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A short while later, Dom walked over to the area where Tin-Tin and Virgil had been hit. They were both gone already, headed toward the beach where the 'victims' were to meet once they were out. Dom knew it was probably Alex that had hit Tin-Tin, so he started slowly searching for the boy. Knowing Alex was a good shot didn't make Dom feel any better as he rummaged around in the bushes.

Alex was well hidden and quite some distance from Dom. After he'd shot Tin-Tin and Virgil had faced down Dom, Alex scrambled away as fast as he could, but not where he wouldn't be able to track his next victim... Dom! Alex smiled to himself as he carefully shifted his weight to a more comfortable position.

Dom, however, had other ideas. Instead of looking for the lad, I'll just have a gander at Scott's fort and give Gordon and Nikki the heads up on it."

Alex looked puzzled as he watched Dom stop hunting for him and go off in another direction. Hmm. Where's he going? Should I follow him? He thought for another moment. Nah. Better go back and get some backup for myself. Quietly, he got up from his hiding place and slinked back to his fort.

********

Meanwhile, back at Alex's fort, John found himself stalked by a stealthy Brandon. Callie, who hadn't gone far following Brandon, now returned to the fort to take Kat's place, and John couldn't get a clear shot at her.

John knew he was on his own and outnumbered. Still, he would give them a run for their money. This Tracy wasn't going down without a fight! With Callie already back in the safety of the fort, John knew he had to concentrate on Brandon. At least Alex isn't here, he thought to himself.

Brandon had the vantage point, being able to see both John and the fort from his position. He crouched down and belly-crawled through the undergrowth. "C'mon, buddy, just a little closer," Brandon said to himself in a whisper. He lined up his sights and waited for a clear shot.

John stood motionless, he knew Brandon was out there, but didn't know where. He backed slowly toward the fort, seeking the protection of it and secretly hoping that Brandon would shoot, miss, and accidentally hit his own team member... Callie!

Wishful thinking, Tracy! I sure could use some back-up right now. Scott? Where the hell are you?

John's question would go unanswered. The first shot whizzed by him hitting the fort, paint splattering everywhere. John hit the deck, but not before the 2nd shot hit him on the shoulder as he went down! A triumphant Brandon jumped from the bushes yelling like a crazed Apache Warrior!

John rolled over onto his back. "Nice, Brandon. Reeeallll nice."

Brandon winked at John. "It was a pleasure Tracy!"

Callie had heard the exchange of paintballs and humans, but had ducked out of sight until Brandon came over. She walked over to him smiling. "Woo-Hoo! Way to go Brandon!" she cried and high fived him.

"Yee hah!" cried another voice. John shook his head, groaning, as Alex stepped out of the bushes. Brandon grinned as Alex high-fived him, and then Callie. "Guess what!" Alex said excitedly. "I got Tin-Tin!" He looked over at the fort. "Hey, where's Kat?"

John looked up from his position on the ground. "I nailed her myself." Then he realized that someone else was missing. "What happened to Virgil?"

"Uh, oh, um," Alex hemmed. "Dom got him."

John whooped. "Way to go, Dom!"

"But Dom's not even on your team," Callie protested.

"Doesn't matter. Anybody who can take out Virge gets a pat on the back from me!" John exclaimed.

"Well, Alex. What do you want us to do now?" Brandon asked.

Alex looked pointedly at John. "I'll tell you as soon as the body is buried."

John chuckled. "I know when I'm not wanted. Do me a favor, bud? Nail Gordon for me?"

"I'll try my best," Alex said. John got up, waved to the small group and went off down to the beach.

"Okay" said Alex, "I say we head over to Gordon's fort and I'll take him, while you two grab his flag!"

"Slow down there, bud!" replied Brandon. "There's only three of us left, and we need to plan this out."

"I agree," Callie added.


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Cherie paced back and forth wishing for some action, even if it was just a little. Scott, Elise, and John had be gone for what seemed like ages. She was aware of Brains's demise early on in the game, but as of yet had had no word from any of the others. She looked out into her surroundings. "Great. Not even a bird around!" Sighing, she resigned herself to the fact she may have been forgotten. Wait! If I am forgotten, I'll be the last one left and I'll win! She grinned to herself, pleased with the way her thoughts had taken her.

********

"Scott! We have been walking through these damn bushes for hours! We need to take Gordon or Alex's flags and get back to our own camp!"

"I know, Elise! But I don't like the idea of getting shot and losing!"

Behind him Elise huffed. He ignored it and continued heading towards Alex's fort, or at least where he thought it was. A little further down the pathway, Scott's wrist-comm buzzed. "Scott here."

"Hey, it's John, I got slammed! Brandon got me, looks like you three are on your own."

"Three?" Scott and Elise simultaneously realized that Cherie was still guarding their fort! "Thanks, John. Sorry you got it!"

"Yeah, right, Scott!" John replied as he buzzed out, laughing.

"Do you think she's okay back there?" Elise asked Scott.

"I hope so. The quicker we get the others picked off, the quicker we'll be able to get back to her." The two continued on their trek onwards.

********

Dom had finally made his way back to Gordon and Nikki, giving them the heads up on what he knew about the other teams.

"Anyone know anything about Scott, Elise, or Cherie?" asked Gordon.

Dom shook his head. "Sorry, I only got to deal with Virgil and I think Alex was nearby."

Gordon looked thoughtful for a second. "Right! We're heading over to Scott's. We'll get there faster than Alex's team, and I want to nail Scott!"

Nikki smiled and rolled her eyes. "Men and their games!" she remarked, as laughing, she followed along after Dom and Gordon, hoping they weren't going into a paintball trap.

********

Christopher waited at the fort, glad to be standing still. The sun was giving him a headache, and to tell the truth, the hangover he had was threatening to make him erupt at any time. He was glad to have the nice quiet job of defending the fort. No one's come by here yet, and no one is going to either. From what I could see this is a brotherly grudge match.

He came on the alert, however, when he heard a slight rustle in the bushes to his left. Cautiously, he crept over to that side, peering out into the undergrowth. He could see, some fifteen paces from him, the blond hair of someone's head. That looks like Alex! he realized. Too bad that heads are off limits! I'd have a clear shot. He set his gun on the edge of the fort, waiting for the boy to show some other part of his body. So it was that he was completely surprised when a paintball slammed into his back from behind.

"Arggh!" he cried, turning to see who had shot him. Behind him was a grinning Callie, who had stepped into the fort and taken
the flag.

Alex came out of hiding, whooping. Christopher shook his head. "Y'know. If I had been feeling better...."

"You'd have fallen for the same tactic," Callie said amiably. "Now, onto Scott's fort."


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Scott and Elise approached Alex's fort with great care and caution. They hunkered down and used their hands and arms to communicate. Having both been in the Air Force, they were actually still quite good at maneuvers like this, and so Brandon didn't hear or see anyone approach the fort.

As far as Elise could see, Brandon was the only occupant. She didn't care where the others were at this moment, just that she or Scott could take Brandon and get that flag! She slowly edged along the farthest side of the fort area. Scott indicated he would take out Brandon and she would grab the flag. Silently they closed in on their 'kill'. Brandon, although keen with his senses, never saw it coming! The blue paintball landed right in front of his feet. Momentarily stunned, Brandon looked down and then immediately raised his weapon to fire. Too late! Scott nailed him with a barrage of blue paintballs.

Brandon swore as he went down. The next thing he saw coming his way was wearing green baggy cargo pants, a smudged t-shirt, a dirty hat, and a grin!

"Thanks, Brandon! Nice doing business with you!" Elise grinned as she reached over him, grabbed the flag and took off.

Brandon was more annoyed at himself than the other two. What am I going to tell Alex and Callie? he moaned as he got to his feet and headed for the beach, defeated.

********

Christopher rubbed his back as he headed to the beach. He stopped for a moment to tell Gordon the situation. "Gordon, mate. I'm out and Alex has the flag."

"Damn!" Gordon swore. "That little...."

Nikki put a hand on his arm. "Don't worry about it. Let's get to Scott's fort and take his flag."

"Okay," Gordon said. "Dom, what's your position?"

"I'm watching Scott's fort," Dom came back. "I don't see anyone here...." Too late, he heard the rustle behind him and felt the sting of the paint ball on his arm.

"Ha! I got you!" Cherie said in triumph.

She scurried back to the fort, while Dom cleared his throat. "Correction. I didn't see anyone there because she was sneaking up behind me. I'm out, Gordon. Good luck with Cherie."

