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Lillehafrue
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12:38 AM [/b]
Thunderbird Five -- Sunday, July 15th -- 10.00 pm, Tracy Island
Alan was bored. There was just no getting away from it. After the recent rescue carried out by the women of International Rescue, there had been no more calls for help. Time always dragged when there were no calls and, unlike his brother John, Alan wasn't a great reader, nor did he care to spend time looking through John's telescope. Those things just didn't interest him at all. He had carried out the usual checks for the day, and reported back to base that all was well and rather quiet.
He wished that someone would call him and have a chat with him. After all, there were all the new recruits; surely Brandon or Dom or even Nikki could have called him. Thinking of Nikki, he remembered some of the chats they had had together before he came up to the tin can. She definitely had her own views on the male population. He was looking forward to having more discussions with her when he returned to base.
Now, what to do? He turned on the satellite TV, and scrolled through the channels. To his delight he saw that the British Grand Prix was scheduled to start in half an hour's time. Great! That's something to watch! he thought to himself.
His boots clanking on the metal floor, he headed for the kitchen to fix himself something to eat. He needed something that would be tasty and quick to make. Grabbing the bread, he made himself a double decker sandwich of cheese, ham, tomatoes and pickle. Fetching a soft drink from the fridge, he went back and sat down in front of the screen to enjoy the race and his snack.
The commenter was holding interviews with many of the drivers and team managers. Alan was suddenly interested to learn that the British driver was only one point above the American driver, but the American driver had pole position. That makes the bet I have rather interesting, he thought.
Once the race started, it was excitement all the way. The race had to be stopped and re-started following a very bad crash on the first bend. There was some very dangerous and daring overtaking. But eventually the drivers settled down and the race continued without any more problems - until the penultimate lap.
The British driver was catching up the American driver, taking less and less time on the laps, until he was just behind the American. He tried to overtake on the inside of a bend, but completely lost control, and spun off into the sand at the side, hitting the tyre wall hard.
Alan couldn't believe what he was seeing. Ambulances and the marshals hurried to the crash, where smoke was coming from the smashed car. The scene returned to the race, and Alan watched as the American driver raced over the finishing line, a hand clenched above his head.
There seemed to be a wall of silence surrounding the British driver. Alan stayed tuned; he wanted to know what injuries the driver had suffered. Just as they were announcing that the British driver had broken his collarbone, both legs, suffered concussion, and would be out for the rest of the season, the satellite phone rang.
"Hi, Alan, have you been watching the race?" Gordon's voice sounded far away
"Yes, I have," Alan answered. "Pity about the British guy. I wonder if any of the others are watching the race?"
"Not sure. It's past midnight," Gordon replied.
"So, how're things back at base?"
"Oh, fairly quiet at the moment, although I played a trick on Brandon the other day. Just before Brandon began his lesson in Thunderbird Two, I placed a whoopee cushion on the pilot's seat. You should have seen his and Virgil's faces; it was priceless!" Alan laughed heartily. "That's typical of you, Gordon. But you ought to be careful, because eventually your jokes will backfire."
"No chance." Then Gordon continued. "There seems to be a certain coolness between Kat and Callie. That all started after John decided he was going to Thunderbird Five in August so Callie can spend her birthday with her family."
"Yeah, I got an email from John telling me of his decision. But why that should cause a problem, I've no idea. Maybe I'll find out once I'm back. You know, the worst thing of being up here is that I really miss Grandma's cooking. I can't wait to get home," Alan said.
After Gordon had terminated the call, Alan went to make himself another sandwich. He returned to the TV, and scrolled down the channels, seeing what else he could watch. He noticed that a French channel had a documentary on about the Follies. Grinning to himself, he sat down to watch. I wonder when the French Grand Prix is? I'd sure like to go, and see the Follies as well.
Two hours later, he woke with a start. Bleary-eyed, he looked around, wondering what had awakened him. He glanced at the dark screen. Damn, I fell asleep, he thought as he got up and went to check the main monitor console.[/size][/color]
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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