly. I must do so."
Suddenly the door chimed. "Looks like someone is visiting me. I shall have to go. I will call you again."
"Yes, do, I want to know everything that you are doing," replied Lady Penelope.
Kat went to the door, standing there was Callie.
"I'm just going to the lab to see Brains, wondered if you would like to join me?"
"Yes, would love to." And shutting the door behind her, she followed Callie on to the monorail and headed for Brains' lab.
They hadn't been there very long, when a long siren noise was heard. Both girls jumped at the noise. "What is that?" Callie asked.
"It's the emergency signal," Brains explained. "It means that a rescue is being planned. We must go to the main house at once."
They arrived, rather breathless, to find Scott, Virgil and Dianne preparing to leave.
"What's happened?" Brains asked.
"It's Dad," Gordon explained. "Seems he has crashed while flying through an ice storm in New Hampshire."
"What was he doing there?"
"That's exactly what we would all like to know," John answered.
Kat watched in awe at how Scott, Dianne and Virgil left the room followed by Gordon, Brandon and Dom, the latter two looking slightly nervous.
John was talking to someone via the radio. He looked up and smiled at Kat.
"I bet you didn't think you would be getting first hand experience of a rescue quite so soon," Brains said. Kat nodded, but she noticed the worry in his voice.
Post by Tawnyangel22 on 01/07/2004
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| Re: The Call Goes Out [message #350 is a reply to message #332] |
Mon, 23 July 2012 20:14 |
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Brandon sat between Dominic and Gordon, nervously tapping his foot against the metal floor. He was on his first rescue mission; one he hadn't expected so soon. Dominic looked over at him, noticing the anxiety he projected.
Dominic met Brandon's gaze and shared the nervous look. Although he had been on rescues with LifeFlight, they had been nothing like this, and they had never been to save his boss.
Gordon knew that both men were nervous: hell, so was he! This was his father they were going out to save! He took a deep breath. "Guys, I know you're nervous. We all are. Just focus on the task at hand and we'll all be fine. We'll all do fine."
The rescue capsule descended rapidly, and soon enough the three men were on the ground and ready for action. Dominic gathered up the anti-grav stretchers and medical equipment and set off towards the wreckage
While Dominic went to see to the victims, Gordon and Brandon set up the lights and other necessary equipment. Gordon closed his eyes momentarily when he saw his father's grey and bruised face. Then he took a deep breath and the veteran rescuer took over.
"We'd better hurry!" Brandon shouted above the wind. "This storm isn't getting any better!" And neither are the victims.
"Doctor Tracy." Dominic joined Dianne inside the wreckage. She was beginning to treat Elise's injuries. "What do you need here first? I have the stretchers and the equipment."
"We could use a light over heah!" Dianne called. She turned to Dom. "She's goin' into hypothermia, too. We need to set up the warmed air and an IV warmer. We also need a compression bandage to keep her ribs from movin'. Last thin' she needs is a punctured lung." Dianne turned to her patient. "Elise, Ah'm gonna have to open your coat and pull up your shirt, hon. Ah need to bandage your ribs so they don't move. Do you understand?"
"Okay," Elise said faintly.
"It's gonna be cold for a minute. But only a minute," Dianne kept explaining as she removed the thermo-blanket, opened Elise's jacket and pulled up on her Tracy Industries polo shirt.
Elise cried out as Dianne lifted the shirt. But, as promised, it was soon over and she was warm again. Dominic adjusted the thermal blanket around her again and set out one of the anti-grav stretchers ready to take her. He looked to Dianne
"Is she ready to go, then?"
"Lemme give her a low dose of analgesic, and then we can take her up and set up the warming equipment. It's too hard to do down here. Once she's settled, then we'll come back down and get... Jeff." Dianne pulled out a hypospray and injected Elise with the pain reliever. Then she and Dom gently moved the pilot to the stretcher.
Together, they brought Elise, strapped to the stretcher, over to the rescue capsule where Gordon was waiting. He expertly secured the stretcher safely inside, showing Brandon how it was done on the way.
