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Monday April 9th, 10.30 p.m. Tower Bridge, London
Fiona Brotherton looked in dismay as she realised that she was unable to send either sound or visual recordings back to the studio. She looked at her cameraman, Eddie. "Now what?"
"Guess we had better call it a day and return to the studio," he replied, beginning to get his equipment together.
"No, wait! There is a member of International Rescue over there. I'm going to try and get an exclusive interview."
"You can't! You won't get near," Eddie called, as she headed towards Christopher.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," was all that he heard her call back to him.
She edged along the Thames, moving in the opposite direction of the crowds, who were all watching the IR craft. A loud, "OOH!" went up behind her, and she briefly turned to see that the lead IR ship had fired some sort of golden lances, using them to stabilize the Prime Minister's car. She took a deep breath, and forged ahead. There was a cordon of police around a large, red control station, and a young man, wearing what she supposed was IR's new uniform sat there, speaking into a microphone. Worming her way past the police, she approached from the shadowed side of the control station.
"Hi, there, Fiona Brotherton, BBC News."
Christopher looked in amazement, as the young reporter held a microphone towards him. "Hello there," he remarked, smiling at her.
"Oh, you're English! I heard that International Rescue had taken on some extra recruits. It must be so thrilling to be a part of the most famous rescue team in the world. How did you come to be recruited?"
"Uh, yes. It is quite thrilling. As far as being recruited goes," Christopher, replied modestly, "I guess you could say that I was in the right place at the right time."
Fiona persisted. "But how were you recruited? I'm sure our viewers would love to know all about your life with International Rescue. Are you the only English member?
"Oh, no. I'm not the only one... there are others...." Christopher said, not wanting to be rude, but not quite equipped to deal with a nosy reporter.
Up in Thunderbird Five, Alan couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Base from Thunderbird Five."
"Base here. Come in, Indy,"
"We have a security problem...."
Jeff listened in horror to what Alan was telling him about Christopher. "He is doing WHAT!?" He scowled. "I will deal with this." Toggling a switch, he shouted, "Mobile Control from Base. Asterix, what in hell do you think are you doing? This is a secret organisation! I don't want the world's media been given little titbits of information! GET RID OF HER!"
Christopher winced at the anger in Jeff's voice, and nearly took the earphone from his ear at the volume. "But, but, Sir," he began to protest.
"YOU HEARD ME! GET SECURITY TO GET HER OUT OF THERE!"
Jeff slumped back into his chair. Dianne tried to soothe him.
"And here I thought that I had chosen my new recruits well," he muttered.
"And you have, dearest." Dianne replied.
He looked up at her. "None of my sons would never dream of doing what he has just done."
"No, of course they wouldn't. They're used to handling the media, and maintaining the secrecy of International Rescue. I guess that Christopher has never been in this situation before. He has to learn."
"All the same, he should never have been in a position where he could be approached. Mr Jordan is going to have a very serious dressing down when he returns. He has to learn that no matter who approaches him, he must never, never talk to anyone except for those designated as liaison, and certainly not to members of the press."
Back at Tower Bridge, Christopher was still reeling from the blasting given him by Jeff Tracy. He just hadn't thought, and she had seemed so nice. He turned to her. "The interview is over." he said icily, his welcoming smile turned now to a stony face.
"But, surely the country is entitled to hear how their Prime Minister and her family are being saved, especially by a fellow countryman."
"SECURITY!" Christopher shouted to the police standing. A bobby rushed over at his call. "This Reporter shouldn't be here."
Fiona found herself being unceremoniously bundled away. She was angry and upset. "Okay, I'm going! No need to get heavy!" Calling over her shoulder; she almost spat out the words. "I won't forget this incident, or you, either!"
"Everything okay now?" another policeman asked Christopher kindly.
"Yes, thank you," a slightly shaken Christopher replied. He was, however, dreading his return to Tracy Island and Mr Tracy's wrath.
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