Brandon called to Alex on the way down to the beach. "I'm sorry, little guy. I tried, but Scott got me. And he got our flag." He met up with Dom, who was rubbing his arm. "You're out, too?"

"Yes," Dom said, chuckling. "Cherie's got better aim than you'd think."

********

The group on the beach had grown in size. Covered in primary colors, each of them had a sob story to tell as to why they were down there.

"You too, huh?" Virgil said, looking at the sorry pair of Dom and Brandon.

"Yep." They explained who got them and how, and when John heard that Cherie had 'killed' Dom, he was rolling with laughter.

Even Virgil had to give Cherie credit for that one! "That's my li'l sister!"

Dom and Brandon made themselves comfortable and began the wait for the remaining warriors.

********

Scott and Elise were almost back to their fort when they heard Cherie's shout of delight at having hit Dom. They stopped and crouched down. Scott noticed shadows off to the left. He tugged Elise's arm, pointing left as she turned her attention to Scott. She nodded, indicating she'd seen them.

Gordon and Nikki edged forward, frustrated their comrade was now a 'fallen comrade'. Gordon was already irked because Alex had got his flag, and now Cherie had picked off Dom! Nikki was amused by the whole incident and couldn't help but laugh.

"Stop it! This is serious stuff, ya know!" Gordon whispered.

"Relax, you'll be fine. Just go get her and the flag before Scott gets back!"

As they moved closer, Scott and Elise got an eyeful of who the shadows were. Smiling to each other, they split up, Scott going left towards Gordon, and Elise crawling off to the right, towards Nikki.

While all this was going on, Alex and Callie had approached from another side of the fort. Callie stopped in her tracks, quickly pushing Alex to the ground.

"What? What is it!" Alex fairly bounced around while lying down.

"Oh, this should be good! I can see Cherie, and Nikki and Gordon are trying to sneak up on her."

"I want Gordon!" hissed Alex.

Callie chuckled. "I know you do, Alex, and he's all yours!"


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Cherie kept an eagle eye out for any more enemy fighters. She kept low and moved from side to side of the fort, watching and listening for the slightest noise. Gordon signaled for Nikki to go around the fort on one side while approached the fort from another.

Scott watched this maneuver as he crept through the jungle himself, keeping an eye on Gordon, who was slithering up as close to the fort as he could. In doing so, Scott almost missed Callie, crouching next to a tree, hidden from one point of view, but not from another. He grinned, raised his gun, and fired!

"Ow!" Callie cried as the paintball hit her in the butt. Her outcry drew Cherie's attention and she hurried over to that part of the fort, her gun raised and ready.

********

Nearby, Nikki was having some trouble getting close to Scott's fort. The path she thought she'd found wound its way away from the encampment. She stopped suddenly when she heard the lightest whisper of a rustle behind her. Quickly, she ducked behind a tree.

Elise had seen Nikki duck and changed her direction to backtrack and approach the tree from the other side. Weapon poised and ready, she crept very slowly around the trunk.

CRACK! A twig snapped under Elise's foot and Nikki heard it.

Spinning around, Nikki came almost head to head with Elise. Both girls immediately started firing, and blue and yellow dots soon plastered the tree, They both finally backed away from the tree, each hoping to get a clear shot at the other one, and as both stood their ground, they fired!

"OW!, Man that hurts!"

"Bloody hell! That stung!"

Both hit, and both smarting from their wounds, they both collapsed onto the ground and looked over each other.

"What a mess!" stated Nikki.

"Yeah, yellow just ain't my color!" Elise replied, smiling.

********

Gordon watched as Cherie raised up from behind the fort, at first looking for the source of Callie's cry, then turning as she heard Nikki and Elise shout. Gordon smiled grimly and sighted his sister's upper arm. His finger squeezed on the trigger, but as it did, she turned back toward him and his shot caught her high in the chest, knocking her over.

"Oh, damn," he muttered under his breath as he climbed over the side of the fort. "Are you okay, Cherry?" he asked, putting down his gun and helping her to sit up. The teen had tears in her eyes from the sting of the paintball. "I didn't mean to hit you there, hon. I was aiming for your arm." He took off the bandanna he had tied around his head and tried to wipe off the paint that had spattered on her face.

"I'll be okay," Cherie sniffed.

"Sure you will. Just get down to Mom and she'll fix you up good as new," he said, giving her a little hug. "Look. Elise and Nikki are going down. Looks like Callie is, too. You just go down with them."

Cherie nodded and picked up her gun. The older women saw her come out of the fort and Nikki put out an arm to gather her in.

********

Gordon watched them go, then reached out and grabbed the flag. He was about to leave the fort when he heard, "Hey, Gordy!" It was followed immediately by a red paintball in the side.

Gordon clutched at his side like a mortally wounded ham. "Ohhhh, ya got me!" he said melodramatically as he turned to see Alex, gun in hand and a big grin plastered all over his face, standing a few yards off.

"That's for Cherry!" the boy said as Gordon stumbled around the fort, moaning and clutching his side, then finally falling on the ground, flag still in hand. From behind the fort wall, he grinned, because he had seen something that Alex hadn't: the form of Scott sneaking up behind the boy.

Alex stood triumphantly with his gun raised and a huge smile on his face. "Oh, Alex?" a soft voice called from behind.

Still gleaming from his victory, Alex didn't give it a second thought, just turned when he heard Scott's voice. "Hey, Scott, what's up?"

Scott grinned, and raised up his gun and pointing it straight at Alex, he said, "This!" and fired.

Alex ducked and turned, the paintball hitting him on the left side of his back. "AWWW!!! Ain't fair!" he wailed.

Scott sauntered over and, first removing the flag from a 'dead' Gordon, Scott stood next to Alex and patted him on the back. "Sorry, bud, better luck next time!"

Alex promptly stuck his tongue out at the eldest Tracy offspring. "Aaagghh!" he moaned, staggering around the small clearing, putting on just as much as an over-the-top performance as Gordon had before him. He clutched his side, he clutched his throat, until finally he fell lengthwise on his back in the soft ground cover.

Scott just shook his head as he hefted all three flags. "You two are peas in a pod sometimes. Now, if you're done with your 'Oscar winning' performances, let's get down to the beach. I'd like to enjoy my triumph and then get back for the barbecue."

Alex stuck his tongue out again and gave Scott a raspberry.

Gordon chuckled, and offered his hand to the boy, surprising him by bending over and turning the simple hand up into a fireman's carry. Alex protested at first, then decided that playing dead was more fun.


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Kat noticed them first. "Well, well, well, here comes the winner...I think."

Scott, carrying flags, and Gordon, carrying Alex, approached the now very dry, paint stained group.

THUMP! Alex landed on the soft sand after Gordon tossed him over his shoulder and dropped him to the ground. "Thanks," he said sarcastically. Gordon laughed and ruffled the young boys' hair.

"So, I take it Scott won?" inquired Callie.

"Yes Ma'am!" Scott answered, proudly holding his 3 flags up.

Groans and moans and laughing followed, as the last 'survivors' told their story and Alex did an encore performance of his dying, along with an outstanding impression of Gordon's final exit.

"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, tired, and need a shower!" Elise said. Replies of "Me, too," and "Ain't that the truth," followed as the weary group got ready to head back to the villa for the beach BBQ.

Tyler ran up to Scott and pulled on his hand. "You've got to come see the sand castle that Dad and I made! It's humongous!"

"Okay, Spud," Scott said, still carrying the flags in his hand. Jeff and Dianne watched as Scott admired the structure. "Boy, this is huge! Are you sure just you and Dad did this?"

"Yup. Just us," Tyler said proudly. Scott ruffled his hair, then planted the flags, one by one, in the center of the huge sand castle. "I think that's a fitting decoration, don't you?" he asked.

"Looks good to me!" Tyler said. "Hey, guess what?"

"What, Spud?"

"Mom and Dad said that maybe next year I can do the paintball war, too!"

"Oh, is that so?" Scott asked. "Well, I guess I'd better watch out then, huh?"

"Yep, you'd better watch out!" Tyler said as he and Scott followed the rest of the crew back to Thunderbird Two for the trip home.


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Thursday, April 5, 2068, 9 a.m., Tracy Island

"Are we ready for this?" Dianne asked Brains.

"I believe so. The procedure should not take long. It should be possible to handle everyone today, excepting Alan, of course."

