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From: Tikatu Sent: 2/5/2006 1:38 PM
Wednesday, July 3, 2068, 4:30 p.m., Tracy Island
Tin-Tin glanced over at Brains, who was overseeing Callie as she worked with their containment chamber.
"Do you think you have it?" he asked the chemical engineer.
Callie nodded. "Yes. The grabs are a bit tricky at first, but I think I can handle this. You get on with what you need to do."
"F-A-B," Brains replied with a smile. He retreated to his workstation, keeping an ear open for any signs of trouble, but focusing the rest of his attention on his computer screen.
"Ah. I've got mail," he murmured. Opening the email, he read it through quickly. "Very good." He turned to Tin-Tin. "I've just received confirmation for my lodgings at the c-conference in, uh, Paris on the 22nd."
"Oh, good," Tin-Tin replied. "Will you be speaking there?"
He shook his head. "Not this time," he said. "But I am scheduled to participate in a couple of, uh, panel discussions."
"Will you be here for Nikki's birthday celebration?" Callie said from where she was working. "Her birthday is on the 27th. We're giving her a party on 29th, when she gets back from a week with her family."
"I should be here for that," Brains replied. "I'm supposed to return on the evening of the 28th."
"Good," Callie replied, her answer ending with a small grunt as she struggled with the remote hands.
Tin-Tin got up and went to her. "Here, let me help."
"No, I think I've got it," Callie said. "I'm just not used to something that's so sensitive to my hand motions. You... I mean, we... certainly have some of the best equipment."
Tin-Tin chuckled. "Still having identity problems?" she gently teased.
"Well, not as far as Thunderbird Three and Five are concerned," Callie responded. "But I haven't spent too much time down here. Not until now."
"Well, now you can focus on more on some of our, uh, scientific endeavors," Brains said. "Mr. Tracy was wise to hire someone with more than one, uh, specialty."
"I just hope I can contribute to the team," Callie replied.
"You already do," Tin-Tin stated.
There was a few moments of comfortable silence between the three, then Tin-Tin asked, "When is your birthday, Callie?"
"August 13," Callie said. She sounded a little wistful as she added, "I'll have to wait to have my week of birthday celebration when I get back from Thunderbird Five." Straightening her shoulders a little, she said more brightly, "But that's okay. Lots of people work on their birthdays."
Tin-Tin and Brains exchanged troubled glances, and Tin-Tin made a mental note to let someone know about Callie's problem.
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6:45 p.m., Tracy Villa
"John? John! Please wait!"
John stopped on the bottom step from the upper level as Tin-Tin hurried up to him from her quarters.
"Hey, Tin-Tin," he said amiably. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," the Malaysian girl said as they fell in step. "But there's a little situation you should be made aware of."
John listened intently as Tin-Tin told him of Callie's birthday and how her duty conflicted with its celebration.
"Hmm. I know exactly how she would feel," he said, nodding slightly. "It's no fun celebrating your birthday so many, many miles from home."
He put a hand on Tin-Tin's shoulder. "Let me think about this for a while. There's got to be some way to alleviate the situation." He smiled widely. "Don't you worry. We'll think of something."
Tin-Tin gave John a quick hug. "Thanks so much, John! I knew I could count on you."
By this time, they had entered the dining room. John politely pulled Tin-Tin's chair out for her, then went to sit next to Gordon on the other side of the table. He looked around. "Boy, this place sure isn't the same without the little guys around."
"Too true," Gordon said, busying himself with his linen napkin. "It's too quiet."
Something in his younger brother's voice made John give the red-head a long, sideways look, but Gordon ignored it, his best poker face in place.
Someone had better watch out, John thought to himself. [/i]Gordon's got something up his sleeve.[/i]
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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