Dianne called to Dom. "Send down a backboard with whoever goes up with you!" Dominic gave Dianne a thumbs-up, and nodded to Brandon and Gordon to start the winch. Gordon watched the rescue capsule start on its way up and then trotted back into the wreckage of the helijet.
"How is she?" Brandon asked Dom as the capsule made its slow ascent to Thunderbird Two.
"She's stable." Dom said, looking over the patient. "Once we get her safely on a biobed, she'll be all right."
The winds and snow set the rescue capsule to swaying slightly but the weight of the passengers kept it from going too far. Suddenly, an ear-splitting screech could be heard from above and the rescue capsule came to an abrupt halt.
Post by MagicMaster8, Tikatu and ArtisticRainey on 01/07/2004
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Mon, 23 July 2012 20:19 |
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"What was that?" Dominic asked sharply, his eyes wide and his gaze instinctively checking over Elise.
What's going on?" Brandon shouted. "The capsule's stopped moving." Brandon radioed Virgil, notifying him of the problem.
In Thunderbird Two's cockpit, Virgil's hands flew over the monitors, and he swore as he heard from Brandon about the fouled winch. "Sorry, guys but I can't do anything about it! I don't dare put Two on autopilot; the winds are just too fierce!"
Dominic glanced at Brandon and shook his head. "Oh, wonderful," he said. "I'm not worried about Elise right now, but what about Doctor Tracy? We'll need to get Mr. Tracy up pronto."
"I got an idea, Dom. If I can reach Thunderbird Two, I can unfoul the winch line."
"How are you goin' ta get up there? Those winds are mighty fierce." However, the determined expression on Brandon's face strengthened him. "Right then, if I give you a boost up, you'll be able t' climb out."
"That's the idea," Brandon replied, standing under the hatch. "I'll climb the cable." Dom made a stirrup out of his hands. Letting out a grunt, and with some effort, he hoisted his teammate up through the hatch.
Oh my God, he's heavy! Dominic groaned internally as he helped Brandon up. The capsule began to jerk and groan even more as Brandon exited, and the wind howled louder than before, and the cold invaded the small space.
Brandon gripped the cable and started climbing the cable with a slow hand-over-hand movement. I've got to make it, I WILL make it. There was a moment of panic as one hand slipped on the cold, ice-laden cable. Man, that was close, Brandon thought as the wind howled around him, turning his cheeks and nose a bright red. He persevered until the welcome sight of Thunderbird Two's open hatch came into sight.
With a little effort, Brandon pulled himself through the open hatch. He took no time to rest. Going over to the winch, Brandon started to examine it, trying to get it to work.
Down in the capsule, Dominic glanced upwards and hoped Brandon had made it. The bouncing about had ceased, and he prayed it was because the other man was safely aboard.
Brandon looked at the cable and almost immediately found the problem. "Dom," Brandon said into his radio, "how are things going down there?"
Dominic patted Elise's shoulder through the thermal blanket lightly. "It's all right, but we need to get our patient up ASAP."
"I know, Dom. I'll get you up as soon as I can. The cable got twisted. I'm going to have to lower the capsule then raise it again to get the kinks out."
"Okay. We're ready," Dom said. He braced himself for the movement.
The capsule moved slowly downward, stopping halfway between its previous position and the ground. There it paused while Brandon began to rethread the cable. Then it moved up again as quickly and smoothly as conditions would allow. At last, Dom and Elise were safe aboard Thunderbird Two. Brandon reached over and began to unfasten the antigravity stretcher from the capsule.
Yes! Brandon shouted in silent triumph as he helped Dom carry Elise to the sickbed. Dominic flipped down the biobed, pleased to see that it initialized itself. He indicated that Brandon should help transfer the patient to it. Together, they gently moved a sleepy Elise over, and then Dom folded up the stretcher and put it away. He pulled out a folded up backboard. "Dr. Tracy said she needed this. Can ya take it down to her?"
Brandon nodded, heading back to the capsule, backboard in hand. He stopped, activating his hands-free communicator. "Virgil, first victim's out and being treated in Thunderbird Seven."
"Thanks, Brandon. Who came up?" Virgil asked, hoping against hope that it was his father and that Jeff was now out of danger.
Brandon knew why Virgil was asking and hated to dash his hopes. "Elise came up first. We're still working to get Mr. Tracy out."
