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From: Tawnyangel22 Sent: 6/17/2006 10:28 AM
The senior bodyguard was beginning to feel concerned. It had been some time now since he had last seen the dull grey of shadowed fuselage, and had heard the powerful engines. He began to have doubts as to whether their plane had in fact been seen. He moved to relieve his cramped limbs, and suddenly realised that he needed to answer the call of nature. Not daring to move, he turned his head to see how the other passengers were.
The Queen's maid had finally regained consciousness. She looked around her, fear in her eyes.
"Bahn," she called to the bodyguard, "Her Majesty. Is she alive?"
Bahn nodded his head. "Yes, everyone has survived except the two pilots."
"Then I must go to her." In her confused state she tried to push past a member of the Thai press, who luckily, hadn't been very badly injured. He was busily writing up the events, thinking to himself that this would be a great story. Her sudden movement knocked his laptop into the aisle.
"Foolish woman! Stay where you are!" he said. "This plane is very unstable. We have landed in the upper canopy of the jungle."
The maid slumped back into her seat; she had never felt so sick or frightened in all her life.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe inside the cabin. With not even a breeze to freshen the air coming in through the broken windows, it was hot and stuffy. In addition to that, there was an overall stench of sweat, blood and vomit.
"No more sightings?" the King called to the bodyguard.
"No, Your Majesty," Bahn replied.
One of the translators was peering out of the window. Something had moved; he focused on the spot. It had looked like? No, he felt he was imagining it.
Suddenly Solada began to cry as she vomited over one of her male colleagues, who let out a vehement curse.
"I'm so thirsty," she croaked. "Please, may I have some water?"
Amongst the glasses and other debris strewn across the floor, were bottles of water. The male member of the cabin crew picked up a bottle and handed it to Solada, before passing more back to the other passengers.
"Here, drink this, but only take little sips."
As she took the bottle from him, she gasped and pointed to the window. "There's someone looking in!"
"You're hallucinating, Solada," Pairat, the King's secretary, called out. "How can anyone be looking in through the window; we are a long way from the ground."
"I'm not hallucinating," Solada insisted. "Look! Over there!"
All the occupants craned to look where she was pointing. Yes, there was someone looking in the window. They didn't understand how anyone could be there, but the fact that they were there meant that they had been found.
"This is International Rescue," John called out to them. "Please remain calm; we're working on getting you out of here."
Everyone cheered, trying to resist the temptation to move.
"We are saved!" Bahn cried out with relief.
The translator settled back in his seat; he knew now that he hadn't imagined seeing someone in the foliage.
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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/17/2006 3:49 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 11:10 a.m., the Danger Zone, (3:10 p.m. Tracy Island)
"Thunderbird Seven to Maverick." Nikki's voice rang in Scott's ear. "We're approaching your position."
"F-A-B, Seven. We'll be down to meet you in a moment."
"F-A-B."
He tapped his ear comm and said, "Quasar and Cousteau from Maverick. How is your recon going?"
"I'm just about finished," Gordon replied.
"Done and ready to make my recommendations," John said.
"Then meet me at Seven."
"F-A-B," they both replied.
Scott alighted near the Mobile Crane, turning off his jet pack just as Seven lowered its landing gear and cut off the hoverjets. John and Gordon joined him and the trio moved toward the medical unit as the cockpit door opened. Dom and Nikki climbed out, followed by Dianne, who hollered, "You stay put!" over her shoulder.
Scott grinned. "Virgil giving you trouble?"
"Not at the moment," she replied with a sigh. "But earlier, yes." At Scott's questioning look, she added, "His leg is badly bruised but not broken. Still, it's gonna hurt like hell for a good while, and he's grounded until further notice."
"I bet he took that well," Scott said, snorting a laugh. He stopped for a moment as his earpiece crackled to life.
"Maverick from Ursa; I'm checking in."
"Maverick here, Ursa; what's your status?"
"I'm getting near to the second wing. There are vines all tangled up down here, though. I'll have to find a way around them."
"F-A-B. Keep in touch. Maverick out." He turned toward the small group. "So, let's get cracking on some plans."
Gordon took off his helmet and swiped his arm across his brow, then passed his gloved hand through his sweaty hair. "I thought at first we might rig a sling around the fuselage, but that's a no-go. The trees are too crowded in around the plane to do that."
"I agree," John stated. He too removed his helmet, and shook his head vigorously, sending drops of warm sweat flying, much to the disgust of some of the others.
"Hey, stop that!" Nikki cried, holding her hands up as protection. "You're not a dog!"
"Oh, sorry about that!" John stopped and pushed his own hair out of his eyes. "I did make contact with the people inside. Several voices answered, but I couldn't tell how many."
"Good," Scott said. He turned to Dianne. "There are at least two fatalities. The pilot and copilot are definitely dead." Glancing at the others, he continued. "The nose portion is lower than the tail and the whole thing is tilted toward one side. There's no way to get the plane out of its current position intact."
"Then how will we get the passengers out?" Dom asked.
"We're going to have to stabilize the plane, then send you people in. We can use the Mobile Crane to transport people down to the ground level," Scott explained.
"How do you intend to stabilize it and get us inside?" Dianne asked.
"Well," Gordon ventured, "we can secure the tail of the plane to the trees behind and around it. That should keep it from falling further forward."
"Yes," Scott said. "Then we can lash the trees around the nose together with cable and keep it from moving downward. Between the two secure points, we should be able to get you medics in, and the people out safely."
"As long as the tail holds," Dianne reminded them.
"I think it will," Gordon said. "The fuselage is actually in fairly good shape. Battered and dented, but in one piece."
Scott glanced around at his team. "All right, here's the plan. Gordon, you and Dom go back to Two and pick up some cable. Load it into one of the hover bike trailers and come back on the bikes. They should be maneuverable enough to get here quickly." He grinned at Nikki. "How's your head for heights, Nikki?"
"Fine," she replied. "What do you want me to do?"
"Take Gordon's jet pack and go up to the plane with John. Try to find out how many people are alive up there, how many are injured, and a general sense of what the injuries are. That way we can be prepared for them down here."
"F-A-B," she replied, smiling.
"What do you want me to do?" Dianne asked, as Gordon took off his jet pack and helped Nikki to put it on. She took his helmet, too, as hers wasn't available to her.
"Ride herd on Virgil is one thing. You know he'll try and get up to help," Scott replied. "Prepare for the people in the plane, and keep an ear out for Callie. She's supposed to report in every five minutes since she's out there on her own. I'm going to take One up far enough to relay our status and plans to Five and base. I'll be back as soon as I can."
"And what if she doesn't report in? Then what?"
"Either send someone after her or go after her yourself," Scott replied. "And make sure you're armed."
"F-A-B," Dianne replied with a nod. "I'll do it." She paused. "We did make contact a little earlier with Five. It was garbled, but I think we managed to impress on them the fact that Virgil was injured and his current status."
"That's good news," Scott said. "At least they're not totally in the dark." He glanced around. Gordon and Dom had already started off toward the clearing where the Thunderbirds were parked. "Wait up!" he called. They stopped, and he nodded at John and Nikki. "Be careful up there."
"We will be," John said. He nudged Nikki, and they moved over toward the Mobile Crane. John gave Nikki a word of instruction, then they both rose slowly into the thick, humid air.
"I'll let Callie know to report to you," Scott said. Dianne nodded, and he went off to join Dom and Gordon. Dianne stood outside, watching the two who were wearing the jetpacks disappear into the upper canopy.
"Ursa from Maverick."
Callie stopped, getting her bearings. The gleam of the wing was off to her left. She sighed, and wished she'd thought of bringing a machete. She tapped her earpiece. "Go ahead, Maverick."
"I'm taking One up top to relay our situation to Five and base. While I'm gone, I want you to check in with Doc just as you have been with me." Scott ducked under a vine. "Check in with her now to let her know you've received my instructions. She's expecting your call."
"F-A-B, Maverick. Ursa out."
Scott sighed. He hated splitting his team up like this, but he could see no other way to deal with the many tasks they had before them. Stabilize the plane, first, then get the people out. After that, we can work on the mystery of the communications jamming, and what brought the plane down in the first place.
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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/18/2006 7:47 PM
Back on Tracy Island, Jeff paced around the lounge, wondering if the team was safe. He walked to the line of portraits, almost willing the interference to clear up. Damn it, If we don't get communications up soon, we may lose more lives. After a few seconds, he resumed his nervous pacing.
Feeling tense, Elise turned to Kat and whispered, "This is not good."
"I know," Kat replied, nervously tapping her foot. "I hope they're okay. I hate not knowing what's going on."