"And my mother, should we decide that she needs one." Dianne sat up on the examining table. "You put mine in and I'll implant yours. Then we can do the rest in groups."

"Yes, with the medical and scientific team first," Brains said. "Tin-Tin and Kat are waiting in the hall."

"The family will be last, unfortunately," Dianne said, grimacing as Brains shot a numbing compound into the outside of her left ankle. "That will give Tyler plenty of time to hide. Hopefully Jeff can come up with something to keep him close to home."

A quick injection, and Dianne's homing implant was done. The tiny chips, implanted subcutaneously, would enable whoever was in Thunderbird Five to keep track of each team and family member in case of emergency.

"That wasn't bad," Dianne said. "Your turn."

Brains took her place on the examination couch, and the round of injections began in earnest.


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Thursday, April 5th, Tracy Island. 9:45 a.m.

Scott leaned casually against the wall outside the sick bay, arms folded, looking at his companions patiently as he waited his turn. Dianne had begun the implant procedures, and she, along with Brains, had decided that to make sure they got everyone, they would call the team members by their respective groups. John had already had his, and Callie was now receiving hers. That would take care of the 'space crew', with the exception of Alan who, being in TB5, would have to wait until he came back dirtside.

The group outside were the 'Pilots': Scott, Elise, Virgil and Christopher. They all stood quietly, waiting to be poked and prodded. Virgil stood opposite Scott, one leg resting on the wall behind him.

"So, Christopher? You decided where you want your implant to be?" he asked.

Christopher looked around, almost nervously. "Well, er, I hadn't really given it much thought, you know. I don't suppose it'll make too much difference as long as it's quick and painless."

Scott chuckled. "Are you afraid of needles, Chris?"

"Well, no, not exactly. I've had my fair share of 'em, being in the R.A.F, but it's not on my top ten list of things I like to do!" He smiled in reply.

All of them chuckled, then Scott asked Elise where she was going to have hers implanted. She immediately replied to all three of them with a wink "That's for me to know, and you to find out!"

This brought more laughter and various joking comments which were suddenly interrupted when Brains burst through the door yelling for Nikki, who had momentarily stepped out of the infirmary. The shocked occupants in the hall were momentarily stunned into silence until Virgil got Brains's attention and suggested he calm down, stop shouting, and maybe try to call Nikki on his communicator.

"Oh... oh, yeah. I'm sorry, Virgil. You're right, that would be a better idea."

"What's wrong Brains?" asked Scott.

Brains turned to Scott, absently adjusted his glasses and mumbled something about Callie 'keeling over'.

"She WHAT?" said Elise, alarmed.

"She fainted," Brains stated.

"Is she going to be all right?" Christopher asked.

"Yes, we think so. Dr. Tracy didn't expect anyone to have this kind of reaction."

During all of this discussion, Elise had the sense to call Nikki on her communicator and as Brains continued with his flustering, Nikki came down the hall.

"Brains, goodness what's happened?"

Brains quickly told her and ushered her into the sick bay.

"Ah, Nikki there you are! Poor Callie just lost it on me!" Dianne chuckled softly.

"I think the needle size scared her, although only a small part of it actually goes into the skin."

"I see, Dr. Tracy. Here let me take care of Callie while you and Brains prepare for your next patients. They are all anxiously awaiting out in the hall!"

"Thanks, Nikki." Dianne replied warmly, grateful for her nurse's help.

Nikki gently wheeled the bed Callie had fainted on into the adjoining room and made her comfortable. It wasn't long before Callie came around, realized what had happened, and began spluttering her apologies and embarrassment at having passed out. Nikki assured Callie that it was okay and nothing to worry about and that it happened all the time. Callie didn't quite believe her, but Nikki was being caring and helpful and Callie liked her a lot.

Dianne opened the door and four heads simultaneously turned her way.

"How's Callie?"

"Is she ok?"

"What happened?"

Everyone's questions came at once, and Dianne held up her hand to hush them.

"Calm down everyone. Callie is fine. She's come to now and Nikki assures us there are no lingering side-effects. Callie apparently has an aversion to needles that she didn't know she had!" Dianne smiled sweetly. "So... who's my next victim... I mean, patient?" she quickly corrected herself.

"I'll do it." Christopher sighed as he stepped forward, looking at each of his fellow pilots as he followed Dianne. They all smiled at him.

"Good luck, old chap!" said Elise as the door closed behind him.

Virgil and Scott were still chuckling about Callie. Elise didn't find it amusing.

"C'mon guys. It's not her fault she passed out! I'm sure none of you were the perfect patients while you were growing up."

That prompted both boys to start in on each other, talking about various accidents and trips to the hospital.

Finally, Elise raised her voice above them saying, "Okay! I'm sorry I mentioned it! Jeez, I didn't mean for war to break out!"

Scott couldn't help but have the last word.

"Well I don't know what all the fuss is about. It's only a small implant, it's not like it's going to be major surgery. I've had more stuff done in the Air Force than this requires, so I can guarantee this Tracy won't be causing a fuss or passing out."
Elise looked at him, remembering all the shots they got in the service.

"Yeah, you're right about that Scott. Every time you turned to look in another direction, those damn medics were poking you with something or another."

The two exchanged knowing smiles, just as Christopher came out.

"Well?" asked Virgil.

"No sweat, mate! Piece of cake!" He grinned at Elise. "You're next, luv!"

"Gee, thanks," she replied and walked into the sick bay.
Minutes later she emerged. Two pairs of very different Tracy eyes looked at her. She looked at each pair in turn and simply said, "No problem!" and walked over to stand next to Christopher.

Dianne appeared once more in the doorway. "Okay, Scott, your turn please." Scott gave a know-it-all look and a smile to the other three and went in.

Virgil turned to the other two as soon as the door closed. "Are you sure there's nothing to this?"

They both laughed. "Virgil, you'll be okay. You'll live to fly another day!" Elise smiled merrily at him. He gave her a 'not impressed' look but his eyes were twinkling!

Scott sat down on the edge of the bed. Dianne was prepping his implant.

"Tell me where you want me to implant this Scott," she said.
Scott told her and she smiled. "Well, I've not put one there today so far!"

"I like to be original!" He grinned.

She rolled her eyes and with Brains watching, she started the procedure.

"OWW!" Scott winced as the small needle pricked his skin.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you. I must have nicked a vein, I don't usually, but I might have."

"No, I'm fine. Just didn't expect it that's all." Scott was a little worried. I've never reacted to needles, so what the hell is wrong with me this time?

Dianne turned back towards him with the implant and the rather large needle casing that held it. Suddenly Scott looked at it and felt his throat closing around him. He shook his head quickly.

"Scott? You okay?" Dianne became concerned.

"W-What?"

"Scott? I asked if you were okay?"

Scott swallowed and as he looked up at her, and the instrument, the walls became black and enclosed around him. The last thing he saw was Brains rushing towards him. Dianne stood there, totally bewildered.

"What the hell just happened, Brains? TWO in one morning?"

"I don't know, Dr. Tracy. Scott usually is fine with needles," the scientist replied as he fussed around Scott, who was out like a light!

"This is not neurosurgery I'm doing here! Oh dear... what am I going to tell his father?"

She looked at Brains with a silly smile on her face. She sighed and asked Brains to move Scott into the room where Callie had been earlier, until Nikki had walked her back to her apartment.

Dianne opened the door... again... and motioned for Virgil.

"Where's Scott?" he asked as he entered the room.

"Over there, with Brains." Dianne pointed but didn't look in the direction of the eldest Tracy son.

"Oh My God! What the hell happened!? Is he okay? What... Why...?" Virgil was becoming clearly upset and went over to Scott.

"Scott can you hear me, it's Virgil. Scott wake up!" The body on the bed groaned as it returned back to the living world.

"Quit shouting, Virg!"

"Scott! You passed out!" Virgil was almost stunned at the words that came out of his mouth. His big brother, his rock, his best friend, his fearless field commander had fainted at the sight of a needle! Scott sat up slowly and looked at Virgil.

"DON'T you even THINK about telling Gordon about this!"

The look on Scott's face was priceless and his brother couldn't help but start to laugh as Dianne approached him with a needle!


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Wednesday, April 4, 12 PM; a space station above the IDL (11 AM on Tracy Island)

Five hundred miles above Earth, orbiting the planet directly over the International Date Line, due west of San Francisco, was an unusual space station. It was a privately owned medical facility, still under construction. Two medical research companies, a pharmaceutical company, two universities and several physicians combined their resources to create this, the first of its kind.

