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The weary rescuers came up from Thunderbird 2's hangar, Scott's arm in a sling and wrapped solidly with a bandage. A sharp piece of kelp had sliced his arm from elbow to wrist and he had ended up being one of his stepmother's patients.

"Welcome home," said Jeff, who waited at the monorail's terminus. "Debriefing in the dining room over supper in 25 minutes." He watched as his tired sons and a drooping Tin-Tin shuffled by on the way to their suites. His wife, equally exhausted, stopped and he put an arm around her.

"The boys are in bed. Cherry is still up; she has a report due tomorrow that she's putting the finishing touches on." Jeff informed her. "Mother has offered to do the schooling tomorrow morning and let you sleep in if you like."

"That's nice of her," Dianne said, leaning on his shoulder, as he guided her to their master suite. He stood outside the shower while she cleansed the sweat and blood from her body. He picked up her filthy scrubs and put them in a hamper for recycling. When she came from the shower, he had a lounging outfit waiting for her. She smiled, and lifted her face for a kiss before donning her clothes.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Yes, but only for food this time, I'm afraid. I am bone weary."

They walked to the dining room hand in hand and he held out her chair for her. Some of the boys were already there, including Brains. Tin-Tin came in and Virgil pulled out her chair. Kyrano and Grandma Tracy were already putting the warm dishes on the table and the food was being passed around. Gordon helped Scott dish food onto his plate. As his family ate, Jeff asked questions about the rescue and each person recounted their part in it. Brains also asked questions, especially about Thunderbird 7's performance.

"Ten injured, one with a severe concussion. Two fatalities."

Dianne ended up her portion of the debriefing somberly. The room was quiet after that. Death of any kind bothered them all, but especially when they lost someone they had worked so hard to save.

They had just about finished the meal when the emergency signal went off. Virgil groaned, then sighed. "Well, it is Friday the thirteenth," he muttered.

Jeff had immediately gotten up and made his way upstairs to the lounge. He pressed the button that opened up communications with John in Thunderbird 5.

"Base to Thunderbird 5. What do you have for us, John?"

John smiled wearily at his father. "A Space Cruiser is having trouble on re-entry. Cape Canaveral has asked us to assist getting her down safely."

Jeff spoke to Virgil. "Take pod 3 with the fire fighting equipment and a full load of dicetyline; it may be needed dirtside." He turned to Alan. "Get Thunderbird Three into space. Take..." He looked around to see that Scott, who could be counted on to pilot the space ship, was injured, leaving just Gordon and... Tin-Tin. Then his gaze fell on the engineer.

"Take Brains, Alan. Virgil, you take Gordon. Tin-Tin, are you checked out on Thunderbird 1?"

Scott stepped forward, "Dad, I...."

Jeff cut him off. "You're injured. And grounded until that injury heals." He turned to the young Malaysian again. "Tin-Tin?"

"Yes, sir. I am." There was no mistaking the hint of excitement in Tin-Tin's voice.

"Then you take Thunderbird 1 and set up Mobile Control."

"FAB!" she said eagerly, taking what was usually Scott's place between the light sconces. Virgil was already gone.

Jeff sat behind his desk. He scrubbed his face wearily and looked at the remaining occupants of the lounge, his oldest son and his wife.

"Thunderbirds are go."

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