"I know what you mean, Kat. Usually, when we're out in the field we have a handle on things."
Sitting next to Kat and Elise, Brandon was in deep thought. Man, I wish I were out there instead of stuck here doing nothing. He thought about the rescues he'd been on and the rush they gave him. Sitting on the sidelines was something Brandon wasn't used to doing. He looked at Jeff and wondered how he could stay relatively calm amidst all the chaos of the rescue mission.
As if reading his mind, Kat turned to him asking, "How does he do it, Brandon, how does he stay so calm?"
Brandon leaned over to Kat and whispered, "I don't know, but I'll tell you one thing. I'd be going absolutely nuts if I were in his place."
Going back to his desk, Jeff pressed a button, contacting the lab, hoping for an update from Brains. After a few minutes, he broke the connection, disappointed that the news wasn't what he had hoped for. However, knowing both Brains and Alan were doing the best they could kept his hopes up. It's not the first time we've had to go blind. He turned around and watched the radio console, a small smile playing across his face. It's not the first time we've had to go blind. They've done it before and I know they can do it again.
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1944 is a reply to message #1943] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 20:42 |
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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/18/2006 8:32 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 11:45 a.m., the Danger Zone, (3:45 p.m. Tracy Island)
"Thunderbird Five and Base from Thunderbird One. Come in, Thunderbird Five and Base."
Alan breathed a heavy sigh of relief and almost jumped over to the communications console. On the island, Jeff sagged with relief and the others smiled and cheered when Scott's portrait became active.
"Thunderbird Five here, go ahead Thunderbird One," Alan replied.
Scott winced as his younger brother's tenor voice was mixed up with his father's bass one calling, "Base here, go ahead Maverick," in his ear.
"Have you found a way around the signal jamming?" Jeff added.
Scott shook his head. "Negative, Base. I've taken One into the air and past the jamming field to communicate with you."
"Understood," Jeff said. "What's your status?"
"The king's plane has come down nose first in the upper canopy of the jungle. There doesn't seem to be any way to safely get it out of the trees, so we're going to secure it as best we can and send the med team inside to treat and extricate the passengers."
"What's the status of the passengers?"
"We're still working on find that out, base. We do know that the pilot and copilot are fatalities, and that a number of the passengers are alive. How many, we're not sure of yet." Scott made a face. "We really haven't gotten as much done other than a recon of the situation, but since our communications have been so bad, I thought you should get an update."
"Understood." Jeff paused, then asked, "What happened to Van Gogh and how is he?"
"One of the wings fell when we first arrived at the Danger Zone. It was headed for me, and he tackled me, pushing me out of the way. The wing brought down a good number of branches, one of which fell on his leg." Scott let a frustrated breath out through his nose. "Fortunately, Doc says his leg is only badly bruised, not broken. She's grounded him for the time being."
"I bet he's giving her hell for that," Alan commented.
"Can the commentary, Indy," Jeff growled. He turned his attention back to Scott. "Anything else we should know?"
"Ursa is checking the wings for that experimental fuel. I think we're fortunate that it didn't catch fire. I left Angel and Quasar to ascertain the conditions of the passengers, and Dak went with Cousteau to bring some cable to the site. When I return, we'll start work on securing the plane."
"Sounds like you have things under control, Maverick. Einstein and Indy are working to try and break through the jamming field, with limited success." Jeff paused, then asked. "How are communications at the site itself? Do your comm links work?"
"Yes, they do. We have no trouble communicating within a short range."
"Good. Continue operations as you have, and report in this way every hour. Apprise us of any emergencies or changes as soon as possible, and notify us when you're ready to leave."
"F-A-B, base," Scott said smartly. "We will need a hospital to take these people to."
"I'll contact one of the hospitals in Kuala Lumpur," Alan told him. "When you're ready to leave, I'll be able to give you coordinates."
"F-A-B, Thunderbird Five." Scott looked relieved. "It's been hard to be out of touch, base."
"It's been hard here, too, Maverick," Jeff admitted. "I'm glad you came up with a solution of sorts."
"I'd better get back to the Danger Zone. The king and his party await."
"F-A-B," Jeff said. "Good luck."
"Thanks, base. Thunderbird One, out."
His portrait went static again, and the people in the lounge looked at each other. The weight of not knowing was lifted somewhat, and everyone felt better. Jeff stood.
"I think I need to stretch my legs. I'll be back in a few minutes." He glanced at Brandon. "Brandon, you have the desk."
"M-Me?" Brandon stammered.
"Yes, you," Jeff replied. "You can handle it for a few minutes. Notify me if anything important happens."
"F-A-B," the aquanaut replied, still stunned.
Jeff left the room, stretching his legs and thinking, Time to pay a visit to the lab and see how Brains and Tin-Tin are doing with this jamming puzzle.
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Sat, 28 July 2012 20:46 |
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[/color]From: Tikatu Sent: 6/19/2006 1:26 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 4 p.m. local time, Tracy Island (Noon, the Danger Zone)
"Do you have a handle on the jamming yet, Brains?" Jeff asked after a few moments of watching the engineer at work.
"No, Mr. Tracy." Brains shook his head in frustration. "It seems to be more of a, uh, signal deflector, one that uses a multiphasic frequency variation. Signals from the outside can't get, uh, inside the field; signals from below can't get out. However, signals within or without can be, uh, detected" He sighed. "I don't know high the, uh, field extends, or how large an area it encompasses. If I knew that, I might be able to find the, uh, epicenter."
"We just heard from Scott. He took Thunderbird One up in order to call us. He says that local communications are fine; the team can talk to each other."
"That goes a long way to, uh, proving my theory, Mr. Tracy." Brains frowned behind his glasses. "If AAlan can try to bounce a signal off of the jamming field, we could get an idea of how large an area it, uh, covers. We could determine where the epicenter is, and try to disrupt the field from there."
Jeff nodded, but he frowned. "I'm more concerned with the actual rescue right now, Brains, but have Alan work on your idea anyway. Do you think that the signal jamming and the plane going down are connected? Could one have caused the other?"
"Our vessels had no trouble getting to the Danger Zone," Brains reminded him, "but they are in the midst of the communications blackout. I'd, uh, venture that the two phenomena are, uh, unrelated."
"I don't like that, Brains," said Tin-Tin, who had been listening intently. "I don't like the implications."
"How so, Tin-Tin?" Jeff asked.
Tin-Tin walked over to the computer. "It seems that a number of flights have gone down in this particular region. Not only small planes, but other groups, in ground based vehicles, have also disappeared. Yet, the Thunderbirds reported no trouble before entering the communications black out; not even turbulence that would suggest a more natural cause. Scott was able to fly Thunderbird One without trouble, yes?"
"He didn't mention having any," Jeff replied, thoughtfully stroking his chin. "He would have told me if the 'Birds were malfunctioning."
Tin-Tin nodded. "My theory is that someone is controlling whatever force is bringing these planes down, and cut it off when our vessels approached." She looked up at Jeff with a grave expression. "It is almost as if they wanted the Thunderbirds there, and in one piece."
There was an uneasy silence in the lab, then Jeff took in a deep breath and let it out through his nose. "I'll take that under advisement, Tin-Tin, and warn Scott the next time he makes contact. Keep working on the communications problem; we've got to have a way to talk to our people real time."
"F-A-B," Brains replied.
"Yes, Mr. Tracy," Tin-Tin responded.
Jeff stayed a moment more, then turned around and headed out of the lab. As he took the monorail back to the elevator stop, he thought, Someone is taking a great deal of care to hide something within that area of Malaysia. I wonder who... and why.
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From: TracyFan4Ever Sent: 6/19/2006 2:31 PM
After receiving her instructions from Scott, Callie contacted Dianne. "Ursa to Doc, I just wanted to check in with you. I'm investigating the wing now."
"F-A-B, Ursa," said Dianne. "Watch yourself. Doc out."
Walking around the other wing, Callie checked for any signs of the fuel. She could already smell the odor from the fumes. "Yuck! How acrid could that get? Then again, this is experimental fuel, not a bed of roses." Taking out the chromograph, she watched for any readings to appear. When the device started lighting up, she said, "Ah, there's something here. At least I know the fuel's more evident." She walked to the side of the wing with the tank and saw a steady trickle falling from the tank. "Finally, I can get all the components of this stuff."
The Hood kept a close eye on her. Excellent. She has become absorbed in her work. I will wait until she has finished collecting her information, and then I will get what I want from her.