The purpose would be to treat cancer patients. Years ago, it had been determined that the disease spread much more slowly in low gravity. It was reasoned that zero gravity might halt it, or at least slow it enough for treatments to be developed or improved. It would house fifty patients, plus half again that many medical personnel and staff to care for them.

But the opening of the facility was still in the future. The exterior had been finished two months ago, and the interior was slowly taking shape. The six members of the construction crew were just about finished putting in the partitions between the patients' chambers. On another level, some engineers were working on the control panels for the gravity controls of the various levels (they had their level successfully put on 1G), and the oxygen controls. On a third level, more people were working on the facilities for food storage and preparation, and laundry. On yet another level, in a chamber specifically designed and built to hold them, two of the large oxygen tanks - those that had been supplying the personnel aboard with a breathable atmosphere - were being replaced.

Three men were doing this last task. They'd just removed the second empty tank and were allowing it to float away in the null gravity. But it didn't quite go in the direction they wanted it to, and it knocked against one of the full ones, causing it to slam into a bulkhead.

"Whoa! Careful, you guys. We don't need any accidents, especially not in this area," said one of the workers.

"Easy, Paul. We got it. And it looks okay," replied another, giving the tank a quick once-over, then pushing it gently in the direction of the empty niches. "Here it comes, Nick."

"Nice touch, Ken," said the third man, as the tank slipped easily into place. He strapped it in. "Now for the other one."

The second tank was quickly moved to its niche and fastened down. Then they started to hook the tanks up to the coils that fed the oxygen to the various levels on the station. None of them noticed that the tank that had hit the bulkhead had its connectors loosened by the shock. And just as the connection was made, the engineers tested the controls for the oxygen tanks. It only took a small electrical current to initiate any changes in the flow. This time the current caused a shock as it met two pieces of metal rubbing against each other. The resulting spark caused a small explosion that knocked the three men across the room and into the far wall. Then another, larger explosion occurred, and ripped a hole in the bulkhead. The entire station shuddered, and everyone aboard stopped what they were doing.

Communications within the station were immediately abuzz with questions and shouts. The control panels in the engineering section showed the oxygen level dropping far more rapidly than it should. Two of the engineers suited up and headed to the level where the tanks were kept. Twenty minutes later, they reported the situation to the chief.

"Mr. Bailey, it doesn't look too good. One of the tanks is destroyed, three more have holes in them and there's a large hole in the bulkhead Two of the damaged tanks were blasted from their moorings and have partially blocked it. We were able to go in and pull the three men out, but two of them are dead. The third one is still alive, but in bad shape. We need help."

"All right, Mr. Chang. You and Ms. Sanchez do what you can for him. I'll radio Earth and see how soon they can get help up here."

"It had better be soon. I don't know if there's any other damage. The radiation shields are close to this area. I hope the explosions didn't do any damage to them."

Startled, Don Bailey checked the digital gauges. He shook his head as he saw the radiation levels had risen slightly, and were continuing to do so. He made some rapid calculations, then placed the call to their base on the planet.

Another twenty minutes later, he was ready to panic. Their Earth base told him that they had no transport ready to go, and wouldn't for another week. They contacted the WSA, who showed little interest in helping, and said their vehicles were not available. Other spacegoing organizations were similarly disinterested. He heard a noise and looked up to see Ms. Sanchez entering. "Corazon, no one is available, or willing to help. We're stuck here for at least a week, and the radiation levels are rising. The rise is slow, but it is steady, and will reach the danger level long before anyone can come."

"No one on Earth can help, Don?"

"No one."

"What about International Rescue?"

Don slapped himself on the side of his head. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that??" He opened communications once again. "International Rescue. Calling International Rescue. This is Space Station M.C.R.C. calling. We need your help. Come in, International Rescue!"


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Thursday, April 5th, 12 PM; Thunderbird 5

Alan was heading to the kitchen area to make himself some lunch when he heard the call come in. He hurried back to the communications console and opened the channel. "This is International Rescue, reading you five-by-five. Please repeat the name."

"This is Chief Engineer Don Bailey, in the space station M.C.R.C., which is the Multinational Cancer Research Center, currently under construction."

"Ah. Go ahead Mr. Bailey. What is your emergency?"

"Explosions have occurred in the area where the oxygen tanks that supply the station are kept. It blasted a hole through a bulkhead and damaged not only some of the tanks, but one of the radiation shields around our atomic generator as well. Two men are dead and a third is seriously injured and in need of immediate medical attention. Also, the radiation levels are rising and will reach the danger zone in," there was a pause, then, "twelve hours. Our support staff on Earth tell us they cannot have a shuttle come for a week, and no one else can - or will - come. Can you help us?"

"Send me your coordinates, then stand by."

"Thank you. Sending now."

Alan took one look at the coordinates, then opened communications to Tracy Island. "Thunderbird 5, calling Base. Come in, Base."


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Jeff was at his desk in the lounge when Alan's call came in. As the others hurried in, he got the information and made his decision quickly. He informed them of the situation and his choices for who would be going.

"Scott, I want you, John, Brains and Callie on this one. Brains will handle the casualty. I also want you to take extra oxygen tanks, in case they're needed. I've downloaded the coordinates to Thunderbird 3, so get going. The rest of you can stand down."

"Are you sure you don't want me to go, too, Jeff?" Dianne asked.

"Yes, Dianne. I'm certain Brains will be able to handle it."

She turned and said to the scientist, "If there's any chance you can stop by Thunderbird 5, you should take the implant for Alan. But remember, the injured man has top priority."

"Of course. It's a good idea," he replied. "I'll stop by the sick room and get it, then meet the others in Thunderbird 3."

"All right, get it quickly. But do it only if it is feasible," Jeff said.

As the other three crowded together on the couch, Brains said, "Kat and I have already loaded full oxygen tanks on Thunderbird 3 for its next run to 5, so we won't need to take more time to get them."

"Good work. Now, off you go." Jeff pressed the button that sent the couch on its way to the vehicle, and seconds later the other one replaced it. Brains headed down to the sick room.

Less than ten minutes later, the group staying behind watched from the balcony as Thunderbird 3 lifted off and headed towards its rendezvous with the medical space station.


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***Thursday, April 5; 12:30 p.m. (Tracy Island time); Thunderbird Three en route to the MCRC***

Callie could not believe she was heading back into space in Thunderbird Three after being home so short a time from the space station. It's a good thing I was able to see the basketball championship game after getting myself cleaned up from the paintball game, she thought to herself. OW! Sitting down still hurts, though. I'd better not let Scott see it. Aw, heck, I can't think about that now. It's my first rescue where I'm directly involved. I have to be ready to help as best I can.

Scott looked back at Callie. "You ready for this, Ursa?"

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Maverick."

The field commander liked her attitude, despite what happened to her in the paintball game. She's so focused when she's on duty. That must've come from working on the International Space Station. No wonder Dad wanted her on the team.

John said, "We're approaching the station now."

When the station came into view, Scott opened communications. "M.C.R.C, this is International Rescue. We're approaching your station and are going to circle it once, to assess the damage from outside."

Don Bailey heard Scott's voice over the radio. "Okay, International Rescue. Let us know when you're ready to dock."

Scott navigated the craft around the station, then put it into stationkeeping mode, so they could have the cameras show them the damaged areas. "Look," Brains said, as he pointed to the screen. "There's the hole in the bulkhead. And there to the left, the damaged shield. Looks like they need at least three replacement panels. I wonder if they have any on hand."

"We'll have to ask Mr. Bailey when we get there," said Callie. "Our first priority is to get to the injured man."

"Why don't we find out now?" Scott said as he opened communications with the station once more. "M.C.R.C., this is International Rescue. We have assessed the damage and find that you need at least three panels to repair the radiation shield. Do you have any panels on board?"

"Hold on, International Rescue. I'll have to check." Don turned to the computer, pulling up the inventory. "We only have two panels in stock here."

Brains said, "That might be enough to slow down the radiation leak until more can be brought up from their planet based station."

"We'll use them to temporarily repair the damage until more panels can be sent up for more permanent repairs," Scott replied. Have them brought up to where they can be taken out and welded on. And please tell me where we should dock. It should be close to where the injured man is, if possible."

Don said, "We'll make it easier for you. We'll light up the docking area closest to him."