Down in the fuselage of the helijet, Gordon was preparing the winches while Dianne pulled out her equipment, muttering under her breath as she did so.
"Cervical collar, inflatable splints, compression bandages, EKG defibrillator, warmed O2, thermo-blankets.... oh, God. Please help me."
Tears threatened to well up as she saw her patient as her husband again and she tried hard not to break down.
Suddenly, she heard Scott's voice in her ear. "Mom, you can't break down now. If you do, we all do, and then what happens to Dad? You've got to stay strong, for him, for all of us. Now, take a deep breath. Brandon's on his way down. Stay with us, Mom. Don't give in. And don't give up."
Dianne bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and swallowed. She wiped away a tear that had escaped, then took another deep breath.
"Thanks, Scott. Ah'll be okay. You'd better have Alan check on the status of the local hospitals. The way this storm is blowin' we may have to go a piece to get your father to a good one."
"FAB, Doc. I'm on it," Scott said, happy to do what he could.
Soon enough, Brandon arrived on the scene with the anti-grav stretcher and the backboard, and unfolded each, readying them for the patient.
Dianne affixed the cervical collar around Jeff's neck, the one place she could reach without having to move the debris. Then she laid the backboard at her feet and readied the compression bandage. She looked at Gordon, and at Brandon, who were ready to begin moving the seats and the door from Jeff's prone, still form. She nodded, and Gordon powered up the winches.
Slowly and carefully, the debris was cleared away. Gordon and Brandon kept their eyes peeled for any debris that looked like it would collapse. Dianne kept watch over her husband throughout the agonizingly slow process.
As soon as there was room enough for her to fit under there, she removed the blankets as quickly as she could, and opened Jeff's shirt. With a practiced hand, she placed the leads for her EKG/defibrillator on the proper places near his heart. Then she flattened her hands as much as she could and pushed the compression bandage under him, pulling it out from the other side and wrapping it around his chest. She covered him back up, and then crawled under to address the broken bones. Cutting open his sleeve, she wrapped his forearm with an inflatable splint and blew it up to the proper pressure. She cut his pants leg off and did the same to that but she left on his boot, just wrapping the splint around it for more stability.
"Gordon, Ah need your help with th' backboard."
"No problem, Mom."
Gordon brought the backboard over, and, assisted by Brandon, they very gently transferred Jeff onto it, being careful not to aggravate his condition further.
"Okay, guys. Let's strap him down an' Ah'll set up the warmed O2. We'll do the IV when we get him into Thunderbird Seven. Gently goes it, though. He's in too precarious a position to take any bumps.
After setting up the warmed O2 mask, they transported him to Thunderbird Two. Dominic came to help settle Jeff on the surgical bed at the back of Thunderbird Seven, giving Dianne a hand with starting the IV of warmed fluids.
"How's Elise?" she asked, not looking up while she worked on Jeff.
"Stable and warming up," was Dominic's succinct reply.
"Please keep an eye on her. Ah'll ride back here with Jeff."
Dominic went over to the doctor's station, where the readings from Elise's biobed could be monitored. He heard Dianne begin discussions with Virgil and Scott about where to take their patient. They settled on New York, where the blizzard's power had yet to be felt. But as he looked back, all he could focus on was the heart-wrenchingly sad and worried look on Dianne's face and the way she gently stroked Jeff's hair back as she softly talked to him.
Post by MagicMaster8, Tikatu and ArtisticRainey on 01/07/2004
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Mon, 23 July 2012 20:22 |
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The rest of the new IR recruits remained in the lounge, since Scott had not given the all clear yet. Callie paced around the room, nervous as she could possibly be. Why does it have to be him? she thought gravely. It always seems good people have to suffer while the worst vermin can get out scot-free. Mr. Tracy is one of the nicest people I've ever met, and now his life is in danger.
She looked around the room at the others in the room. Each of them was reacting differently. I can see Christopher's calm comes from his cat. But how does John stay so cool? Or Tin-Tin? They're much closer to this rescue than I am, and I can't sit still!
Tin-Tin saw how nervous Callie was. "Are you all right?"