She knelt down and placed the chromograph under the hole where the liquid came from. "This is an interesting combination," she said to herself. "I wonder how they were able to mix in the alsterene safely, though? That's never been safe in a fuel mixture up until now." Her watch chimed, telling her it was time to check in with Dianne. "Ursa to Doc. I've got the components of the experimental fuel. It consists of ethanol EA-85, hydrogen, vegetable oil, and alsterene."
Dianne was surprised by one part of the mixture. "Alsterene?" From what I remember reading the logs, that's the chemical which mixed with the OD-60 and caused problems for the two Ocean Pioneer ships a couple of years ago. "Are you absolutely certain?"
"Yes, Doc, I'm positive." She then moved the chromograph onto the ground. "I'm detecting increases of hydrogen and alsterene in the ground, and I see the ground already changing from green to black."
"Is there any way to reverse the effect?"
"Unfortunately, no. Because this is a new mixture, there really isn't anything we can do to neutralize it, at least not right away." Putting away her chromograph in her belt, she took out a couple of test tubes. "I'll gather some liquid and soil samples to give to Einstein. Maybe he can come up with some answers when we get back."
"F-A-B, Ursa."
As a cloud covered the sun, the Hood smiled with wickedness. Now is the time. He started walking toward Callie, his steps silent.
Another chill going down her back because of her snake encounter earlier, she mustered her inner strength and gathered four samples. "There we go. Brains will get two liquid samples and two soil samples. I know he'd be interested in knowing how they got the alsterene into the mixture safely. We also need to see if we can neutralize it if it poses a fire hazard in during a rescue."
As she put the four test tubes into her belt, she felt her hair stand on end. There's something behind me... please, not another snake! She quickly stood up and turned around. "Hey, who are you?" she asked when she saw a man standing in front of her.
She was about to contact Dianne when the Hood's eyes started glowing with an eerie yellow light. "You will look into my eyes, my dear."
***
"Stupid vines!" Dominic had gotten the hoverbike tangled only a couple of times in the dense jungle vines, but it was enough to slow him down temporarily upon returning to Thunderbird Seven.
He was still muttering under his breath as he entered the medical cabin, and Dianne raised an eyebrow. "Vines. I hate vines," he said.
"It's not so much the vines as the snakes you need to worry about," Dianne said, before glancing back down at her comm watch, her mouth set in a straight line. "Hmm."
"What's up?" Dom asked.
"Callie was supposed to check in a few minutes ago. She hasn't been late so far."
"I'll go look for her," Virgil commented, trying to get up from the biobed.
"You stay right there, mistah," Dianne said, pinning him with a glare. "Ah'm not gonna tell you again." She turned her eyes on Dom. "Go and have a look foah her, Dak. Ah jus' don't like the ideah of her bein' on her own an' not respondin'."
"F-A-B, Doc," Dom said. As he started walking out, though, he realized, "Wait a minute, we don't have Thunderbird Five to help us determine where she is. Indy couldn't get the sub-dermal transmitter signal to us, even if he wanted."
Virgil nodded. "And with no Mobile Control this time, I'll have to give you directions to the wing she's checking... since one of the tree branches near it did get my leg."
Dom chuckled lightly, but listened carefully as Virgil gave him directions to the wing, and hopefully Callie.
***
Unable to resist his hypnotic gaze, Callie's arms simply went limp as she stood in an entranced state, staring into his eyes.
"You cannot resist me. I want the names of your fellow members of International Rescue."
The more Callie tried to resist, the more powerful his glow became. "I...I...Big Mac, Doc, Dak, MGM, Angel, Frankie, Quasar--"
"No, foolish girl!" he said angrily. "I want real names, not ridiculous code names! In fact, I want you to tell me your real name first."
She tried to keep quiet, but the Hood's eyes became even brighter. "Do not resist me! Your will is weak compared to my powers!"
Riding the hoverbike, Dominic was following Virgil's directions to the wing Callie was investigating, but so far hadn't come across her. This is weird, he thought. I've got a bad feeling...
Eventually, when he passed a clump of dense foliage, she came into view. Instead of relief, however, a surge of panic mixed with rage set his heart pumping. There was a man in front of her, and there was something about his physical appearance that sounded a mental alarm. A cruel face, bald, bushy eyebrows... When Dominic saw his eyes glowing yellow, the penny dropped. That must be the Hood! It snapped him out of his momentary stupor, and he suddenly jumped off the hoverbike.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he screamed, jumping over some half-covered vines.
The man's eyes suddenly lost their glow as they swung away from Callie, and for a moment Dom thought he was going to turn them on him. However, as the nurse got closer, the man seemed to lose face, and instead bolted into the jungle.
Dominic kept running, and was gaining ground, before he stopped short and turned to look backwards. I can't leave Callie like this...and what if he - the Hood? - has accomplices? As he looked forward again, the man disappeared into the dense foliage, and Dom sprinted back to Callie. "Ursa! Are you okay?"
She still stood limp, and she didn't seem to acknowledge Dom's presence. "Maverick... Doc... Indy... Big Mac... I... I... oh, my God, I..."
"Ursa, snap out of it. Ursa? Callie? Can you hear me?"
"Sc-Sc-Maverick... K-K... MGM... no... no..."
Dominic grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Callie, can you hear me?"
He shook her again, and her eyes focused on his face for a moment. "Dak? Oh, my God... that... that..."
Her eyes slipped out of focus again, and Dom caught her as she slumped forward. "Doc from Dak."
"Go ahead, Dak. Did you find her?"
"Yes. I'm coming back with her now. Get some smelling salts ready. I'll explain everything when I get back."
"F-A-B." Dianne's voice sounded tight.
Dominic tried to rouse Callie again, but to no avail. He lifted her into his arms and headed back to the hoverbike, thinking, I wonder if that was the Hood himself I just saw...
***
"Set her down heah," Dianne said, motioning to the ground just outside the cockpit.
Dominic did as so, and Dianne immediately started waving the smelling salts in front of Callie's face.
"What happened?" Virgil asked from the cockpit door.
Dianne gave him a quick disapproving look, but kept her concentration on Callie as she began to come around, coughing.
Dominic glanced up at Virgil with wide eyes, the gravity of the situation suddenly weighing on him as his adrenaline subsided. "Callie was attacked, and I'm fairly certain, from what we were told, that it was that Hood guy. His eyes were glowing; he was asking for names."
"Names? Did she give him any?" Virgil asked.
"Not as far as I know. I don't think so. When I found her she was saying code names." Dom looked down at Callie as she became more aware of her surroundings, still coughing, and frowned. At least I hope she didn't give any names...
"What... what happened?" she asked, before her face fell as memory returned.
Dom was about to open his mouth, when something long came shooting from above them and landed on Callie's shoulder. It took them all a moment to realize what it was, and suddenly Dianne, Dom and Virgil reeled backwards, as Callie screamed.
"SNAKE! Get it off me, GET IT OFF ME!" She quickly jumped up and swatted away the creature out of panic.
Adrenaline surged again, and Dominic delivered a swift kick to the creature, sending it flying once more.
She retreated up the steps into the cockpit and hid behind Virgil. "I hate snakes! I hate them!"
"Shhh, it's all right, Callie, it's all right. It's gone now. You're okay." He gave her a comforting hug and rubbed her back to help relax her nerves.
She continued breathing heavily as she looked around at her teammates. "Guys, tell me, please... what happened? I only remember those creepy glowing eyes."
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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/19/2006 3:15 PM
"How are you doing, Nikki?"
"Fine!" Nikki flashed John a bright, white smile. "Never knew that going on rescue could actually be fun!"
John laughed. "Yeah, the jet packs can be fun, but we'd better be careful. Things get more crowded in the upper canopy."
Already they were getting into the tangle of branches and foliage that topped the highest trees. "Come around here," John said. "This is where I called in last time."
"F-A-B," she said as she followed him through to a clearer spot near a window.
"Hello in there!" he called, peering through the broken frame. "Can you hear me?"
Inside, Solada called to her fellow passengers, "He is here again! The Thunderbird man is here again!"
There was a chorus of voices from within following her cry, and John tried to calm the clamor enough to ask his questions. Finally, Nikki motioned to him and he let her up to the window. "Quiet in there!" she bellowed, startling both John and the passengers into silence. When it was quiet, she said, in a less belligerent tone, "Now, I need one spokesman for all of you. Someone with a voice that will carry because it gets pretty noisy out here." Indeed the birds, who had flown off at her bellow were quickly returning, and John kept eying a monkey that seemed to be getting entirely too interested in the whole proceedings.
The king's secretary, who sat nearest to the window in question, spoke up. "I am closest. I will be the spokesperson."
"Good. What's your name?"
"Pairat."
