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Tracy Island Lounge. April 10th, 4:45pm.
A weary John, Virgil, Scott, Brandon and Christopher were already in the lounge awaiting the arrival of Gordon and Dom, who were in the infirmary the second they'd arrived home at the insistence of Dianne.
"Where's Dad?" asked John.
"He'll be here soon. I think he went to the infirmary," answered Scott.
The team made themselves comfortable, and moments later, Jeff appeared with Gordon and Dominic following closely. Gordon winced as he sat down, and Dominic was in no rush to get to his seat either.
"You guys okay?" asked Brandon, concerned.
"Yeah, we'll live," replied Gordon.
Jeff seated himself behind his desk and spoke. "Okay, boys, I know each and everyone of you is tired, so we need to get on with this debriefing. Scott, will you get your written report to me first thing tomorrow?"
"Sure, Dad, no problem," his eldest replied.
"Good, then let's get started."
Jeff glanced over to Gordon to make sure he was still awake and hadn't fallen asleep from the medication his wife had administered.
Scott began first. "Thunderbird One arrived at the Danger Zone at 10:00 pm, local time. Immediately noticed that the bridge was unstable and the Prime Minister's car was barely hanging on. The opposite side of the bridge had dropped on its own and local rescue authorities were working on putting out the fires. I noticed a group of people, possibly reporters, and asked Christopher to turn on the camera defogger. I located a place to land and set up Mobile Control. Christopher and I then engaged the local police to assist. Once Christopher was set up with Mobile Control, I returned with TB1 to the bridge, then contacted base concerning the reporters. I used the loud speaker to advise the victims in the car what was going to happen. Then I deployed 5 lances to secure the underside of the car until we could get up to rescue them."
Scott then looked over at Virgil, who picked up the cue and continued.
"Thunderbird Two arrived at the Danger Zone after Mobile Control was set up. Scott advised us of firing the lances, the fires below and the reporters."
"He also gave us an update on the condition of the ship," added Gordon.
"Right. It was then that Brandon and Gordon left to prepare Thunderbird 4 and John and Dominic, Thunderbird 7," finished Virgil.
As an afterthought, he added, "I then landed Thunderbird Two in a clearing and opened pod for the Thunderizer to go and secure the cables John and Dom would need."
"Any problems firing those cables, Gordon?" Jeff asked.
"No sir, none at all. The Thunderizer performed brilliantly."
Jeff smiled. If was good to hear that the equipment worked when it was needed as a failure could mean life or death.
"Anything to add at this point, Brandon?"
Brandon looked up at Jeff and then at Gordon. "Well, while Gordon was securing the cables, I checked and double-checked the equipment on TB4 and called in for an update from Mobile Control. They advised us that adverse weather conditions were battering the ship against the bridge supports and that it was taking on water. Gordon came up with a plan to get close enough to get the welding done. Under Gordon's guidance, I took Four down to 10 meters. The ship appeared okay at first but was listing hard to starboard. Gordon was able to gauge the time the current took the ship to and away from the bridge and used Four as a buffer in there and Gordon proceeded with the welding."
Brandon paused, looking at Gordon as if waiting for an approval to continue. Jeff spoke first.
"Then what happened? Gordon?"
The red-haired shifted uncomfortably and picked up where Brandon had stopped. "We felt a loud vibration, then a shockwave slammed me up against the hull. Hence the injury." He moved his arm in indication.
"This was about 11.45 pm. Brandon alerted Mobile Control, then came out assist. I had finished the welding, so we headed back to Four, called Mobile Control, and were advised that the Royal Navy was to take over. We surfaced and returned to Pod 4."
"Thank you, son. Why don't you go and get some sleep and rest that arm? Brandon will fill me in if there's anything else."
"Thanks," Gordon replied softly, grateful for the early dismissal. He slowly got up, bid his goodbyes, and headed for his room.
"Well team, so far so good." Jeff turned his attention towards Dominic and John. "Okay John, what have you got for us?"
The blonde spoke up clearly. "Once we left the pod, we advised local authorites of security measures, secured Seven, checked our harnesses and proceeded. By now the weather was torrential and it made for a hard climb. Once we reached the Prime Minister's car, we counted 5 occupants. The Prime Minister and two children in the back seat and her husband and the driver in the front. She was very insistent that her sons be taken down first, not her. Dom and I each took a boy and descended to awaiting paramedics without any problems. As we readied to take down the Prime Minister and her husband, the car shifted and threw him against the door."
Dominic jumped in at this point and John let him, figuring he needed to get used to speaking up at debriefings. Everyone's account was of equal importance.
"The Prime Minister panicked a little, and grabbed towards her husband, and then he, unfortunately, flew out the door with her holding him. I instinctively grabbed hold of her and jammed my feet behind the seats to stop us all from falling. John helped hoist us back, we then harnessed the both of them and I took her down, slamming into the bridge surface on the way. That's when my glasses fell off. John managed to get the husband down and look out for me in the process." Dominic gave John a grateful smile. John returned with a kind one of his own.
"I returned for the chauffeur. We radioed Thunderbird Two at 11.45 pm and headed back for the pod," John added, noticing his father scribbling down notes.
There was a few moments of silence and then Scott added the final statement. "I called stand-down at 12.02 am local time, we packed up Mobile Control and headed for base."
Jeff finished his notes and looked up. "Great job team, looks like this rescue was a success. I for one am glad no harm came to the Prime Minister. Thank you everyone. you're dismissed."
Various bodies stretched and yawned, and one by one they started to trickle out of the room. As Christopher turned to leave, Jeff called to him. "Christopher, I'd like a word with you. Privately."
Christopher knew what was coming. "Yes, sir." Christopher sat back down.
Scott was the last one to leave and indicated to his father that he would lock the doors on the way out.
"Thanks, Scott." Scott merely nodded and, with one last look at Christopher, he departed. Locking the doors behind him.
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