"No, I'm not. I'm worried about Mr. Tracy. He's a nice man, period, and now... I just don't understand how you can stay so calm about this."
Tin-Tin sighed. "Part of it is experience, Callie. We've been on so many other rescues before. And, I'll admit, in this case part of it is numbness. I just can't believe that this has happened to Mr. Tracy. I don't know what to feel, so until I know one way or another about his condition, I don't feel at all."
Callie nodded. "Makes sense. It's just scary that the man who hired me a little over two weeks ago is the one in the greatest danger right now. If only I could do something to help him..." Tears started falling from her eyes.
Tin-Tin put a hand on Callie's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I know. We all wish there was something we could do. But we have to leave him, and Ms. Collins, in the hands of the rescue team that went out." She pointed to John, who had an arm around Tyler. "Even Tyler knows that."
"I guess I need to have faith. I know it's got to be especially tough on Dr. Tracy and the others...trying to keep cool in this nightmare."
"Yes, especially on Dianne. His life's in her hands, literally." The tone of the room changed as the eyes on Scott's portrait blinked.
"Go ahead, Scott," said John straightforwardly.
"Tell the others to stand down. We're getting Dad to New York now. It hasn't been affected by the blizzard."
"Scott...how is Dad?"
With one heavy breath, he answered, "Right now...not that good. We'll let you know more as soon as we can get information."
"Okay, Scott. Keep in touch as often as you can."
"F.A.B."
After Scott's portrait changed back, John looked at the others. "All right, everyone. There isn't much we can do for the time being...except pray."
Post by TracyFan4Ever and Tikatu on 02/07/2004
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Mon, 23 July 2012 20:33 |
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Brandon and Gordon watched as Thunderbird Two took off--without them.
The new recruit turned to the veteran. "So, how're we getting home? Will we wait for Virgil to come back and get us and the equipment?"
"Nope." Gordon pointed upwards as Thunderbird One moved into position above them. He began to shut down the portable lights. "It'll be cramped, but we'll get to where we're going just as fast if not faster."
"And where are we going?" Brandon asked as he pulled down some of the winches, letting the seats back down to where Jeff had lain just moments before.
"I'm not sure. But the faster we deal with this equipment, the faster we get out of the cold."
Brandon nodded, and buckled down to work.
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Dianne contemplated her dark-haired Irish nurse from her position at Jeff's side. Then she spoke.
"Dom, Ah think you'll have to be the one going down with Jeff and Elise. Ah can't appear at the hospital both as AhR an' as Mrs. Jefferson Tracy. An' you bettah believe that Ah'm gonna be there as Mrs. Tracy as soon as Ah can get a cab!"
"But Dr. Tracy, you need to come down to the hospital, too. It will save time to bring the patients down one right after the other." Dom protested.
"If there was a way to camouflage my hair and face, yes, Ah would...." Dianne jumped as Brains' voice broke into the conversation.
"Dianne, you'll find a polarized visor in my workshop on Thunderbird Two. I've been working on putting some Heads Up Display technology in it as a way of communication, but it's not quite ready yet. The visor, however, won't obstruct your vision and, with your baseball cap, should shield half your face. That should be sufficient."
"You think so, Brains?" Dianne asked.
"Yes. That is, if you can get that drawl of yours under control for a few minutes," Brains warned.
"Ah... I mean, I can try," Dianne said, making an effort to bury her persistent drawl. "It only comes out when Ah... I am upset or angry."
"Save it for visiting as family, Mom," Scott added. "By the way, how do we want to handle this? All of us are going to want to be there."
"Yes, and how will we manage the media? Dad's hospitalization will be news!" Virgil chimed in.
"Well, as far as I am concerned, Virgil's going to drop me off on the helijet pad at the Tracy Building so I can change clothes at the penthouse and catch a cab!" Dianne exclaimed. "Since only one of you flyboys got left behind on this rescue, I suggest that you take the Thunderbirds home. We can work out a schedule of who comes out when once we know how long he's going to be hospitalized." She sighed. "As far as the media is concerned, we'll have to let the hospital and Tracy Industries handle it. And someone needs to call Penelope, so she can brief the agents."