"All right, Pairat. I need to know how many of you are in there and if there are any fatalities." Nikki tapped her communicator so that her information would be relayed to Dianne.
On the ground, Dianne heard the last few words and shook her head. She motioned to Dom. "Get Callie inside, please, and help her up onto the scanner bed. I'm getting information from Nikki right now."
"F-A-B," Dom said. "Come on," he said as he guided Callie to the surgery. "Dianne will want to take a look at you and make sure you're all right."
Callie nodded wordlessly, and gave Virgil's hand a squeeze in thanks. Dianne gave him a look and motioned with her head for him to get back into the medical cabin. He rolled his eyes and limped back in. She followed him in and picked up a doctor's chart, then went out to the cockpit and sat in the pilot's chair, already transcribing what Nikki was relaying.
"There are twenty of us, all told," Pairat said. "Everyone in the passenger's section is alive, but I understand that the pilot and copilot are dead."
Nikki relayed the information, and nodded. "We're aware of the pilot and copilot. Now, starting with the king, I want to know the names and injuries of each person in the plane. They need to report every symptom; don't skip anything."
Pairat turned to relay her instructions to his fellow passengers. "Beginning with His Majesty..." he began.
Dianne got up quickly while Nikki was instructing the passengers, and headed back to the surgery, putting in the data as she walked. Virgil sighed as she passed by, but she wasn't listening. "Dom?" she asked, muting her microphone. "I need you to keep scribing in the data that Nikki is sending us about the passengers. Then I can take a look at Callie here and decide what to do."
Gordon poked his head into the med cabin and saw Virgil lying on the bio bed. "What's up, Virge?"
"I don't have all the details," Virgil replied. "but something happened to Callie... Dom said she was attacked--possibly by the Hood."
Gordon made a face. "Damn. Scott is not going to like this."
"Not going to like what?"
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1949 is a reply to message #1948] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 21:06 |
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From: Hobbeth Sent: 6/19/2006 6:50 PM
The Hood had run for a few minutes before he realized that there were no further sounds of pursuit. He slowed, then stopped to make sure. Except for the animals in the area, all was quiet. He cursed himself for running like a frightened deer, then turned and stealthily made his way back to the crash site.
They will be more on their guard now. I won't be able to get anyone alone. Curse that infernal International Rescue! Even their new operatives have all the luck. And now they have code names. How am I going to tell who has which?
As he made his silent way back, a plan began to form. I will get as close as possible and keep my eyes and ears open. Then perhaps I will learn something I can use another time. I will have their secrets!
As he neared the area where he had first accosted Callie, he slowed, listening. He decided to circle the area, to do some reconnoitering and find the best place to eavesdrop and observe without being seen. Several minutes later, frustrated because he couldn't get as close as he wanted, he crouched behind some bushes that allowed him to see most of the area, while still being concealed. But he felt he wouldn't be able to hear anything, since he was some distance away.
Bah! This may be a fool's errand, but I refuse to leave without knowing something!
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Sat, 28 July 2012 21:06 |
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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/20/2006 6:00 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 12:25 p.m. local time, the Danger Zone (4:25 p.m., Tracy Island)
"Callie was attacked, possibly by the Hood," Gordon told Scott.
Scott stood perfectly still, letting the news sink in, then, "Damn!" He strode through the medical cabin and would have pulled aside the door to the surgery, but Dom stood up from the doctor's monitoring station, and stopped him.
"Just wait a bit," he counseled. "Dianne is with Callie now, examining her. She won't be long."
Scott nodded. "I'd better call John and Nikki in," he said.
"Wait a minute or two on that, too, please" Dom warned him, continuing his work with the pad. "Nikki's getting preliminary injury information on the passengers and relaying it to me right now. I think she's almost through."
"All right." Scott went back to the cockpit and asked Gordon, "What happened?"
"I don't know. I just heard the news myself."
Virgil sat up on the biobed. "She didn't check in on time, so Mom sent Dom after her. He brought her back on the hoverbike. Mom had to use smelling salts to bring her around. Then a snake paid her a visit and she went ballistic."
"Did Dom say what made him think it was the Hood?" Scott asked.
"He said that the guy's eyes were glowing and he was asking for names," Virgil replied.
"Damn," Scott muttered again.
The three men turned their attention to Dom as he said, "Thanks, Angel." He nodded at Scott. "We're done with the relay, if you want to call them in."
"Thanks," Scott said with a return nod. "Maverick to Quasar and Angel, we have a security alert. Rendezvous immediately at Seven. I repeat, we have a security alert, rendezvous immediately at Seven."
Two distinct voices called, "F-A-B," in his earphone.
Up by the plane, the two IR operatives exchanged glances. "What kind of security problem could we have out here?" Nikki asked.
John shook his head. "I don't know, but we'd better get moving." He raised his voice to the passengers. "We'll be securing the plane shortly. A little more patience, please. You'll be out of there soon." With that, the astronaut and the nurse headed groundward for a meeting of the minds.
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1951 is a reply to message #1950] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 21:08 |
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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/24/2006 9:16 AM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 12:40 p.m., local time, the Danger Zone. (4:40 p.m. Tracy Island)
Callie lay on the scanner bed, squinting and fighting sleep. She was inwardly frustrated by her inability to remember what happened to her, and her heart was still pounding from her encounter with the snake. She turned her head as Dianne walked into the surgical area.
Dianne gave her an encouraging smile, then turned her attention to the plasma screen that held the data already collected by the scanner.
"Well," she said soothingly, "you'll live. Your adrenaline surge is beginning to pass and I don't see any physical results from what happened."
Her breathing now steady and less stressed, Callie shook her head. "Doc, I need to know what happened to me. First I see someone's eyes glowing at me, and the next thing I know is Dom shaking me up."
"Glowing eyes." Dianne sighed. "That seems to be the most telling fact about what happened." She motioned for Callie to sit up, and helped her off the scanner bed. "From both Dom's report, and what you just told me, it appears that you were attacked by our nemesis, the Hood."
"The strange person Brains and Kyrano talked about in that meeting?" Callie asked. Hanging her head in shame, she said, "I got too caught up in my work and let him get to me too easily."
Dianne sighed. "Don't go blaming yourself, Callie. If our previous encounters with him have taught us anything, he's very good at sneaking up on people." She shook her head as she led Callie out to the medical cabin. "On top of that, we're out in the middle of the jungle. Who would have thought he'd be here, of all places?"
The men who stood in a tight knot next to Virgil's biobed had been supplemented by Nikki and John's presence. They turned to Callie and Dianne, and Scott asked, "How are you, Callie?"
"Physically speaking, I'm fine," she answered. "I'm getting over the snake part, but there's this blank part in my mind. From seeing those glowing eyes to Dom shaking me, I don't remember a damn thing."
Scott shot a questioning look to Dianne, who nodded. "She'll be fine. She'll probably have to sleep off any aftereffects."
"Do you think it was the Hood?" Gordon asked.
Dianne nodded. "Yes, from her reaction and description of what happened, I'm sure of it."
"Hmm," Scott said. "I feel like I should report this to base immediately. But," he straightened and pulled down on the edge of his vest, "we have eighteen hurt people waiting for us to extricate them."
"And that comes first," John said, nodding in agreement.
Scott patted Callie's shoulder, a comforting gesture. "You get some rest, Callie, and don't let that memory lapse worry you. It's par for the course with this creep."
Callie sighed. "Okay, Scott. I do feel sleepy anyway. Maybe a nap will do me some good."
"Speaking of the passengers," Dianne said. "I'm going to need every bed available here." She glanced quickly at Virgil. "I think we'd be better off if Virgil and Callie were taken over to Two. Callie can rest in crew's quarters there, and - since Virgil's chomping at the bit to be useful - he can try to break through this communications jamming from Two's cockpit."
Virgil perked up at this possibility, while Scott rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "That's a good idea." He turned to the others. "Dom, you and Nikki take Virgil and Callie over to Two on the hoverbikes. John, Gordon and I can get started on securing the plane. Bring back the chainsaws, laser cutters, and oxyhydnite equipment. We're going to have to do some cutting to actually get into the plane." He pointed forcefully at Dianne. "You will lock this vehicle up the moment we leave. I want no chance of a repeat encounter with the Hood."
"F-A-B," Dianne replied mildly. She turned to the nurses. "Oh, and while you're at it, bring back some MRE's. I think we could all do with something to eat."
A few minutes later, Dom and Virgil rode on one hoverbike while Nikki and Callie were on the other one.
Nikki looked at Callie, who shook her head and frowned. "Come now, Callie. You'll be okay."
