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Thursday April 12th, 2068 11:45pm
It was late and the denizens of the island had retired for the night; everybody save one. Brandon was sitting out on the balcony, taking in the night air, a thoughtful look on his face. It had been two months since his fateful meeting with Jeff and only now was the impact of his job sinking in.
"I can't believe what's happened to me in such a short time. I never realized I could make such a difference saving lives." He sat back in the chair thinking about some of the rescues he had been on, helping rescue Jeff and Elise from a helijet crash, saving Captain Bowers from an icy death in the North Sea and assisting in the rescue of the Prime Minister and her family from the Tower Bridge.
"Mom and Dad would be so proud of me and the work I do for International Rescue. I just wish I could have told them the truth before I left." After a few more minutes reminiscing, he got up and went inside. However, instead of going to bed, he went to his desk and sat down. Booting his computer and opening the word processor, he began writing.
"Dear Mom and Dad," he began, "I hope this letter finds you both doing well. I apologize for not writing in a while but my job has been keeping me really busy.
Remember when I told you I got a job with Tracy Industries in Hawaii? Well, I wasn't being honest with you that day. I'm not in Hawaii, and I'm not testing new marine equipment. The truth is I'm an aquanaut in training with International Rescue. Mr. Tracy was looking for some good people to help in the organization and my name came up along with a few others. When I decided to take the job, Mr. Tracy swore me to secrecy and keeping everything from you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do." Brandon stopped and looked at what he had written. Satisfied with what he had put down, he continued typing.
"Man, you would not believe some of the rescues I've been on. The first one happened not too long after I had arrived. A helijet, carrying Mr. Tracy and a pilot, Elise Collins, crashed on a mountainside, and we were pressed into service to help rescue them. I didn't do very much that first time; it was mostly passing the equipment along to Doc or Gordon Tracy, one of Mr. Tracy's eight kids. That rescue was hard on all of us, Mr. Tracy being our boss, but it was particularly hard on Doc, whose real name is Dianne. Besides being International Rescue's chief medical officer, she's also Mr. Tracy's wife." Brandon shook his head, recalling that rescue and realizing how lucky Jeff and Elise were. He then went on, describing, in detail, the North Sea rescue and the heroics at the Tower Bridge.
" I tell you, the last rescue was really scary. It was my first time solo at the controls of Thunderbird Four and I had to keep her between the cruise ship and the bridge support. It wasn't easy with the storm tossing us about like a roller coaster."
He continued typing, telling his parents about the Thunderbirds, life on the island and his new friends. Finally his eyes became too tired to look at the screen.
"Well, it's late and I need to go. I'll try not to wait so long to write you next time. I love you both and miss you a lot.
Take care,
Brandon"
Brandon looked at the letter, a tear falling down his cheek. "Maybe someday I'll be able to tell you the truth." He reached out, saving the letter to his journal.
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