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Monday, August 6, 12:45 a.m., Tracy Island (5:45 p.m., previous day, Los Angeles)
"Tin-Tin to Gordon."
Gordon glanced at his watch and fumbled with the activation button. It felt funny to be using it now; the earpieces had become second nature... almost. "Gordon here."
"Thunderbird One has just landed."
Gordon glanced over at Alan, who was fitting a power connection to Thunderbird Seven's medical cabin. The connection would be linked to the engines of Recovery Vehicle One, and would activate the still-functional hover jets under the cabin. They'd be able to easily tow the larger piece up to the pod vehicle repair bay next to Brains's lab.
"Thanks, Tin-Tin. We'll be up soon."
Alan glanced at Gordon. "One of us needs to take the desk, right? Scott's going to need some rest, and Tin-Tin's in charge of the kitchen, too."
Gordon sighed heavily. "Right." He glanced around at the pod. He, Alan, and Kat had moved the intact pieces of equipment out, and Kat was busy working on the pod vehicles. Callie was doing post-rescue maintenance on Three, while Elise was working in Two. Early that morning, before Virgil and John left, a good hour or more had been given to figuring out just how to move Seven out of the pod. He still wasn't sure how they were going to move the control cabin.
Glancing that way, he saw the doorway he had cut, and beyond it, the spider web of cracks in the windshield. He took in a sharp breath, and shuddered slightly.
I was so focused on what I was doing. Just cut the door. I couldn't let my mind do anything else, go anywhere else, think anything else. If I had, I might have lost it. I almost did when we got inside. Dom had just finished cutting Mom's leg free. There was a small pool of blood on the floor... I mean the ceiling, a small puddle of it, her blood. I couldn't take my eyes off it for a moment. When I looked at Mom, she was so pale, and hiding her fear. I could tell by the set of her mouth... when the hell did I get so good at reading her? Then I got that call, and Dom took it, and she started vomiting... I felt like ripping those restraints off and pulling her down myself. But we had to do it the cautious way, the safe way... we were so damned lucky...
"You okay, Gords?"
Alan's voice and grip on his arm brought Gordon's thoughts back from the dark place they'd been heading. He shook his head. "Not really, Al." He nodded toward the cabin. "I'm not looking forward to pulling that out."
"Then let me do it."
Gordon stared at Alan, who walked away, taking the lines to the power link with him. "What did you say?"
"I said, let me do it," Alan reiterated. He slid under the recovery vehicle to make the connections, and his voice became muffled. "You're better at taking the desk, anyway." He worked for a few moment, then slid back out from under. He brushed his hands on his overalls, and began to pick up his tools. "There, done. As I was saying, you're better at taking the desk for a few hours. And... I have the advantage of not having been there... if that's an advantage." He glanced at his watch. "Speaking of the desk, we'd better get going. Scott's probably already waiting on us. Besides, I want to see Nikki."
Gordon's eyebrow went up. "Nikki?"
Alan stopped what he was doing. "Yeah. Nikki. She's become a... a friend."
Gordon bit back what he was going to say, and instead just nodded. "Okay. Let's get up there before Scott comes down looking for us."
They left the pod, and Alan glanced toward where Kat had been working on the auxiliary vehicles. "I don't see Kat, do you?"
"No. She's probably gone to grab some lunch. We'll see her upstairs."
Alan shrugged, and the two made their way to the monorail terminal.
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