Yeah, on the surface, Callie thought. Deep down... I don't know.
Diagnosis by TracyFan4Ever and Tikatu
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1952 is a reply to message #1951] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 21:08 |
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From: Nikki-browneyes1 Sent: 6/24/2006 12:06 PM
Not hearing an answer from Callie, Nikki spoke again. "Callie?"
Callie sighed. "I know Scott told me not to worry about the memory lapse, but it's a horrible feeling. I guess the best way to describe it is that it feels like trying to remember a dream you had the previous night, but all you come up with is a blank. It's frustrating not knowing."
"Well, hopefully after your nap, you'll feel a bit better."
"Hmm," was Callie's only reply.
"Hey, if you need to talk later, I'm there for you." Nikki smiled. "Anytime you need it."
"Thanks. I appreciate the gesture." Callie smiled slightly, but it soon disappeared as she thought back to the glowing eyes. Kyrano has experienced this Hood's power and has found a way to counter it. I wonder if he can offer any advice on how to deal with the attack's aftermath, she thought.
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Sat, 28 July 2012 21:15 |
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From: AmandaTracyandFred Sent: 6/24/2006 6:50 PM
July 17th, 2068 Evening near Eldorado, Kansas
As she listened to her aunt's play by play of what was happening to their mutual neighbor Mabel, Heather saw a tumbleweed out on the drive. The southwest winds batted and kicked the crispy yellow plant until it bounced against the fence.
"Heather? Ah have to go! I need to call Ruby 'bout this! Shoot, I may as well just invite her over for coffee!"
"Aunt Jenny, wait just a min--" The dial tone replaced Jenny's voice and Heather could only roll her eyes, and turn to walk back into the house once more. "Aunt Jenny has to be the biggest gossip in the county! She can spread news faster than Ned Cook ever dreamed of!"
Stepping inside, she walked into the living room of her three bedroom house, sighing with relief as she felt the cool air surrounding her. In the corner of the room sat her favorite recliner with a HDTV remote control built into the right arm. Sitting down into it, she tapped the keys, causing the plasma television that hung on the wall across from the chair to spring to life, set to give a dual screen. The image on the left hand side gave constant weather reports and satellite images of the skies from the California Rockies to the Great Lakes with Kansas as the central picture. A cold front slowly made its way across with thunderstorms lining the edge as cool air mixed with the warm. "With the heat index like it is in the plains, the sky is just going to boil like a witch's cauldron."
Meanwhile, on the right hand side of the screen, her favorite news channel ran a continuous, twenty-four hour broadcast covering both local, state and world news. David Smith began his broadcast with a worried expression. "This is WKRT TV 23. David Smith reporting. Repeating our latest breaking news, it has been reported that the luxury aircraft belonging to the King of Thailand, Bhumibol Adulyadej III, has disappeared from Malaysian radar after the king and his wife paid a visit to Canberra, Australia. This area which you see here on the map are places where air traffic controllers have lost several planes and authorities are at a loss to explain the aircraft's disappearances. The natives call this area 'Lorong pada Maut' or 'The Path to Death' and is similar to the Bermuda Triangle. It is suspected and almost certain that a call has gone out for International Rescue. In the US today, forest fires continue to rage in Arizona-- "
The phone rang on the small table sitting next to her chair. Picking up the receiver, Heather immediately crossed herself as she answered. "Hi Mother."
"Heather, I was just talking to Mrs. Wilson. You know her? She's a distant relation to the former President?"
"Oh, that Mrs. Wilson," Heather answered. "How is she doing? I know she's taken a bit of a beating in the press with Johnathon's girlfriend--"
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, you know. Johnathon's free now and he's been asking about you--"
"Oh, is he? How nice," Heather replied politely.
"I told them both that you were planning on coming home--"
"Then I'm afraid they will both be disappointed, Mother."
"Have you heard from Jeff Tracy yet?"
"No, I haven't, Mother, but I'm going to sit tight and keep my day job until I do," Heather said firmly, while adjusting her feet up on the foot rest. I need a drink...no. I need a long vacation! she thought to herself. Somewhere tropical. Blue waters, palm trees swaying in the breeze. Prance around in nothing but seashells! That thought had her laughing.
"Heather, really, I don't think it's at all funny! If you'd simply had accepted his marriage proposal, he would never have gotten into that mess--"
"Mother, that man has got a vicious temper on him. I want nothing to do with the creep!"
"Heather!"
"It's true! He tried it with me once! He got the surprise of his life! There isn't a man who's got enough prestige for me to marry him. I'm really tired, Mother. I've got to go. Bye!" she said hurriedly, hanging up the phone. She looked back to the screen. Realtime footage of the Arizona fires had taken the place of the Thai king's disappearance. Her thoughts went to the victims. "C'mon International Rescue! Where are you? If anyone survives at all it will be a miracle! That region is a terrible place to crash in."
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1956 is a reply to message #1954] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 21:17 |
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From: Hobbeth Sent: 6/25/2006 9:11 PM
The Hood watched as everyone went inside Thunderbird Seven, and decided to try to get closer. He made his silent way toward the vehicle and circled it, getting as close as possible without being seen, and hoping to be able to hear something. But once again he was foiled. So he found a spot to watch and wait.
Soon he saw the others leave the vehicle and go off in different directions. He noticed that one person remained behind inside. My luck seems to be changing. Perhaps I can get more information, and maybe a Thunderbird vehicle plus an operative as a bonus after all. But I must act quickly. Any of them could return very soon
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He watched to be sure the others were well out of sight, then he made his move. He crept up to the side of Seven, and tried to open the cockpit door as silently as possible.
It was locked.
He went around to the other side and got the same result. He searched for other entrances and found them also locked up tight. Cursing under his breath in frustration, he stepped back, then stifled a cry of pain. He looked down to see a small, young python with its teeth sunk into his calf. He limped back to his hiding place, dragging the snake, then took out his knife, using it to remove it from his leg. Then he tossed it aside.
As his calf began throbbing, he stood there indecisively for a few minutes. Bah! A thousand curses upon International Rescue and all those who work for it. One day, I will find a way to get their secrets. And then nothing will stop me!
Slowly, muttering under his breath, he made his painful way around the crash site and toward his vehicle. He then headed back to his temple to nurse his wound and make new plans to find a way to learn more about International Rescue.
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Sat, 28 July 2012 21:19 |
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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/25/2006 9:33 PM
Inside Thunderbird Seven, Dianne was busy stripping down the biobed that Virgil had used, disinfecting it and setting it up again for the next patient. She folded it to the wall and, taking the doctor's chart, headed over to the monitoring station to download Virgil's information into the on-board computer. She took with her the pad on which Dom had keyed in the data dictated to him by Nikki, so she could download that as well and have the names and symptoms ready to upload ahead of time.
She had just sat down when a noise from the outside made the hairs on the back of her neck rise. She listened carefully, the muted sounds of the medical cabin's air filtration and conditioning system humming quietly in the background.
There! There it is again! She stood up and crossed as quietly as possible to the big sliding doors on the side of the medical cabin. A sharp noise, seemingly loud in the near-silence, startled her. It sounds like someone's trying the door!
She debated internally about whether or not to call Scott and, as she did, she heard a faint clank, as if someone were stepping off the rungs leading up to the doors.
If there's someone out there, where would they go next? she wondered. The cockpit? She backed away from the door quietly, and padded toward the cockpit. The inner door swished open, and she peered out through the windshield. There was no sign of anyone nearby. She listened carefully, but the sound didn't repeat itself.
Maybe I'm imagining things, she thought as she took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Callie's run in with the Hood has got me spooked! Then her face brightened. "Here come Dom and Nikki," she murmured. "Now I'll at least have some company."
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Sat, 28 July 2012 21:21 |
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From: ArtisticRainey Sent: 6/27/2006 3:26 AM
"Ready, Dak?" Scott asked.
"Aye, Maverick," Dom replied.
The two were going to secure the plane's nose, while Gordon and John had gone to work on the tail section. Dominic strapped himself into his jet pack with no hesitation, although a minor tremor was running through his hands. That man... he thought, as images of yellow eyes flashed across his mind again. My blood just boiled when I saw him with Callie. I hope she'll be okay. If I'm a little shaky after that, I can't begin to imagine how she must feel.
"Let's go," Scott said, rousing him from his stupor, and the two of them began to rise off the spongy earth and up towards the tangled plane.
Dominic's heart skipped a beat at the precarious position of the plane. It hadn't seemed just as bad from the ground, but up close, he could see the fuselage moving slightly against the branches. The sooner we get this lashing done, the better.
