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There was a shout and Tin-Tin looked up to see a large group of people hurrying into the general area. One man seemed to be leading them, and shouting instructions to them, because several separated from the group and went off to help with searches, while others headed to the field hospital. The man saw Tin-Tin moving toward him and quickly closed the distance.
"I am Reverend Eugene Anderson. I have a church on the lower slopes of Mount Silisili. We went farther up the mountain to escape the tsunami and once it was safe, started back down to see if we could help. As you must have realized, it was slow going. Some of us are helping out further inland, but most of us knew that the greatest need would be along the coast. So here we are."
"I'm sure a lot of people will be glad to see you. There's a great deal of work to be done, moving people and... and bodies, helping out in the hospitals, searching and clearing. Why don't we go over to the field hospital. I believe the local officials are there."
They headed in that direction, then Tin-Tin's watch-com activated.
"Sweet from Mobile Base. What's your location?"
"Just arriving at the field hospital with some more help." She smiled. "It seems that the local cavalry has arrived."
She heard an answering chuckle. "F-A-B, Sweet. Then return to Mobile Base. Two is taking Four to Fiji and I want you to go with Big Mac. This time, you'll stay in Four and work with him."
"F-A-B, Mobile Base. Will be there in three minutes."
She walked up to one of the officials she had met earlier and introduced him to the minister. Then, saying goodbye and accepting their thanks, she hurried over to John.
"Help me pack up Mobile Control. By that time, MGM and Einstein, as well as Thunderbird Seven will be aboard Two," he told her. "It'll take us to Fiji, then go pick up Four and transport it to our location, so you can board it. Most of the islanders there speak English fairly well, so we need your help underwater with Big Mac."
"What about American Samoa?"
"Word is that they weren't hit quite as hard as here, and most of the people were able to get to high ground in time. Other assistance has gone there, and more groups are heading to the other islands as we speak. Now, we'd better get a move on, before Van Gogh decides to leave without us."
Tin-Tin giggled. "F-A-B, Quasar," she replied as she began to assist him in getting the field base ready to load aboard Thunderbird Two.
Virgil returned to his pilot's seat once Kat and Brains were aboard. After collecting Thunderbird 4 and returning to Samoa, he now needed to fly Brains and Kat to Fiji and their next broken generator. He powered up Two and started to take off.
Looking out the window at the devastation, he let out a sigh. This is going to be one helluva long day. He started thinking back over the events so far.
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None of team had really had enough time to digest the fact that not only were they going out on a horrendous rescue, but also their home base was going to be hit. The moment Thunderbird Two left her launch pad, the crew on board had become almost silent. John had been in the co-pilot's seat and he and Virgil only exchanged worried glances every now and then. Words weren't needed. Their minds were on the job ahead of them, but their hearts were back home with those left to ride out the waves heading toward the island.
Then Scott called, and Virgil replied, emphasizing his brother's code name. Scott heard it, but ignored it and instead appraised Virgil of the landing situation, or lack of it, and then continued to give a run down of what needed to be done. All of it, of course, had to be done at the speed of light.
Virgil looked at John with a lopsided grin and rolled his eyes. John chuckled at both of his elder brothers. They all knew Scott's "Field Commander Mode" was in full swing. When he was finished, John went to advise the others.
When they arrived, Virgil banked the transporter slowly around the island, searching for the clearing that Scott had told him people were creating for them. It took him two times around before he was able to get a clear shot at landing. He radioed back to the others that he was preparing to land. The tell-tale bump indicated they'd arrived and Virgil immediately raised the legs and released the pod door. The generators were unloaded first, then came Thunderbird 7.
"How's it going, Quasar?" Virgil called his brother on their commlinks.
"Okay, so far." John heard Virgil sigh and asked "What's wrong, Van Gogh?"
"Oh, nothing. Just looking at this disaster zone and wishing we had Frankie along. She could've taken over handling Two and I could've been an extra pair of hands down there."
"I know. Frankie's working on it, she'll be with us soon; and even though it'd be great having you down here, you're needed to retrieve Thunderbird Four."
"Yeah, you're right. See you soon." As Virgil took off, he still wished he was down there helping. Right now, he was flying 'milk runs', fetching and carrying equipment, and although he loved flying like he loved breathing, he still liked being in the thick of things.
As he flew towards the pick-up point for TB4, he began wondering how things had fared for Brandon and Tin-Tin. He wasn't worried so much about Tin-Tin as she could handle anything, but his concern was for Brandon and Thunderbird Four.
Oh boy, if there's one tiny scratch on Four, Gordon will have your hide, Brandon! That lead to Virgil's next thought...~I hope everyone's okay back home. I hope Gordon's all right....[/i]
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