Scott pulled Thunderbird 3 back to see a nearby docking area light up on what appeared to be the center level of the station. He traded places with John, who smoothly eased the craft into place. They heard the sound of a successful link, and prepared to get the rescue underway.

He said, "Okay, team. We've got work to do, so let's get to it."

"F-A-B, Maverick," said John.


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Tracy Island, April 5th. 2.30 p.m.

Kat joined Nikki at the side of the pool, where Brandon was just finishing giving Dom a lesson in scuba diving. They had both been given an examination by Dr. Tracy, who had pronounced them both fit to start scuba diving lessons. Kat had been concerned that the lessons may not have taken place because of the rescue.
She had spoken to Brandon, who assured her that Mr Tracy had said that things carried on as normal, even during a rescue.

Nikki looked excited. "I have always wanted to swim under the sea. There are so many interesting fish and coral to see."

Kat nodded. Just at that moment Dominic's lesson ended and having gone over the lesson with him, Brandon came across to the two young women. "Okay, then, let's start, shall we?"

Both young women stood up and followed Brandon to the far end of the pool where laid out were masks, fins and other equipment needed for snorkeling.

"First, I am going to show you both how to snorkel. It will teach you to breathe under the water."

"Oh, can't we scuba dive today, Brandon?" Kat asked.

"First things first, Kat." Brandon replied. "You need to learn how to breathe under the water, to clear your mask and also to learn certain signals." He handed both Nikki and Kat a mask with a snorkel attached. He showed them how to place the mask on their faces.

"Now," he said, "press the mask against your face, without fitting the strap. Breathe in through your nose, and look down. A well fitting mask will stick to your face. The snorkel attaches to the side."

There was a shout as Gordon approached the trio. "Hey, Nikki, How's your lesson going?"

"Not bad, thanks. Gordon," Nikki called back at him.

"Hey, Brandon," Gordon called. "May we watch the lesson?"

"Brandon?" Kat appealed to him. "I don't think that I want an audience, at least not just yet."

"Come on, guys," Brandon turned to Virgil and Gordon. "Give them some space."

Virgil smiled at Kat, "We'll leave you in peace for your lesson. Come on, Gordon," he said as he grabbed his brother's arm.

"Aww, Virge," Gordon said as, grumbling, he was led away.

"Right, now where were we?" Brandon started again. "Okay, now pull the strap over your head with the snorkel in place. Bite on the two lugs of the mouthpiece; the guard fits between your lips and gums.

Once Nikki and Kat had everything in place, Brandon went on to the next part. "Right. Now get into the pool in the shallow end and just stand. Lean forward from the waist and lower your face into the water, looking down." Both did as they were bid. "Now just get used to breathing through the tube in this position."

Both Nikki and Kat found that it was not as easy as they had first imagined. Kat came up for air, gasping slightly.

"Okay, Kat, try again and just relax." Brandon said calmly.

Eventually both young women were able to have their faces under the water and were breathing fairly relaxed.

"Okay, that's great. Now get out of the water, and I will go through the process of clearing the snorkel. If water splashes into the snorkel, try to blow it out again with sharp puffs of air from your mouth. This may take some practice, but it is an essential part of breathing procedure."

Kat and Nikki got back into the pool, and deliberately allowed water into the snorkel to practice clearing the tube. This was quite hard, and it took quite a time before the two were completely confident about clearing their snorkels. Brandon asked them both once more to leave the pool and showed them the fins. Nikki and Kat put on the fins, and walked, or rather flapped, down to the pool side.

"Now I know how a penguin feels," Nikki laughed. Giggling they both slid into the water.

"Okay, all I want you to do today is to slowly start to fin yourselves across the surface of the water, watching the bottom."

Kat and Nikki slowly began to swim up and down the pool, watching the bottom all the time. After fifteen minutes Brandon told them to get out of the water, as that was all that they were going to do today. Just as they were taking off the fins and masks, Tyler and Alex arrived at the pool, accompanied by Gordon.

"Aww, gee, Gordon, have we missed the fun?" Alex asked.

"You have certainly missed our lesson if that is what you are hinting at as being fun," Nikki replied.

Thank goodness, Kat said to herself.

Both Tyler and Alex ran and jumped into the pool, well and truly splashing Kat and Nikki.

"Right, we can play at that game," Kat remarked as both she and Nikki turned and jumped back in, dunking both brothers.

"Gordon, help!" Alex cried. But Gordon just stood there, "Serves you right, bud" he said laughing. "You did kind of ask for that."

Nikki and Kat got out and grabbing their towels left, but not before Kat shouted back "Come on, Nikki. Let's leave the pool for the juveniles."


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They entered the airlock and Scott tapped on the hatch to the station. When it opened, a man and a woman were there to greet them. The man said, "I'm Don Bailey and this is Corazon Sanchez. Thank God you're here."

"Where is the injured man?"

"This way." As Don took them down the passageway, Scott contacted Alan and had him patch him through to base.

"Base, this is Maverick. We are aboard the medical space station and on our way to where the injured man is."

"F-A-B, Maverick." Scott grimaced slightly as he thought he could hear amusement in his father's voice when he said the code name. "Remember, he is our priority. Get the number of personnel aboard, so we can determine how best to evacuate them."

"F-A-B, Base. Stand by."

Don led them into the control room and indicated where the man was. "His name is Paul Conners. We have the two dead men in the next room. They are Ken Jackson and Nick O'Reilly. The gentleman keeping an eye on Paul is Michael Chang."

"Einstein, check him out."

"F-A-B. Ursa, come with me, please."

As they went over to the other side of the control room, Scott turned back to Don. "I need to know how many people are currently aboard this station."

"Corazon?"

She brought up the roster on the computer. "Including Ken and Nick, there are twenty eight right now."

John and Scott looked at each other. "There's no way we could get everyone off and planetside in time," said John. He immediately contacted base himself. "Base, this is Quasar. We have a negative on evacuation. There are over two dozen personnel aboard. Einstein calculates it will take longer than the estimated time given to dangerous radiation levels for us to evacuate all personnel to Earth or the moon. Replacing some of the shielding will give us more time."

"Our priority is lives, not repairs.

Scott waved to John, indicating he wanted to speak. He had anticipated this reaction from Jeff. "Base from Maverick," he said. "Shield replacement is our best option for optimum survival of all personnel and preservation of the technology." He paused. "Besides, Base, it's not the first time we've prevented a meltdown. I seem to remember a certain nuclear reactor...."

Jeff harrumphed. "Acknowledged, Maverick. But the injured come first. If... uh... Einstein says he's stable enough to wait until you've put up the shielding, then you have the go-ahead. If not, you head back with the patient. As in that other rescue you referenced."

Brains joined the other two, so all could hear what he had to say at once. "Base, this is Einstein. The man is stable, but in critical condition. We need to get him planetside stat. But I have a suggestion. I've been informed that a few of the construction people here have had experience working on the outside of the station. Why don't Quasar and I take the casualty and the fatalities to the station's support base, leaving Ursa and Maverick behind to assist with this phase? We can then return to finish up."

Dianne, who had returned to the lounge to hear this, leaned over and, glancing at Jeff for permission, asked, "Einstein, this is Doc. What is the condition of the casualty?" Brains told her. "Then, I agree; he needs to be transported planetside as quickly as possible."

"All right. Go ahead with that plan. But have the engineers aboard contact their base and tell them to have the panels and oxygen tanks ready to load aboard Thunderbird 3 when it gets there. Might as well do the job right."

"F-A-B, base." Scott turned to the others. "Okay, you heard him. Let's get these men into our sickbay and get going. Mr. Bailey, will you give us the coordinates for your base station and contact them to tell them we're on our way? They'll need to have panels for the radiation shield and the bulkhead ready to load, as well as full oxygen tanks."

"I've already contacted them," Corazon said. "They'll have everything ready and waiting. They want to know your ETA."

Scott told her and she turned back to the console. Brains had returned to help Callie put Paul on the anti-grav stretcher, and they now headed back to the airlock with it. Scott and John, along with a couple of men from the station, went to get the bodies of the other two men. Soon they were in the sickbay and Scott and Callie were ready to return to the station.

"Okay, get the men down there, load up the panels and get back here as soon as possible," Scott said. "I'll help with the repair, and Callie will coordinate, keeping the lines of communication going between here and base."

"F-A-B, Maverick. We'll see you two very soon."

Scott and Callie returned to the station and Thunderbird Three headed back to Earth.


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Scott turned to Don and asked, "Who is your construction boss?"