Trying to bend the trees into position was no easy task, and at times it took the weight of both men to bring one down far enough.
"I'm going to have to talk to Grandma about feeding you up," Scott said as he went to help Dom bend one particularly thick branch.
"She's already threatened, several times," Dom said as beads of sweat ran down his face.
He uncoiled another length of rope, and with some fancy -- and as far as Scott was concerned, surely unhealthy -- bending, another two branches were lashed together. They continued for the next few minutes, before they ran out of cable and accessible branches.
"That's just about all we can do," Scott said. "I just hope it holds out long enough."
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Sat, 28 July 2012 21:22 |
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From: Tikatu Sent: 7/2/2006 3:03 PM
While Dom and Scott headed towards the nose of the plane, John and Gordon made their way towards the tail section. Once there, both of them stopped and looked up.
"This is going to be a challenge," John said.
"Yep," replied Gordon, letting out deep sigh.
John looked down at the equipment they'd brought with them. "Okay, let's get going. You grab a chainsaw and cable and I'll get the laser cutters.
"F-A-B." Gordon reached down and picking up the cable, slung it over his shoulder. As he bent down to retrieve the chainsaw, he couldn't help the wicked thought that crossed his mind. Suddenly he stood up waving the machine around for a second or two and maniacally making sounds of terror. "Look out Texas! Here I come!" He looked at John who just stood there and rolled his eyes. "You remember that movie, don't you?"
"Yes, I remember the movie. Now c'mon, we've got work to do!" John answered impatiently, not amused by Gordon's antics.
Switching on the jet packs they rose up into the trees. John managed to park himself on the left side of the tail and Gordon secured himself on the right. Surveying the trees around them, they located the branches that had the best flexibility and hopefully would hold the tail in place.
"Quasar to Maverick, preparing to start on tail section."
"F-A-B," came Scott's reply.
After some more fidgeting about, Gordon announced he was ready with the chainsaw.
"Okay, Cousteau try to get those branches down first and then I'll try to get the bigger ones with the laser cutter; it'll be quicker," John said as he pointed to the branches above.
"Okay! Here we go!" replied the redhead. He pulled on the starter on the chainsaw and it roared to life. The branches came down easily enough and Gordon descended to put down the chainsaw. As he rose back up to the tail, John had just finished using the laser cutter and was going down to the ground with it. A few moments later they were both pulling branches and maneuvering cable around them.
"See if you can get that branch as far around the tail rudder as you can, Quasar; I'll pull it tight from here."
"F-A-B." John pushed the branch as far as he could around the rudder. Gordon stretched out his right arm, while steadying himself with his left, caught the branch and, with a hefty pull, managed to pull back towards him then got busy with the cable. John and he worked together like this for a while until they were sure the tail would hold. Both were breathing heavily by the time they were done.
"That should do it," Gordon said, removing his helmet and wiping his arm across his forehead. "Yeah, I reckon she'll hold long enough."
Gordon nodded, as he called Scott. "Cousteau to Maverick."
"Go ahead, Cousteau; how's it going?"
"Tail's as secure as we can get it. We're heading back now."
"F-A-B. Good job guys."
securing the tail, written by FrankieCTB2
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Sat, 28 July 2012 21:23 |
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From: MagicMaster8 Sent: 7/2/2006 7:14 PM
Brandon sat at Jeff's desk, in charge of IR while he had gone to the lab to check the status of communications. Being in charge was uncomfortable for him, and he fidgeted nervously, hoping he would return soon.
He looked up as Jeff came back into the room and walked over to the desk, relieving him
"Thank you, Brandon; I'll take over now."
"Yes, sir," Brandon replied, relinquishing the position back to Jeff. Excusing himself, he went back to his apartment to get his drawing supplies and head to the beach. He sat under a palm tree, looking out over the ocean.
"That's not right," he said, ripping another piece of paper from his sketch pad. He had learned how to draw early on and used it as a means to relax.
"This is not working!" Brandon said in annoyance, crumpling up another piece of paper and adding them to the pile by his side.
"What's not working?" a voice beside him asked.
At the sound of the voice he turned around, looking up to see Kat. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't hear you come up."
"I didn't mean to startle you," she said, sitting down beside him. "I had to get out of the lounge for a bit."
"I know what you mean," he said, picking up the papers so the wind wouldn't blow them. "I had to get out of there because it was too quiet."
"What do you mean, too quiet?" she asked her friend.
He looked down at her, saying, "It's hard to explain. I'm an adrenalin junkie and 'quiet' doesn't cut it with me. When I was home, I liked to go to this park and run. Other times, I was part of an extreme skydiving group that got together on weekends to see how far we could push the envelope. Since I've come to the island, I've had to find other ways to keep myself busy."
"What's your definition of 'pushing the envelope?"
"My idea of pushing the envelope was to see how far I would free fall before I opened my 'chute," he said, a twinkle in his eyes. He went on to describe some of his other hobbies, including drawing. "So what do you do in your spare time?"
With a chuckle, she answered, "It's tame compared with your hobbies. At home, I like to ride horses. The countryside around Lady Penelope's estate is beautiful and so peaceful. I also like to cook and I adore children."
"I could see that in the way you handled Joshua earlier. He calmed right down when you took him."
There was a moment of silence. Kat looked over at Brandon and saw him looking in the direction of the villa. She said, "I wonder if Mr. Tracy's heard anything yet."
"I was wondering the same thing; why don't we go find out?" Together the two friends stood up and headed back.
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Sat, 28 July 2012 21:24 |
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From: TracyFan4Ever Sent: 7/2/2006 7:51 PM
***Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 1 p.m., the Danger Zone. (5 p.m. on Tracy Island)***
Callie slept on one of the beds in Thunderbird Two's crew quarters. Her sleep was very uneasy, as she was unable to shake off the memory of the Hood's glowing eyes. Why me? Why did he get to me?
Waking up and running a hand through her hair, she pulled herself out of the bed and put her boots back on. Slowly walking out of the quarters, she decided to join Virgil in the cockpit. I hope he's had any type of luck in breaking the jam. The guys back home are probably worried sick right now.
Virgil heard her approach and turned to give her a weary smile. "How do you feel, Callie?"
Taking the seat next to him, she answered, "To be honest, I've seen better days. I can't get those eyes out of my mind. The Hood sure had easy pickings with me."
Virgil nodded. "That was how Tin-Tin felt after her run-in with the Hood. Brains, too. But, like Dianne said, we're out in the middle of nowhere. Who could anticipate his appearance here?" He snorted a laugh. "In fact, Brains and Tin-Tin were also out in the middle of nowhere." He smiled at her. "Don't go beating yourself up over it, Callie. There's no way you could have anticipated him, and - from what I understand - no way you could have stopped him, either."
"I know, but I can't shake it. I don't even know what he was after." She looked straight at him. "Virgil, was there any clue as to what he wanted from me?"
Virgil looked away for a moment, then sighed and looked back at her, catching her eye. "Yeah, there was. Dom says he was asking for names and you were going over code names aloud." He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I know that sounds bad, but if code names were the only things you gave him, it's not going to be a big deal. We can always change our code names if necessary. And it's not like he had a lot of time to do much more than ask that."
Callie sighed. "Thank goodness he didn't get what he really wanted." Looking at the communications console, she asked, "Are you having any luck getting past the jam yet?"
Virgil shook his head. "No, not yet, but I'm going to keep trying." He winced a bit as he changed position. "Ugh. This leg still aches. Not as bad as it did at first, but still, I almost wish I had another local for it." He grinned wryly at her. "Don't you go telling my stepmother I said that now!"
Callie put up her hands and giggled, saying, "Don't worry, Virgil, my lips are sealed. I won't say anything about it." After putting her hands back down, she said, "Is there anything I can do to help up here?"
"Well, yes," he said, blushing a little. "Can you keep trying to raise Five while I... ahem... hobble off to the loo?"
"Sure, I'll give it my best shot. Now go to the little boys' room before you have an accident." She couldn't help but laugh.
"F-A-B," he said, levering himself to his feet and limping off in the direction of the crew's quarters.
She turned to the console and pressed some buttons in any attempt to get through to Alan on the space station. "Thunderbird Five from Thunderbird Two. Do you copy? Repeat, Thunderbird Five, this is Thunderbird Two. Can you read me?" Only static came from the speakers.
Sitting back and sighing in defeat, Callie looked out the window, her thoughts away from the current rescue. Her experience with the Hood made her think back to her argument with Kat more than a week earlier. I've waited too long, she thought. It's been nine days since we argued. If I don't forgive her now, she'll probably go on thinking I won't do it at all.