"We can't let the media get to Elise, Mom," Scott commented. "We have to do something to protect her, too."
"I know, Scott, I know," Dianne replied in a frustrated tone. "One thing at a time. And the first thing is to get your father to the hospital! Virgil? ETA?"
"Six minutes."
"Excellent. Dom, let's get them both prepared for transport. I'll go get that visor and tuck as much hair under my ball cap as I can." She looked sadly down at Jeff, and gently kissed his still-cold forehead. "I've got to go, love. But I'll be with you as soon as I can be."
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Ned Cook and his cameraman, Joe, were drinking coffee and listening to the emergency scanners. Ned suddenly spluttered, spitting out his mouthful of java when he heard:
"International Rescue Thunderbird Two requesting heliport access at Mount Sinai Hospital Trauma Center. We have two patients, one stable, one critical."
"Mount Sinai Trauma here, heliport access granted. We are on standby for your patients."
"Thunderbird Two?" Joe cried. "At Mount Sinai?"
"Yes! This is news! Let's go down there and see who they brought in! To get an exclusive interview with an IR rescue victim, that would make my year!" Ned shouted. "C'mon, Joe!"
They sped across town to the hospital, where they found that they weren't the only members of the media to be awaiting the arrival of whoever the International Rescue team brought in. Cameras were pointed skyward as a dark blob passed between the ground and the dark sullen clouds of the approaching blizzard. The already swirling snow served to obscure the IR vehicle even more from the cameras and lights below.
"Ned, come on. I know another way in," Joe said. Ned followed as the cameraman led him to a loading dock. A security guard stopped them, but then smiled as he recognized Joe.
"You here to try and get a gander at that Thunderbird, Joe?" he asked, still blocking their way.
"Well, no, Pete. My friend, Ned, and I don't try to film the Thunderbirds anymore. Kinda a sign of respect for them, for what they did for us," Joe answered. Pete nodded.
"So what are you and the great Ned Cook doing here, talking to your ol' brother-in-law?" Pete asked, making it known that he knew he was being asked for a favor.
"We want to find out who they brought in. Maybe get an interview with them. You know we'd be careful; we know what it's like to be rescued by IR," Ned stressed.
Pete thought it over for a moment, then handed them each a badge marked "Press."
"I'm not letting you go in secretly. You have to declare who you are. And the camera stays here with me, Joe. You can take a tape recorder if you have one. I think that's fair to you and to whoever they brought in, don't you?"
"Yeah, and thanks, Pete. I owe you one," Joe said with a grin.
"You owe me lots of ones. Some day I'm gonna collect."
Ned waved at Pete as he and Joe entered the building. They found their way to the Trauma Center, where they understood the patients were to be taken. Ned turned a corner, and suddenly stopped, pulling back and stopping Joe.
"Look! Who's that with the antigravity stretcher? Is that someone from IR? He's wearing their colors in scrubs, like a doctor."
"Yeah, he is, and the IR logo is on the scrubs. But I thought their doctor was a woman."
"Maybe they have more than one. And who's following him? The one with those odd sunglasses. She's wearing an IR logo on that jacket, but that's like no uniform I've ever seen."
"Ned, forget about her, look who's on the stretcher? Isn't that...?"
"Ohmigod, yes! It is! Man, what a story this will make! Billionaire recluse Jefferson Tracy rescued by IR! Oh, Joe. I've gotta get the details!"
"Then let me hang around a bit, let me hear what I can hear. They won't know me. You sit over in the waiting area and I'll snoop around."
Twenty minutes later, Joe was back.
"Oh, man, Ned, you are not going to believe this. Jeff Tracy went up in a helijet to New Hampshire, no one knows why, and his state-of-the-art craft crashed in the blizzard! He's in critical condition, hypothermic, and they're warming him up in preparation for surgery already. The family is being notified...."
Ned's eye was caught by a woman wearing an expensive fur coat that had just come up in the elevator, accompanied by a security guard. She briskly strode to the nurses' station and was greeted by a doctor, who guided her deeper into the maze of the Trauma Center's cubicles.