"Mick Haggerty. I'll get him up here immediately."

Within a couple of minutes, Mick was in the control room. Scott asked, "Mr. Haggerty, do you have any construction personnel with spacewalking experience?"

"Yes, I do. Including myself, there are five of us who have done work in space."

"I want you to contact the others and have them meet the three of us to suit up for the repair work. Also, notify some of the other workers to bring tools and supplies to the airlock area."

Twenty minutes later, Scott, Callie, Mick, and four other men were all dressed in radiation suits.

Callie said, "What do you want me to do?"

"Your job will be to coordinate the procedure from the airlock. You'll also have to keep an eye on us in case of accidents and keep the communications open between us, Thunderbird Three, Thunderbird Five, and base."

"F-A-B, Maverick."

Back on Earth, Jeff heard the communications between Scott and Callie. This is going to be a big test for Callie. It's one thing to help out from Thunderbird Five, but it's different when it's time to be in on the actual rescue. I'm sure she can do it.

Scott, Mick, and the four others checked each other's oxygen tanks and jet packs to ensure the safety of the operation. They went to the airlock next and headed over to the damaged areas.

As they worked on replacing each panel slowly, Callie kept contact with the control room about the radiation levels.

"Thunderbird Three to Ursa," said Brains. "Injured man safe on Earth. We've got the other supplies. How are things going there?"

"So far, so good, Einstein. Maverick's got some help from some of the construction personnel. The first panel has been installed successfully, and they've started on the other."

"Good. Quasar and I are ready to bring the additional panels for the shields, panels to repair the bulkhead, and replacement oxygen tanks."

"F-A-B, Einstein. We'll be ready and waiting for you."

Thunderbird Three arrived as the second panel had been installed. Station crew members met John and Brains at the docking area to offload the much-needed equipment. They took one of the panels to the airlock, where Scott and the others got to work replacing the third panel.

A little over an hour later, they had finished the necessary repairs and returned to the station. Mick took off his helmet and said, "Thank you for your help. We can handle the rest of the repairs from this point."

Callie then spoke into her wristcom. "Ursa to Base and Thunderbird Five. Mission accomplished. Injured man has made it to Earth, and necessary repairs here are complete. Stand down will be at 1700 hours local time, and we'll return to base as soon as Maverick and I have gotten out of the radiation suits."

Jeff spoke from base. "F-A-B, Ursa. Congratulations on a job well done."

Scott and Callie soon joined John and Brains in Thunderbird Three, and they left the medical center a few minutes later.

As they headed back to base, Brains said, "I want the two of you in sickbay, so I can check you for radiation."


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Tracy Island, 4:30 p.m on April 5th

Elise and Nikki were sitting on the patio outside Elise's apartment, enjoying a drink of fruit punch that Elise had made and discussing Scott's birthday.

"That was some birthday," Nikki declared.

"Yeah, I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it, even though we took each other out," Elise added.

"You know," Nikki said thoughtfully. "All these Tracys are so dedicated to rescuing, but they certainly know how to have a good time as well."

Elise nodded. "I still can't get used to the idea that I am going to fly Thunderbird Two at some point in a rescue. It's still kind of scary."

"Oh, I'm sure you will be okay. Virgil's a great teacher; both he and Scott seem to have endless patience. You have only to ask Kat about learning to fly. I think that she is finally getting better."

The opening and shutting of the door to Kat's apartment, made both women look up towards her balcony. Kat came out and seeing them smiled. "Man, I have just been trying to get that paint out of my overalls. Heaven knows what paint they used! It certainly seems indelible."

"Come and join us," Nikki called. "We are just discussing the paintball war and training." Kat joined them and took a glass of punch offered by Elise.

"Who took you out, Kat?" Nikki asked.

"John did. Honestly, I never saw or heard anything until I felt something hit my thigh," Kat answered, sitting in a chair.

The sound of girlish laughter brought Brandon on to his balcony. "Hi, there," he called out, looking down at them.

"Oh, hi, Brandon. Come and join us," Nikki called back.

"Dom's here with Josh," Brandon explained.

"The more the merrier," Elise called back. Soon the two young men and Josh were seated on the patio with Nikki, Kat and Elise. Josh was clutching a small soft toy.

"Hi, little guy," Kat said, kneeling in front of him. "What a lovely teddy." Josh offered Kat the toy and as she reached for it, withdrew his hand with a giggle.

"That's his favourite one," Dom explained.

Brandon stretched his long legs out in front of him. "This is nice. It seems that we never have had the time to just meet and talk. Everything has gone from one thing to another: a rescue, Alan's birthday, another rescue, Scott's birthday, and back to another rescue."

Dominic nodded. "Yes, it has been kind of busy. But I guess that is what we were to expect."

"Not to mention the training in between," Elise added.

"Oh, yes, the training," Kat said.

"I wonder how Callie is getting on in her first rescue?" Brandon asked

"It must feel strange, only just returned from a month in space, and then whoosh! Back into space for a rescue," Elise said. "I think when she comes back, we will have to glue her to her apartment."

"Talking about the rescue," Brandon said smiling. "How about those implants?"

"Oh yes," Nikki laughed. "And Scott fainting." Laughter met this remark.

"Who would imagine that Scott, of all people would faint at such a little thing," Kat added. "Where did you have your implant, Brandon?"

Brandon coloured slightly. "I'd rather not say right now." He looked at Kat. "Where did you have yours?"

"Oh, I just had it in the top of my left arm. No big deal, really." She giggled again at the thought of Scott

"You know, I don't think his brothers will ever let him live that down," Dominic stated, and they all nodded in agreement.

"Somehow, I don't think that we will let him live it down either," Elise added.

"Do any of you have much contact with your families?" Kat asked, then suddenly bit her lip. "Sorry, Elise that was clumsy of me to mention families."

"Oh, it's okay, Kat." Elise smiled.

"Well, I miss mine," Nikki admitted.

"Me too," Brandon agreed with her.

"Well actually," Dom added, with a slight smile. "I have nothing to worry about. My family is here with me." He ruffled Josh's hair.

Kat smiled at him. "Yes, and he is gorgeous. If ever Mrs Tracy is unable to care for him, I would be happy to do so myself."

Dom acknowledged that. "Thanks, Kat."

"Well, all my parents know is that I am working on motor vehicles for a family firm in Kansas," Kat said. "Which is all very well, but my mother keeps asking me about the weather." She rolled her eyes.

"Maybe Mr. Tracy could give us some indication of just what we can tell our parents." Nikki commented, playing peek a boo with Joshua from behind her chair.

Just at that moment, a movement from the top balcony caught their attention as Christopher leaned over. He hesitated and then raised his arm. "Hi there," he called.

"Hi," Nikki called back.

"Come and join us!" Kat shouted up to him.

Conversation paused as Christopher entered. "Hi, everyone," he began nervously. Kat pulled up another chair and Elise offered him a drink.

"We were just discussing how nice it is to actually all sit down, excluding Callie of course, and have a really good discussion," Brandon stated.

"Yes, I must agree," Christopher nodded. "Things have certainly been busy since we all started work for IR." He relaxed and drained his drink in a long, breathless swallow.

Elise stood up and refilled her glass. "Anyone else for a refill?"

Christopher looked at his now empty glass, "Do you have any fruit juice?"

"Sure," Elise answered, "Will orange juice be okay?" She looked around at the others.

"Not for me thank you. I must leave you all," Dominic said, as he bent and picked up Josh. "It's time for a little nap before supper. Goodbye. Say goodbye, Josh." Josh giggled and waved his hands to the little group.

"Well, I must be away as well," Kat said, smiling. "Brains has lent me some manuals for the auxiliary vehicles, and I think he expects me to read them all through before we start maintenance work."

"Well, I'm going to have a workout," Brandon said as he rose from his chair, "Anyone care to join me?" Nikki and Elise nodded and the three headed up to the apartments. Brandon turned to Christopher. "Will you join us?" Christopher smiled and followed the others.


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Jeff tapped his stylus on his chin as he considered the rescue that was wrapping up. I wonder if that space station could use a little help from other parts of the private sector? They have the support of several medical entities, but coming up with better treatments for cancer and perhaps even a cure would be good for the corporate bottom line. Insurance costs alone would drop.

He turned to his computer and began to compose an email. He sent it to his head of manufacturing and flagged it to several other vice presidents as well.

"What are you doing, love?" Dianne asked, coming up to embrace him from behind.