At that moment, she made an important decision for herself. As soon as I'm back on the island, I will go to Kat and tell her I forgive her. My run-in with this Hood character has made me realize life is too short. I can't carry the grudge forever. We've had enough time to calm our tempers, so I'll be straight with her. I will make it clear, though, that I won't forget it, either. Things will remain cool between us for a while, but we'll both live. I hope we'll be good friends again someday.
Returning from his bathroom trip, Virgil limped back into the cockpit and noticed her staring outside. "Callie, are you okay?"
"Huh?" she said as she snapped back to reality. "Uh, yeah, Virgil, I'm fine. How are you feeling?"
"About a pound lighter." Taking his seat back from her while she switched to the seat next to him, he asked, "Any luck reaching Alan yet?"
"Unfortunately, no. I'm still getting nothing but jammed signal."
He rubbed his head. "As long as we can't get through to base or Five, we've got quite a challenge."
"Yeah, but how will your father react when he finds out about my encounter with the Hood?"
"We'll just have to wait and see when we get back," he answered straightly.
She felt sleepy again. "I'm gonna head back for a nap again."
"Go ahead, Callie. I'll continue trying to contact Alan."
As she walked from the cockpit and back to the crew's quarters, her thoughts about the Hood were replaced with forgiving Kat. "Remember," she whispered to herself, "forgive Kat upon returning to the island."
******Time to Reflect by TracyFan4Ever and Tikatu.******
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1963 is a reply to message #1962] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 21:25 |
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From: Tikatu Sent: 7/2/2006 7:54 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 1:45 p.m., local time, the Danger Zone. (5:45 p.m. Tracy Island)
Scott met with the cutting team in the clearing, near the Mobile Crane.
"Now that we've got the plane secured," he said, "we have to cut our way to the plane and create a doorway on this side so that our medical team can get in." He pointed at Gordon and John. "You two will come up with me and we'll do the cutting. Dak, you head back to Seven and start pulling the supplies you medics are going to need over here to the crane."
"F-A-B," Dom said. "But I have a condition; one that Doc would back me up on."
"What's that?" Scott asked, sounding annoyed.
"That you all come and get something to drink." Dom gestured to the jungle surrounding them. "Need to keep hydrated, you know."
Scott smiled a little. "F-A-B, Dak." He motioned toward Gordon. "You heard the man. Go with him and get a drink, then help him bring back some of the equipment the medics will need. When you come back, Quasar and I can go. I'll put in a call to Two and see if Virgil's had any luck with the communications." He glanced around, turning slowly. "I still want us to be on high security alert, though. No one out of sight or alone at any time. We don't need a repeat of what happened to Ursa."
"F-A-B," Gordon said. He and Dom headed off toward Seven.
"How will we handle the medics in Seven?" John asked. "There'll probably need to be at least two of them in the plane, leaving one with the patients in the medical cabin."
"We can escort back and forth, and if need be, one of us can help out in the plane, while two are treating patients in Seven," Scott said. He shook his head. "It's the only solution I can come up with." Tapping his earphone, he said, "I'll better call Van Gogh. Thunderbird Two from Maverick, do you read?"
"Maverick, this is Thunderbird Two." Virgil's voice sounded in Scott's ear. "Go ahead."
Scott thought his brother sounded a bit tired and strained. "Status report, Van Gogh."
"No breakthrough with communications," Virgil replied. "Ursa has been sleeping for roughly 20 minutes."
"What about you, Van Gogh?" Scott asked, his voice low and sounding concerned.
"I'm... coping," Virgil replied. "My leg is sore and stiff and I've got half a mind to ask Doc for another local."
"You've got half a mind all right," Scott quipped. "Status update here: we've secured the plane as best we can, and we're going to start cutting our way in. Hope to bring out our first rescuees within the next thirty to forty-five minutes."
"F-A-B, Maverick. I'll keep trying with the communications."
"Good man. Let me know the minute you get through. Keep yourself cool and hydrated. Maverick out." Scott turned to John. "Let's get the cutting equipment onto the crane. Then we'll see about something to drink and a few minutes in the air conditioning of Thunderbird Seven."
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1964 is a reply to message #1963] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 21:26 |
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From: Tikatu Sent: 7/5/2006 8:37 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 2:30 p.m., local time, the Danger Zone. (6:30 p.m. Tracy Island)
"Are you ready, Doc?" Scott called.
"Ready, Maverick," Dianne replied with a nod.
"F-A-B! Up you go!"
The mobile crane moved smoothly up to the doorway, newly cut in the side of the fuselage, just where one of the emergency exits had been. Nikki, Dianne, and Dom all held onto the sides of the platform. They had consulted with Scott and decided that they would all do triage, then Dianne and Nikki would take out any critical red tags first to treat, while Dom stabilized any yellow tags, with Gordon lending a hand. Scott and John would transport patients from the crane to Seven. They would also transfer any green-tagged people to Thunderbird Two once the injured had been cleared. Then they could come back for the bodies.
"As much as is humanly possible, I want us to work in pairs," Scott insisted. "No one is to be alone at any time."
The others had agreed, and now they were finally at the point where they could actually enter the plane and do what they had come to do.
Dianne looked at her nurses. Nikki carried one of the medikits, while Dom held two of the antigravity stretchers. She herself had a medikit slung over her shoulder. They all also had their communicators as open as could be so that John could provide what translation he could. "My spoken Thai is little to non-existent," he had said apologetically, "but I understand more than I speak. I may be able to translate a bit for you."
"Ready?" she asked her team.
"F-A-B," they each responded.
Dianne smiled, and stepped through the doorway and into the dimly-lighted fuselage to begin her real work. Dom and Nikki followed.
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1965 is a reply to message #1964] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 21:27 |
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From: Tikatu Sent: 7/7/2006 6:57 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 4:00 p.m., local time (8 p.m. Tracy Island)
"These are the last," Dom said as he maneuvered a stretcher onto the Mobile Crane's platform. "Except for the fatalities, that is."
"Good." Gordon nodded as he operated the controls, mounted on one rail of the platform. He gave the standing head bodyguard a smile as the hydraulic arm lowered them smoothly to the truck's body. He pressed another button, and the arm turned ninety degrees, then lifted them up a little while moving forward so that the platform reached the ground. Gordon stepped off, pulling the stretcher toward him as Dom took up the other end. Scott and John waited to take the bodyguard to Thunderbird Two, where he would be settled in a pod jump seat for the ride to Kuala Lumpur.
The bodyguard, however, had other ideas. "Where is His Majesty?" he demanded.
Dom glanced at Scott, who nodded and waved him and Gordon on. As the duo moved on with their patient, Scott stepped in front of the bulky man. "His Majesty is in our ambulance, with the queen," he said politely and firmly. "He will join you in our main vehicle as soon as we are ready."
"I would see him... now." Bahn stood close to Scott, his arms folded impassively. Even as sweaty, mosquito-bitten, and rumpled as he was, he was still an impressively large man.
Scott, however, was not impressed. "As I said, he will join you at our main vehicle as soon as is feasible."
In Thunderbird Seven, the last of the patients was brought aboard. Dom and Gordon eased the antigravity stretcher through the single open door at the side of the medical cabin. The heat and humidity outside had caused Dianne to keep one of the sliding doors shut, and to activate the sonic insect shield. The faint blue screen hummed lightly and Gordon, Dom and their patient all felt a peculiar tingle as they passed through.
Dom glanced around the cabin. Nikki was tending to the worst of the patients; there had been four red tags out of the eighteen passengers, with another two hovering on the brink. The remaining seven injured people were tagged as yellow, while five people had been determined as more or less able-bodied. Those had been taken out one by one, starting with the king, as there was room on the platform for them.
The king was standing next to the queen, who had been triaged as a red tag. Dianne had stabilized her as best she could in the time she had, and with the patient load she and Nikki were carrying. She hoped to give the queen further treatment once they were headed for Kuala Lumpur. Right now, she was bringing her latest patient out to the medical cabin. Nikki, seeing the two stretchers, moved to help Dianne transfer her patient to a bed, while Dom indicated to Gordon that they needed to move into the treatment area.
"This is the last one," Dom said as he passed the two women. Both breathed a slight sigh of relief, and Nikki smiled. Dom disappeared into the surgical area, and when the two women were finished, Dianne joined him. Nikki made sure that the doctor's notes for the patient she was now working with matched the thin bracelet around the patient's wrist -- a new innovation that had been delivered recently -- then she tucked the record pad into its slot, and covered the man with a Penelon blanket.
Gordon came out of the treatment area, two black packets tucked under an arm. The king stepped toward him and interrupted his determined stride.
