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Tuesday, April 10, 2068, 8:00 a.m., Tracy Island.
"Tyler, please don't stuff your face like that," Dianne said impatiently as Tyler cut a much too big piece of waffle and stuffed it in his mouth, his little cheeks bulging.
"Thorry, Ma," he said as he tried to chew.
"And don't talk with your mouth full!" Jeff and Dianne corrected in unison. They glanced at each other and both smothered a smile.
Suddenly, the emergency signal went off. The adults glanced at each other again as the older members of the Tracy family rose from the table. Jeff wiped his mouth and followed his sons from the room, no crutches, just a slight limp betraying his nearly healed foot. Dianne shot a glance to Emily, who nodded and moved closer to the children, as the doctor got up and followed the rest of the family out.
In the lounge, Jeff activated the communication system. Alan was already calling, "Base from Thunderbird Five, do you read?"
"Thunderbird Five from base. We read you five by five. What do you have for us, uh, Indy?" Jeff gave a quick glance at his code name cheat sheet as he searched for Alan's new code name.
"We've got a priority one situation, Boss. A cruise ship has collided with the Tower Bridge and it's malfunctioned." A gasp went up from the British members of the team as they filed in. "The Prime Minister's car is perched on the top of the drawbridge and is in a very precarious position. Several cars have smashed at the bottom of the bridge as it's risen on both sides." He turned. "Wait, I've got an update. The side of the bridge opposite the one where the Prime Minister is perched has slammed back down. The cruise ship is taking on water, but it has no passengers, just crew. I think the Royal Navy is taking care of that. The RAF put out the call because their big hover plane is in repairs. The weather isn't cooperating either."
Jeff blew out a breath. "Okay. Scott, you take Christopher. Give him a try at running the rescue from Mobile Control." He fixed his eyes on the former RAF pilot. "Understand that Scott has experience that you don't. If he sees that your decisions aren't working, he has the authority to pull you off. It is not to be taken as an insult if he does. There are lives at stake and there's no room for pride when you're on a rescue. Understood?"
Christopher's eyes were wide during this instruction and he gulped, squeaking out an "F-A-B." Scott took that as his cue to pull on the Brit's arm and draw him along to the entrance to Thunderbird One.
"Virgil, take Gordon, Brandon, and John, along with Four and Seven. Seven may be the key since it's a hovercraft. Dom, how are you on Seven's controls?"
"I've been working on them." Dom replied. "I don't know if I can do anything fancy."
"Then John can pilot and you can act as medic if necessary. Brains, you go along, too. They may need engineering help." Jeff looked around the room, seeing Dianne's arms folded and a specific look in her eyes. "Sorry, ladies. It's the men's turn." Dianne rolled her eyes and gave her head a little shake.
He avoided her gaze and instead said, "Thunderbirds are go!"
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