"I'm starting the ball rolling to give this cancer center a corporate partner. Possibly more than one. I think that it's time for Tracy Industries to step up to the plate here.

International Rescue can help in an acute situation like the one we faced today, but some long term assistance might bring this center online a whole lot faster. Once I hear from my vice presidents and head of manufacturing, we'll contact the station and see what their needs are, then see what we can do to help. I also plan to bring some friendly pressure to bear on some of our suppliers as well. This project is a whole lot more vital than most people realize, and if it manages to find better treatments or even a cure, it's worth the small sacrifice we could make."

Dianne smiled, and reached around to kiss Jeff on the cheek. "Ah lahke the way you think, deah."

He turned his chair around, and pulled her onto his lap, planting a hot kiss on her waiting lips. She responded eagerly, and they shared a few more kisses, nearly forgetting where they were.

"Ahem," came a sound from the wall of portraits. The two looked over to see John's live feed picture looking at them wryly. "Base from Thunderbird Three."

"Base here. Go ahead Thunderbird Three," Jeff said mildly, not relinquishing his hold on his wife.

"We are on final approach. Einstein reports that Maverick will need to undergo decontamination protocols."

"What about Ursa?"

"Einstein says her radiation levels are within tolerable limits."

"F-A-B, Thunderbird Three. We will be prepared. Base out."

John's picture became static again, and after another deep kiss, Dianne got up with a sigh.

"Ah'd bettah get the decontamination chamber ready, an' the radiation counter agent." She started out of the lounge, but turned to give Jeff a sly smile. "Later?"

"Later," Jeff said. He winked at her and she blew him a kiss as she left. He sighed, and applied himself to his emails again.


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Brandon followed his three team mates as they went to the workout room. He bantered back and forth with them while his mind recounted the events of earlier that day.

FLASHBACK: Late Afternoon-April 5th, 2068

Brandon walked slowly back to his apartment. He had spent the last two hours in the simulator attempting to learn how to operate Thunderbird Four, and things had not gone well. "Man, do I need more training," he complained as he continued walking. "That session was the worst yet." In two hours, he had managed to crash Thunderbird Four into the ocean bottom numerous times. As he continued walking, he heard Christopher's cheerful voice call out to him

"Hello, Brandon. How has your morning been?" Christopher quickened his pace to catch up with his friend. As he walked next to him, one look at his friend's face told him all he needed to know. "Not so good, I take it."

Brandon rolled his eyes at Chris and kept walking. "You got that right!" he said disgustedly. "I thought the simulator would be easy."

"Give it time. You'll get the hang of it. All you need is a little bit of patience."

Brandon smiled slightly. "It's not easy. Patience isn't one of my strong points."

The two men continued talking until they arrived at their respective apartments. "Don't worry about it. It'll come," Chris said as he turned to enter his apartment. Brandon nodded in agreement and, after saying goodbye to his friend, he went inside his place and sat down on the couch to unwind. He had just decided on a shower and moaned when the phone rang.

"Sorry to bother you, Brandon, but I forgot to tell you something important."

"Oh, what's that?" Brandon asked.

"Doc's inserting the implants. You're the last person in the queue."

"Thanks, Chris. I'll get down there as soon as I freshen up."

Brandon stood in the shower, and as the warm water coursed down his body, he thought about where to put the implant. He considered and rejected several different places, including the upper arm, the shoulder and the small of his back. As he soaped his washcloth and began to wash, a smile crossed his face. That's it. I bet nobody thought to put one there.

Dianne heard a noise and looked up from the notes she was dictating to find Brandon standing inside the door.

"Hello, Brandon. What can I do for you?"

"Hi, Doc. I'm here to get my implant. Is it too late to get it today?"

"No, it isn't too late. Just tell me where you want it and we'll get it done."

He paused, looking quickly around the room to make sure no one was present, save for Dianne, who was amused at his attitude.

"Mister McCain, neither one of us has all day. Just tell me where you want it." Finally, after stalling a bit, he told her.

Dianne chuckled as she remarked, "I've got to admit, that place is one of a kind. Now Brandon," she said to the young man, "I want you to go wait for me by the exam table while I get the injection ready."

"Sure thing, Doc." He did as she asked, while she went to prepare the injection. A few moments later, she returned, two needles in her hand, one small, and a larger one containing the chip.

"All right, we're ready now. All I need you to do is uncover the area."

"Aww, come on Doc. Isn't there another way?"

"No there isn't. Look, the sooner you do this, the sooner we both get out of here."

"Okay," Brandon sighed, doing as he was told. As she took the smaller needle and numbed the area, he put his head down thinking; I sure hope Gordon doesn't catch me like this. I'd never live it down. He felt a sharp pain, similar to a bee sting, followed by a numb sensation that spread farther than he expected.

When Dianne was sure the area was completely numb, she brought forth the bigger needle and injected the transmitter.

"There you go, Brandon. All done."

"Whoa, Doc," Brandon said as he re-covered the area "That was fast. I just wish the numbness would go away as fast."

"Don't worry, it will be all but gone by the time you get back to your place."

Brandon left the sick room, going back to his apartment, and rubbing the spot where the injection had been given. I know it was an inconvenience to have these things implanted, but if it'll prevent a repeat of the North Sea mishap, then it's worth it.


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Kyrano looked at the list in his hand and frowned. One by one, the denizens of the Cliff House had come to him and told him that they weren't going to be at dinner that night. Christopher and Nikki had begged groceries from him and said that they were going to cook dinner for the crew over there.

"Well, Kyrano. How many do we set the table for tonight?" Emily asked as she came into the kitchen, tying on her apron, and followed by the three designated table setters: Cherie, Alex, and Tyler.

"Just for the Tracy clan it seems," Kyrano said, looking up from his list. "Those who live in the Cliff House will be eating together there."

"That's a surprise," Cherie said as she began to take out plates. "Let's see. How many of us are there, anyway?"

"And will Scott and John be able to make it?" Alex asked. "I heard they had to go to the decontamination room."

"There are thirteen of us, counting Lady Penelope," Kyrano said. "Mr. Parker and I will eat in the kitchen as usual."

"I wish you'd just come on out and eat with the rest of us, Kyrano," Emily groused, frowning. "You're just as much a part of this family as anyone."

Kyrano smiled. "This is true, Mrs. Tracy, but since it is part of my job to serve the food, I feel it is better for me to wait on my own meal until all the preparation is complete and dessert is served. I do join the family when Lisa is here."

"I know. I just feel like we're not being fair," Emily complained.

"It is not you or Mr. Tracy who keep me in the kitchen, Mrs. Tracy. I have chosen this," he returned with a gentle reminder.

"Hmph. Well, as long as you don't feel left out, I suppose I need to just accept it," Emily said with a sigh. "In any case, let's finish up our dinner preparations. Then I'll check on Scott and see if we need a tray for him or not."

***********

Down in the decontamination room, a concrete chamber close to the lab, Scott was showering. His contaminated uniform and space suits had been dumped into a barrel full of a special decontamination mixture, and Dianne, wearing a radiation suit of her own, sealed it up until Brains could tend to the clothes. The uniform and space suit would be cleansed and rinsed until there was no trace of radiation remaining, and the fluid used would be added to the waste from the household power plant. This would be further dealt with by the waste treatment plant, situated in a lava-carved cavern a half mile from the main complex.

Scott used a special soap that would break down the radiation on his skin and hair. He tried to ignore the presence of his stepmother in the shower room, attempting to think of her as the family doctor instead of "Mom". Her own serious and professional manner helped to foster this view of her. Still, he blushed as he turned around to let the suds in his hair run down his back and ended up facing Dianne. Fortunately, she was busy with some medical equipment, including a syringe of radiation counteragent.

Scott turned off the water, and began to dry himself off. He approached Dianne gingerly, knowing what was coming, and not liking it very much.

She motioned to him. He sighed and moved closer, sticking out his hip and part of his buttock while trying to cover his privates. Dianne wiped a spot with the swab, then jabbed the sharp needle in deep, pressing down on the syringe. Scott winced, but didn't watch. She watched carefully for signs of his earlier faint. But though he uttered a barely audible, "Ouch!", he seemed to take the injection in stride.

"Okay, Scott. You're done. This will take a bit of time to get into your system. Go into the dressing room and get a gown. Then to the sleeping room. Tin-Tin's waiting there to put on the auto nurse."