"I'd say that the family has been notified. That was Dr. Dianne Tracy who just came in here," Ned said with satisfaction. "Let's keep an eye on the lady and see if we can get a word or two with her. But until then, I'd better call this in to the newsroom. Jeff Tracy in a helijet crash! That's big news!"
*******************
Dianne sat in a small lounge, one used for VIPs, a coffee cup on the table next to her and her head resting on her clasped hands.
Did we get to him in time? Did I do enough to save him? Oh, God! Please! Don't take him from me! I'll never forgive myself if he dies because of my error!
A shadow crossed the doorway. "Mom?"
Dianne looked up to see Gordon standing there. She stood and he came to her and embraced her.
"What are you doin' here, Gordon?"
"Well, we talked it over and the guys and I decided you shouldn't be by yourself. Since I was the one son who didn't have to fly a Thunderbird back to the Island, I was selected to stay. Scott came back and dropped me off at the penthouse like Virgil did you. At least he could land there and I didn't have to jump out. He's going to come back in Thunderbird One with Grandma."
"Ah hope she survives the journey! Ah might have guessed that Em would want to be heah as quickly as she could. But, oh, Ah'm glad you're heah, son." Dianne sat back down and Gordon sat next to her, taking her hand.
"So, how is he?"
"They've gotten his core temp up high enough to attempt surgery on th' internal injuries. He's been in there for, oh, about thirty minutes so far."
"Which means they've barely begun," Gordon said.
"No, not this time. This time it's all hurry, hurry, hurry since he's in such a delicate and critical condition. Doctors praised International Rescue for their work but since they couldn't say how long his core temp had been down, there are no guarantees. No guarantees that he comes out of this without brain damage. No guarantees that he comes out of this without losing some digits due to frostbite. No guarantees he comes out of this, period."
Dianne looked at her stepson with tears in her eyes. "Oh, Gordon! Ah don't want to lose mah husband!"
"And I don't want to lose my Dad, either, Mom. So let's think only that he's gonna recover. You and I both know how damned stubborn he is. He won't go quietly." Gordon pulled Dianne into another embrace, and then looked up. His eyes got wide and he swore.
"What's the matter, son?" Dianne asked, puzzled, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"It's Ned Cook, and he's coming this way! I've got to make myself scarce!" He glanced back at her before he went out the door. "Can you handle him?"
Dianne nodded. "Yes, Ah can. Come back soon. Bring bettah coffee."
Gordon nodded and walked out of the room, trying to look nonchalant and still move quickly away. He was out of sight before Ned Cook made it to the door and knocked on the frame, as the door was open.
"Dr. Tracy? Dr. Dianne Tracy?" Ned put on his most sincere tone, his most sympathetic smile. He looked at the lovely woman sitting there, her fur coat casually thrown over a chair, her designer clothes accentuating her figure, her long legs crossed at the knee, and her eyes, red from tears.
"Yes, Mistah Cook. Ah am Dianne Tracy. To what do I owe the dubious honor of yoah visit?"
Hoo boy. She knows who I am and she's not happy to see me. Not a good combination. "I was wondering if I could have a few words from you? About your husband's accident."
"Yes, you may."
Ned eagerly entered the room, but Dianne put up a hand.
"No need to come in, Mistah Cook. You can have mah words from the doorway because they are few."
Ned stopped, confused. "What do you mean, Dr. Tracy?"
Dianne smiled slightly. "Mah words on th' subject of mah husband's accident are these: mind yoah own business." She cocked her head at him. "D'you understand?"
Ned colored, but kept his temper. "Yes, Dr. Tracy. I believe I do. But if, by any stretch of the imagination, you decide you want to speak to the public about it, please call me first. My card." He stepped into the room to hand it to her.
Dianne took it, glanced at it, and put it aside. She returned her gaze to him as if willing him to go away.
"I'll leave you alone now, Dr. Tracy," he said as he turned to leave. Then he stopped and looked back. "Oh, by the way, do you have any idea why your husband was in New Hampshire?"
"Now, Mistah Cook. Would Ah tell you if Ah did?"
"No. I suppose not. Goodnight, Dr. Tracy. I hope your husband recovers."
She nodded her thanks, and he left, empty-handed.
Post by Tikatu on 02/07/2004
My IR:TNP OTP!
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