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Date: Sunday, February 19, 2068, Time: 7:05 a.m., Place: Tracy Island

"Mr. Tracy? Mr. Tracy. You'd better get up." Brains's tenor voice stirred Jeff into wakefulness. He rubbed his bleary eyes to see the scientist peering into the tent Jeff shared with Tyler and Scott. He sat up, noticing that both sleeping bags next to his were empty.

"Kyrano is here, Mr. Tracy, and has started breakfast. Most of Alex's guests are up and clamoring to go to the swimming hole again."

"Kyrano? What's he doing here?" Jeff asked, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat. "I thought Scott and Gordon were supposed to do breakfast."

Brains looked out of the tent in both directions, and then stepped fully inside. "There was an emergency call. All three of your older sons went to answer it. Kyrano came back to help with the guests."

"Thank you, Brains." Jeff nodded in understanding. He knew it had been a possibility. He climbed out of the sleeping bag, fully clothed like most good campers would be, and ran a hand through his silvery hair. Brains retreated out into the open and Tyler took his place, carefully carrying a cup of hot, black coffee. Jeff smiled at his youngest, whose stiff hair was rumpled and sticking out in strange places.

"Kyrano sent me with the coffee and says that if you want breakfast, you'd better hurry. Alex and his friends are about to scarf it all down," Tyler said matter-of-factly. "Where did the big boys go? An emergency?"

"Yes, Ty. That's why Kyrano is here. Thanks for bringing me the coffee. Let's go get some breakfast."

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Three hours later, after one last dip in the swimming hole, the campsite was broken down and the crew had returned to the Villa. Jeff tried to enter the lounge via the study and found the solid study door locked. He smiled. The grate between the study and the lounge was an inadequate barrier against guests seeing what really went on in the lounge during an International Rescue emergency call. So, part of Operation: Cover-up required that the study be locked. Jeff pulled out his master key and opened the door, passing into the room and locking the portal behind him. Then he stepped through the ornate grate and entered the nerve center of the world's premier rescue organization.

"How's it going, Scott?" he asked of his oldest son, who sat behind his desk. "No, don't get up. I have to leave in a little bit to fly the gang back to the States. Kyrano and Tin-Tin are coming with me."

"It's rough," Scott replied. "We're responding to a oil refinery explosion in Saudi Arabia. There's a group of riggers trapped in a small supply shack in the middle of several flaming gushers. Jay is manning Mobile Control while Vee and Gee attempt to put out the fires and get to the riggers. As they put the flames out with the nitro/dicetyline shells from the Firefly, the company's disaster team comes in to cap the gushers. The rough part is that the disaster team leader is giving Jay a hard time, trying to tell him what to do. Jay is ready to deck him."

"That's for sure!" Alan said, piping up from his portrait's frame. "Ess, I have Jay's latest projections. Two more to go and then they can clear out the riggers. Doc is with them to assess the injuries."

"Damn," Jeff swore softly. "Here I wanted to say goodbye to her. After we drop off Axe's friends and pick up Cee and the MIL, I've got to go on to New York and spend a week at corporate."

"I can patch you through, base," Alan offered.

"Please do, Ay." Jeff said.

Dianne was in a passenger seat in the Firefly. The heat from the fiery gushers felt intense even through her heat-resistant suit. Gordon had just fired off another nitroglycerin/dicetyline shell when she got the word that base wanted to speak to her. The Firefly rocked with the recoil and she held on tightly. Then as the massive machine moved forward on its caterpillar tracks, she answered the hail. She smiled sadly, knowing just whom it was and why he wanted to call. Sure enough, Jeff's neatly dressed and pressed figure showed on her wrist telecomm. She pressed a button, and the audio was fed through her suit's hood, offering her a modicum of privacy.

"How's it going, Doc?" he asked softly.

She smiled as best she could for the tiny camera in the telecomm. Holding it as close to her mouth as possible, she replied, "I'm hot and bothered, base. And not just because of the rescue. I know why you called, and I love you, and I'll see you in a week or so, okay? Now, we're nearly at the shack, so I've got to go do my job. Call when you get to your first destination and we can talk, okay?"

"FAB, Doc," Jeff responded. "I love you and I'll call soon. Base out."

Dianne turned off the hood audio and sighed, a tear escaping unnoticed. Then she shook herself and pulled out her medikit, mentally preparing herself for what she might encounter in the small building sitting before the Firefly.

Back at the Island, a quiet cough drew Jeff and Scott's attention. They both turned to see Kyrano standing at the divider between the study and the lounge. Besides Jeff and Dianne, he was the only other person to have a master key that opened all the doors in the Villa and beyond.

"Mr. Tracy, we are ready for you. Your luggage is stowed, and the boys are settled into Tracy Three."

"Thank you, Kyrano. I'm coming." Jeff turned to Scott. "I'll call when we hit Lisa's house. But let me know beforehand if there's any major new development."

"FAB, Dad."

Jeff sighed, looking around the room, his eyes lighting especially on his wife's picture. Then he turned and followed the retainer down to the plane.

Post by Tikatu on 19/06/04[/color

Jeff heartbeat Dianne plain My IR:TNP OTP!

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