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From: Tikatu Sent: 2/13/2006 9:24 PM

"Thunderbird Five from Thunderbird One," Scott called into his microphone. "Have you found those trucks yet?"

"Negative, Thunderbird One," Alan replied, his voice showing his frustration. "Their GPS is just not detectable."

"F-A-B, Thunderbird Five," Scott replied. "I'll use the thermal imager and follow along the road... if I can find it through the sandstorm."

"I can give you the coordinates of the road itself," Alan offered. "And the two points from where the sheik was traveling to where he is now."

"That's a help, Indy," Scott replied gratefully. "I need to find these trucks before Thunderbird Two gets here so I can send them on to the actual Danger Zone. Then I can liaise with the sheik." He sighed. "I'm not sure I'll know how to handle him. I'm not exactly up-to-date on Arabic customs."

"Better you than me," Alan commented drily. "Here are those coordinates. Good luck in that sandstorm."

"Coordinates received and thanks. Thunderbird One, out."

Scott turned his ship toward the west, looking for that first point, the place where the sheik had started his trek. He turned on the thermal imager to maximum and began to trace the route that the caravan had taken. Below him swirled an angry brown cloud: the sandstorm. He was thankful to be above it, and hoped that the women in the missing trucks were still alive to be rescued.

Alan returned to his communications panel, where he was still in touch with the sheik.

"Sir," he began. "Our lead ship is retracing the route you took today and using specialized equipment to try and pinpoint the location of the missing trucks."

"Is the pilot of this ship a man or a woman?" the sheik asked.

"He is a man. He'll be the one to direct the rescue from your location," Alan explained.

"And the other people you are sending? They are women?"

Alan stifled a sigh. "Yes, sir. They are. All women."

"Ah, very good. I will await your pilot's arrival, though I can offer little hospitality. The sandstorm still rages here."

"That will be fine, sir. He's not expecting hospitality."

The conversation ended there for the time being and Alan went back to his sensors, still trying against hope to pinpoint the GPS from the missing trucks.

Meanwhile, Scott had already reached the halfway point between the sheik's starting point and his current position. The thermal imager had as yet been unsuccessful in finding the trucks. He slowed his speed a bit more, giving the device more time to work and process the data it was receiving. Ten minutes later, his caution was rewarded.

"Yes!" he cried as the imager registered multiple hits, all clustered in one spot. He noted the coordinates, then took his ship into the sandstorm to double check his findings. The vicious winds tried to shake him, and he could hear the sand pelting like sleet against the hull of his Thunderbird. But, as he peered out through the viewport, he could see the dark hulks of two Hummer-type vehicles, one lying propped up on the other, which he could barely make out. But what he could make out chilled him; the one on the bottom had overturned completely.

"Thunderbird Two and Five to Thunderbird One," he said into his mike. "I have found the trucks and am uploading the coordinates."

"F-A-B, Thunderbird One," came Elise's voice, sounding faint over the noise of the storm. "Our ETA is nine minutes."

"F-A-B, Thunderbird One," Alan said. "I will pass along the info to the sheik."

"Thunderbird Five, tell him I will be with him in six minutes," Scott requested. "And Thunderbird Two? Good luck; it looks like you're really going to need it."




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