"My people... how many more?" the monarch asked.
Gordon nodded his head towards the treatment room. "That was the last of your injured people, Your Majesty." He indicated the packages. "Now we're going to extricate the fatalities."
"Ah," the king said. "Thank you."
The aquanaut nodded. He tapped his communicator. "Doc, you want this side door closed?" The king could not hear the response from the doctor, but the young man answered, "F-A-B," and moved to close the door and retract the ramp. Then he headed for the cockpit.
The king watched him go, then turned back to his wife. "We are safe now," he murmured. "We are all safe."
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1966 is a reply to message #1965] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 21:28 |
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From: Tikatu Sent: 7/7/2006 7:55 PM
Dianne finished using the laser on the long gash in her patient's arm, then she reviewed her work critically, and took another look at the scanner. Dom was setting up an IV. "To help you with your wee dehydration," he said to the woman with a smile.
"Dak, I need an anti-malarial here."
"Yes, Doc."
The nurse brought Dianne an ampule, which she placed in a hypospray and pressed against the woman's neck. The hiss startled the woman, and she turned her wide eyes to Dianne, who smiled encouragingly.
"It looks to me as if you've been feeding far more than your share of the mosquitoes, miss," the doctor said. "The medicine is to stave off malaria. It works on the most recent strains." She patted her patient's shoulder. "Now, let's get a loose dressing on this and settle you for the trip home."
"Doc?" Scott's voice sounded in her ear. "We have a little problem out here."
"Where are you?" she asked, catching Dom's eye and motioning that he should work on the dressing himself. He nodded in acquiescence and they changed places.
"I'm outside of Seven's cockpit."
"F-A-B, I'm on my way," Dianne said. She shucked her gloves and hurried out, striding quickly across the length of the medical cabin. She opened the door between the cabin and the cockpit, and found the cockpit door open, with John standing in it, while on the ground, Gordon and Scott were facing down a burly Thai man whose anger was almost palpable.
"What's goin' on heah?" Dianne asked sharply, hands on her hips.
"I wish to see my king!" Bahn cried, glaring up at her.
"He refuses to ride with us to Two," Scott explained hotly. "He's the last of the green tags..."
Dianne glanced back at the medical compartment. Nikki was peering out, ready to offer back up. Dianne waved her back, then pointed at Bahn. "I'll take care of this. But you stay right there, understand?"
She didn't wait for an answer, but turned and went back to the medical compartment, approaching the king where he stood, next to the queen's biobed.
"Your Majesty," she began. "We're almost ready to go back to our main Thunderbird. But in order to do so, we must have everyone strapped in securely. With all due respect, sir, there's no way you can safely stay with your wife." She glanced over at the door she had just come through. "One of your men refuses to leave until he sees you. It would be a great help to us all if you would leave Her Majesty under our care, and go with our men to the main vehicle. There you would be directed to a safe place to sit for the duration of our flight." She smiled. "I know you're anxious, and would prefer to stay, but if something were to happen to you because we allowed you to, then we would have a problem." She gestured to the door with an arm. "Please, Your Majesty."
The king looked down at his wife, who smiled faintly and said, "Go. I am in the best of hands."
He nodded, sighed heavily, and held her hand to his lips. Then, not satisfied, he leaned over to kiss her on the cheek and on the forehead. "Be well, my dear." Then he rose and nodded at Dianne, who escorted him over to the cockpit door.
As he stepped into the cockpit, Bahn bowed low. "Your Majesty!"
"Rise, Bahn." He looked at Scott, John and Gordon. "I am told it would be helpful if I went with you now and prepared for flight."
"It would, Your Majesty," Scott said, inclining his head.
"Then, let us go." The king glanced around at the jungle. "I am very weary of this place."
"Over here, Your Majesty." John indicated one of the hoverbikes. As Bahn offered the king his help in climbing down from the cockpit, Scott said quietly to Gordon, "See if you can get Dom to help you with the bodies. I'll have John start preparations for Thunderbird Two to lift off. Then you come back in the Mobile Crane. Stay just ahead of Seven; that way there'll be some back up should you need it."
"F-A-B," Gordon said with a nod. He climbed back up into the cockpit, while Scott mounted his hoverbike. Bahn sat behind him and the king himself rode behind John. Gordon watched as the little party moved out, then he grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler, and poked his head into the medical cabin, looking to see if his partner was available.
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1967 is a reply to message #1966] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 21:29 |
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From: Hobbeth Sent: 7/7/2006 8:08 PM
It was not long before everyone (including the bodies) was aboard Thunderbird Two, along with the equipment. As they headed toward Kuala Lumpur and the hospital that stood ready for their arrival, the king's secretary turned to his monarch, who was seated next to him. "Sir, may I have a word with you?"
"Of course, Pairat. What is it?"
"It is apparent that the world knows of our accident, and the press will be at the hospital when we arrive. I know you'll want to go with the queen to make sure she is well taken care of, but we should have a statement ready before we get there."
The king looked at the younger man, who was scratched, bruised and disheveled. He looked exhausted, but determined. "You are right, of course. And I suspect you already have something prepared. I see the laptop you brought with you." He smiled.
Pairat blushed, but said, "Yes, sir. If you would like to take a moment to read it over, so I can make any changes necessary..."
"Give me the laptop and I will look at it. There is nothing else I can do right now."
The secretary handed his portable computer to the king, who scanned what was on the screen, then went back and read it more carefully.
We are very grateful to the personnel of International Rescue for coming to our aid. It is not known why the controls and communications failed, causing the crash. We hope that an investigation will uncover the reasons in the near future.
Unfortunately, there were two fatalities: the pilot and co-pilot. Our sympathies go out to their families. They served us well and will be missed. They and the cabin crew are to be commended for preparing us for what happened. They did not panic, and instructed us as to what we needed to do. This, I believe, prevented any further fatalities.
The king looked up at Pairat. "You know the press will have questions."
"Sir, with your approval, I will field them. You will want to assure yourself of the queen's well-being."
"Once again, you have anticipated me and my desires. You have my permission to do so." He handed the laptop to Pairat, then leaned back and closed his eyes. He was silent for the rest of the trip.
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| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1968 is a reply to message #1967] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 21:30 |
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From: Tikatu Sent: 7/7/2006 8:56 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 5:15 p.m., local time Kuala Lumpur, (9:15 p.m., Tracy Island)
"Thunderbird One, Thunderbird Five and base, from Thunderbird Two, preparing for departure from Kuala Lumpur. ETA, one hour, ten minutes." John's weary voice called into Alan's ear. It was one of the sweetest sounds he'd heard all day.
"Thunderbird Two, Thunderbird Five and base from Thunderbird One," Scott replied. "Stand down at 1715 hours, local time."
"Thunderbirds One, Two and Five, from base, F-A-B," Jeff said, sounding relieved.
"Thunderbirds One, Thunderbird Two and base from Thunderbird Five, F-A-B," Alan called. Then he turned back to Jeff and Brains, whose live feed pictures were making up two fourths of the screen on his computer. One quarter had Scott's picture; the mission commander was already airborne and had taken off both cap and visor, showing his disheveled and sweat-laden hair. The other quarter showed John, his Penelar shirt dark with sweat, in the cockpit of Two, a glaring Virgil seated behind and slightly to the left. To the left of Virgil was an arm, folded at the elbow, with a set of familiar fingers and a bit of short, dark red sleeve. Mom, making sure that Virgil doesn't try anything, Alan thought with a grin.
"Indy," Jeff called, bringing his son's attention full focus on the two people at base. "You have the times and coordinates for where you regained contact with Thunderbirds One and Two?"
"Yes, sir," Alan said confidently. "I've already downloaded them to Einstein. I think that between the two of us, we'll be able to map out the extent of that jamming field."
"I, uh, wish we had come up with a way to penetrate it," Brains said, pushing his glasses back. "That would have been most useful."
"From the readings I got, it was a modulating frequency, constantly and randomly changing," Alan replied, shaking his head. "It'd be difficult to punch through." He shrugged. "At least they were able to stay in contact with each other. And we'll have some coordinates for the local air controllers. They should be able to get planes to avoid the area to an extent."
"Good work, Indy, Einstein," Jeff said, a smile on his face. "Get something to eat, Indy, and prepare yourself for the briefing. I know that you were pretty frustrated with this whole rescue, but you'll want to hear what went on."
"F-A-B, Boss," Alan said. "I'll be ready."
"Good. Now to wait until they all get home." Jeff ran a hand through his hair, then leaned back in his chair. "Somehow, I think this will be the hardest wait of all."
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