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Brains listened closely to Alan's information. "Alan, is there any estimate on how high the wave will be when it hits Samoa?"
Alan looked down at his padd. "Not yet, but-- Wait! There's more information coming in now." He paused, listening. "My God. It's hitting Western Samoa now, and it's estimated to be 50 feet high!"
The crew in the lounge gasped and exchanged glances. Jeff's face became solemn. "Brains, what can we expect? Where will it hit us, and how high will the wave be?"
Brains did some rapid calculations on his ever present lap computer. "Well, Mr. Tracy, the islands of Samoa and Fiji, as well as the South Fiji Ridge, will diminish it. My best guess is that it will hit on the northeast part of the island, and the wave will be approximately fifteen to twenty feet high." He looked up at the older man. "But there are variables, so I can't be 100% sure. I also estimate that it will reach Tracy Island in one hour, maybe less. But no less than forty-five minutes from now."
"Hmm. The northeast part? That means it will hit the headland, and probably some of the eastern end of the island. Not where the habitations are. Good."
"Dad," Gordon raised his voice. "The boat pen..."
"I know, son. The boat pen will be hardest hit. " He paused for a moment and looked around. "Okay, here's the plan. Scott, off you go to Western Samoa. We start there since they'll be hardest hit."
"F-A-B, Father," Scott said smartly, moving through the crowd and over to the entrance to Thunderbird One's bay.
"Next, we need a team to clear the boat pen and move the crafts either out to sea or to the southern tip of the island, where they'll be sheltered." He looked around the room. "Gordon, you're still on stand down. You'll head up the team. Christopher, Elise, Callie, you're with him. Somebody wake up, Cherie. She'd be a help here."
"I'll go," Emily volunteered.
"Wake up the boys, too, Mother. I think that Kyrano should fly you and the boys out and over to Bongo-Bongo. " He turned to Dom. "Including Joshua, if you're okay with that."
"But, Jeff," Emily countered. "If they're not in any danger..."
"I don't want to take any chances, Mother. And... you never know what will wash up from a tidal wave."
Kat said, "You don't want me to help them?"
"No," replied Jeff. "You will be needed on this rescue, along with Brains and Tin-Tin. They have requested all available generators, and you will need to get them up and running. If they find any in the debris, you will need to work on them, too."
He turned to Dianne. "Thunderbirds 4 and 7 will also be needed, as well as all medical personnel.
"Brandon," he said, glancing in that direction, "do you think you can handle Thunderbird 4 alone? I'll want you to take her there yourself, freeing up space in the pod for other necessary equipment."
"Yes, sir!" the young man replied, sitting up straight. He glanced over at Gordon, who had a look of shock on his face. "Don't worry, I promise to bring her back without a scratch."
"You'd better, or I'll have you cleaning it with a toothbrush, inside and out!"
"Enough," Jeff warned. "Virgil, get going. Bring along the mobile crane, too. We won't have elevators available to get us up where we need to be. Plus, there may be victims stuck up in trees."
"F-A-B, Dad," Virgil said, as he stood by the painting, letting it tip him up so he disappeared.
"The jet air transporter might be a help there, too, Dad," John said.
"How will we transport the generators?" Kat asked.
"We'll load the transporter, any available generators and an antigrav float into the pod along with Thunderbird 7 and the mobile crane. I will have more generators helijetted from Hawaii and Sydney.
"Tin-Tin, you go with Brandon. Your language and engineering skills will be needed there. Off you go now. There's no time to lose." The two young people hurried out of the lounge, heading for the minisub. Jeff turned to his wife. "Do you need any supplies other than what's already aboard 7?"
Dianne sighed. "More black tags and body bags. Ah'm not going intuh this with any high expectations." She shook her head. "We'll do ouah best, but it won't be enough."
"All right. You three get going and take anything you need or feel might be needed. If you think of anything else on the way, let me know, and I'll get it for you somehow." He smiled briefly at her, and she did the same at him, then signaled Dom and Nikki, who followed her out of the room.
"John, Brains, Kat, you will go in Two with the others. Go help them get things loaded, so you can take off ASAP." They nodded at him, and headed in the same direction as the medical team.
Jeff turned to the others, including Cherie, who had just joined them, yawning, but appeared to be awake and alert. He smiled at her and indicated that she was to sit down. Then he began to tell them his plan to save the boats.
"Gordon, you'll pilot the Lucille out of the pen. Christopher, Callie, you'll have to take the smaller cabin cruisers out. If you don't know how to sail, then we'll rig towlines from the Lucille to help guide you. Cherie, you and Elise will help load the Lucille and the cabin cruisers up with as much of the smaller personal craft as possible."
"What you can't get on the boats, haul out through the monorail. Then seal that hatch!"
"What about the catamaran, Dad?" Gordon asked solemnly.
Jeff shook his head. "Batten it down in the cavern the best you can, but... it's expendable and replaceable." He gave Gordon a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, son."
"What about the seaplane?" Cherie asked suddenly.
"Kyrano? Get down to the pen right now and take that out of there. You can use it to fly to Bongo-Bongo. There's a lake not too far from there that should suffice as landing."
"Very good, Mr. Tracy. I believe your mother and young sons are ready to leave now. I will contact Lady Penelope's foreman that we are on the way as soon as we are airborne." The retainer picked up a now quiet Joshua and left.
"We don't have much time before the wave hits. You five had better get going."
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