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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/27/2007 9:39 PM

Tuesday, September 11, 2068, 1:30 p.m., Tracy Island

"Hello, Anna," Jeff said as he offered his hand to the counselor. "Welcome back."

"Nice to be back, but from what I've seen you won't be enjoying the sunshine for long," Anna said as she stepped out of the mail plane. "We flew through some rain on the way here. It's moving east."

"That's what Brains told me this morning," Jeff said as he took her bag. They fell into step, crossing the tarmac and heading for the cart. "You've got a choice this time; the guest room at the main house, or your new bedroom-slash-office suite in the Round House. Lisa and Mother put the finishing touches on the latter over the weekend."

"Well, since you went to all that trouble..." Anna replied with a grin.

Jeff 's reply was cut off by Juan's approach. "I've got some registered mail for you, Mr. Tracy," he said, holding out a small stack of thick plastic envelopes. Jeff put Anna's bag in back of the cart, and took each of the pouches, one by one, affixing his thumb to the little scanner lock on each of them. The stiff plastic container would open with a small sound, and Juan extracted the contents, placing them in the bin that sat on the cart's back seat. Anna had taken the passenger's spot, and was watching the process with mild curiosity.

"That's it, Mr. Tracy," Juan said when Jeff had put his thumbprint on the last one. "If you'd just sign here..." Jeff took the proffered data pad and added his signature, as Juan continued, "The rest of the mail is already in the basket. There's a cargo plane due out on Thursday."

"All right, thanks, Juan. We'll see you Thursday, then."

"You certainly get a lot of registered mail," Anna said as they headed up to the Round House. Behind them, the little mail plane taxied down the runway and up into the darkening sky.

"Occupational hazard," Jeff said with a shrug and a chuckle. "Even these days there are contracts and such that need physical documents."

They pulled up to the Round House, where Emily waited at the bottom of the steps. "As soon as I saw Juan taking off, I'd knew you wouldn't be long. Dianne's a bit busy with the children's schooling, so maybe you and I can have a chat over lunch, and I can show you your new quarters."

"Sounds like a plan to me, Emily," Anna said as she alighted. Jeff handed her overnight bag to his mother, while Anna shouldered her laptop's case.

"I'll see you two ladies later," he said as he got back in the cart. "Give me a call if you need the cart."

"See you later, Jeff," Anna replied. Then she turned and fell in step with Emily as they climbed the stairs together.

On arrival back in the lounge, Jeff pulled the pile of registered letters from the bin. He knew Cherie would handle delivering the rest of the mail once school was over. Sitting behind his desk, he began sorting through the envelopes. Hmm. This one is pretty hefty. Wiltshire, England? Why does that ring a bell?

He opened the padded envelope, and peered inside, then dumped the contents on his desk. A wristcomm, a satellite phone, and a business sized envelope, addressed to him. He frowned as he put the two bits of hardware aside, and opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Tracy,

This letter is to be considered my resignation from your employ and from the larger concern in which you are involved. I have given the matter much thought, and on the advice of your son, John, I have decided to stay here in England and pursue a career here. My decision is not due to any misstep or abuse on your part; it is in response to my own needs and some unexpected opportunities that I have been offered. I am returning the technology you generously loaned to me, and respectfully ask that my things be packed up and shipped to me at the address above.

I wish you and your family all the best and hope that we might meet again at some other time. Best wishes for all your future endeavors.

Sincerely,

Katy-Jane Williamson


Jeff huffed out a frustrated breath and shook his head, then read the letter through again. Laying the letter down, he reached over and toggled a switch. "John?"

In Thunderbird Three's silo, John touched his watch and replied, "Yes, Dad?"

"Please come up to the lounge immediately. I need to speak with you."

"Yes, sir." He exchanged a glance with Alan, who shrugged. "I'm on my way."

A few moments later, John entered the lounge. Jeff was reading a letter, but he looked up and beckoned his son to come closer. When John reached the desk, his father handed him a piece of paper.

"Read this through carefully, John, then tell me: just what did you say to Kat?"


Jeff heartbeat Dianne plain My IR:TNP OTP!
 
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