Once Scott was safely beyond the confines of the decontamination room, she checked the radiation levels in the room itself, then stepped out of her own suit, putting it in its own bucket of solution, and stepped into the dressing room to don her own clothes again. The Geiger counters in the dressing room didn't react to her presence, so she knew that the radiation suit had done its job in protecting her.

"We're going to have to make some changes in that room," she murmured. "Now that we have a female astronaut..."

In the sleeping room, one of the four beds was now occupied. This room was only used in case of radiation exposure and poisoning and was not part of the sick room suite. The auto nurse equipment was up and running, monitoring the levels of radiation within Scott. The levels were more than she liked to see, but not enough to poison or cause radiation sickness. Even now, they were going down as the drug took affect.

"I may see to it that Callie gets a shot, too," Dianne murmured. "Her levels were borderline."

"My father wants to know if Scott will be joining us for dinner," Tin-Tin asked.

Dianne looked at her watch and the levels in the Scott's system and nodded. "I think so." She gazed at Scott and gave him a smile. "Now, you get some sleep. I'll wake you in an hour and a half or so."

"Okay, Doc," Scott said, yawning. One of the side effects of the drug was drowsiness, and it had been decided long before Dianne came on the scene that the treated patient should be encouraged to sleep it off.

Dianne tweaked his blankets then went into the office. Decontamination could be a tricky thing, and she was always on hand when her family was going through it. Afterward, she and Brains would scrub everything down with anti-radiation fluid. Perhaps it's time to get Nikki and Dom involved in this. They need to learn it and many hands make light work. I'll talk to them now and set it up for after supper. At that thought she raised her arm and called upon her nurses, making plans for them to learn something new about their job with International Rescue.


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Tracy Island, March 5th, 8.00 p.m.

Jeff looked at his wife and sons, together with Brains and Tin-Tin, seated at the table. It had been nice to have just a family meal together once more. The three youngest Tracy children had been allowed to leave, and Emily excused herself as well, but Jeff had said that he had wanted to talk to his wife and his older sons as well as Brains and Tin-Tin.

"Kat has asked permission for herself and a few of the others to go shopping on the mainland," he began "I did mention that one of you could fly them there. However, she intimated that maybe Christopher or Dominic could fly them. I have no problems with that at all."

"No, especially as we all have had our implants." Gordon remarked, glancing innocently at Scott. "We will be able to track them easily, if they should get lost."

"Which leads me on to another point, and the reason for this discussion." Jeff continued. "I would like some feedback from everyone as to the progress of the new recruits' training."

"Well, from my point of view," Dianne remarked. "I have no problems with either Nikki or Dom. Both have proved themselves highly capable, but," and she looked at Brains, "this last rescue has proved that we need another medic, or even two, to be able to work in space."

"Brandon is teaching Dom to scuba dive, with an eye towards learning something of what it's like to be in space," Gordon reported. "He also is beginning to train Nikki and Kat." Jeff nodded, and Gordon continued. "He is working with me in the Thunderbird Four simulator, too. He's had a rough start, but I think he'll improve with practice."

Brains took his glasses off to polish them. "Kat and I have been working on the auxiliary vehicles. However," and he replaced his glasses. "I think that she too should learn to work in space. After all, there have been times when I have had to go to Thunderbird Five."

"Kat will need a lot of very intensive training before she is ready to work in space, perhaps a bit too much. Being a mechanic isn't rocket science. Thunderbird Five is," Tin-Tin commented.

"Callie should have some time to work with Brains and Tin-Tin in the lab, so she can take some of the workload from them," Dianne added thoughtfully. "She will need more rescue-oriented training, as well as some basic first aid training."

"Not only that, but she needs some simulator training to prepare her should something go haywire up there," John added. "She knows how to do the job and handle the communications, but she didn't have time to learn all the systems and how they work."

"Elise is beginning to get more confident with Thunderbird Two in the simulator," Virgil said. "Although she still needs plenty of reassurance that she will be able to handle such a big craft."

"How is Christopher doing in learning to fly Thunderbird One?" Jeff asked Scott.

"He's coming along very well." Scott answered. "He is very conscientious, and understands what he is told. He will be an excellent second pilot."

"All right, then. It sounds like things are coming along. Carry on training Nikki and Kat to scuba dive, Gordon. Brains, Tin-Tin, give Callie some time in the lab. Scott, Virgil, see what she needs to learn to make her ready for planetside rescues. As far as Kat working in space is concerned, I think she has enough on her plate right now with flight and scuba training and learning to maintain the auxiliary vehicles. Not to mention maintaining our planes and boats, which is what we originally hired her for. The rest of you continue with the others as you have been doing, and let me know if anything else is needed."

Jeff rose from his seat, and collecting his crutches, began to hobble out of the room. Dianne joined him and together they left. "You know, Di?" he said. "I was a bit hesitant when it was suggested that I should increase my team. But we've found some good people." Dianne nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile back in the dining room, Scott was talking to his brothers. "So, now that I've had my little nap, what do you want to do with the rest of the evening?"

"Well, I for one am going to play a game of pool. Anyone care to join me?" Virgil looked around.

"Yep, I'll join you," John replied.

"Me too," Scott and Gordon added.

"I'm going to do some more work on Braman," Brains said. "Are you coming to help, Tin-Tin?"

"No, thank you, Brains, I am going to have a swim and then relax by the pool," Tin-Tin replied.


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Tuesday, March 5, 2068, 10 p.m., the Cliff House, Tracy Island

Callie sat out on the balcony in a lounger, staring up into the clear night sky. She didn't turn when a rustle announced that someone had sat down in the lounger beside hers.

"Hey, Callie," said a familiar voice.

"Hey, Elise," Callie replied.

"What's up?"

Callie sighed, a deep sigh of contentment. "The stars. I've never seen them so clearly from Earth before. The lack of light pollution makes this an ideal place to stargaze. Looks like I'll have to brush up on my southern hemisphere constellations, though."

"Maybe John could help you with that," Elise said as she turned her own face to the sky.

"I'm sure he could. He must be really used to seeing these stars."

There was a moment of silence between the two women. Only the sound of the breakers could be heard, and that faintly.

"That was some dinner wasn't it?" Elise ventured.

Callie chuckled. "Sure was. That Chris is a good cook. Too bad Nikki and Dom got called away to help Doc with the decontamination."

"Yeah, and too bad Brandon was the one who got roped into helping Chris. He seems to be all thumbs in the kitchen."

"I would have helped if someone had mentioned it to me," Callie said.

"No, they weren't going to ask you because you'd just been out on a rescue," Elise explained. "And when they asked me, I said, 'No'. It's not that I can't cook, it's that I can't stand to have help in the kitchen. Either I do it by myself or not at all."

"Hmm. I'll keep that in mind," Callie replied drily. Another long pause and then she spoke again. "It was nice of Kat to keep Josh while Dom was helping Doc."

"Yeah," Elise said, nodding. "She seems to get along well with that little boy. I'm glad though that they were back in time to eat. I'd hate to have to feed Joshua. He gets so messy."

Callie laughed. "Par for the course, Elise. Kids that age always eat messily."

Elise looked over at her companion. "How come you and Brains didn't have to go through radiation decontamination?"

"We didn't get anywhere near the reactor like Scott did," Callie explained. "I was glad to see that they've got a good procedure for decontamination. It's faster than any I've ever heard of."

They were silent again for a bit, then Elise asked, "What's on the agenda for you tomorrow?"

"Training in the simulator on Thunderbird Five's systems. I have to learn how to track down faults and learn to repair them for when I'm on my own. You?"

Elise made a face. "More simulator training with Virgil on Thunderbird Two. Man, that guy is a perfectionist! Especially when it comes to his 'baby'. Sometimes I think I'm never going to please him."

"You'll get it eventually," Callie reassured her. "You wouldn't be here if Mr. Tracy didn't have faith in your abilities."

"I'm glad he does. I wouldn't think he'd have much faith in me after... you know."

"I think that's why he does have faith in you. He saw you in an emergency situation and knows what you're capable of."

It was Elise's turn to sigh. "Well, they do say that any crash you walk away from is a good one. And I at least managed to walk away."

"And he'll be walking good as new any day now," Callie reminded her.

"Yeah, he will." They sat quietly for a time, then Elise asked, "So, what can you teach me about these constellations without brushing up on them?"

"Well, that one over there, you see the four points of light? That's the Southern Cross..." Callie began to show Elise the constellations and tell her the stories behind them as a slight wind ruffled their hair and the exhausting day came to a close.


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