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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/2/2006 9:21 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 8:20 a.m. local time, west of Ipoh, Malaysia (12:20 p.m., Tracy Island)
Scott's stomach growled as he flew over the jungle toward the coordinates that Alan had provided. "Thunderbird Two from Thunderbird One," he called into his boom mike. "What's your ETA?"
The answer that came back was garbled. "Thund... Two.... One... five minutes."
He frowned, and keyed the radio again. "Your transmission is breaking up, Thunderbird Two. Say again."
The reply was as garbled as before. "Thund... Two to... bird One... rep... plea... peat... break... repeat..."
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he toggled a switch. "Thunderbird Five from Thunderbird One. Come in, Thunderbird Five."
Alan's face appeared briefly before the monitor before Scott was awash with static. Scott cursed under his breath, and switched the feed to his visor. The same thing greeted his eyes, and he shook his head, transferring it back and switching to voice only. "Thunderbird Five from Thunderbird One, do you read me?"
In Thunderbird Five, Alan was startled to hear Scott's voice, garbled and dropping out in spots. "Thund... from... One, do..." He touched some switches, made some fine adjustments, and called back, "Thunderbird One from Thunderbird Five, say again. Your transmission is breaking up." This time, he got. "Thu... do you..."
He shook his head. Let's see if Virgil is having the same problem. "Thunderbird Two from Thunderbird Five. Do you read?"
"Thunderbird Two here." Virgil's voice and picture were clear and sharp. "Reading you four by four."
Alan frowned at that. He made a few more adjustments before answering. "I'm losing contact with Thunderbird One, Van Gogh. Can you reach him?"
Virgil shook his head. "Negative, Indy. I get a garbled signal from him, and the last contact I had indicated that he was getting the same on his end. Reminds me of that OD-60 interference."
"Hmm." Alan looked thoughtful. "This could be tied in with the loss of contact that the air traffic controllers reported, but I doubt it's from the same cause. I wonder how widespread it is, and if you'll be affected, too, once you come into range of the Danger Zone."
"I guess we'll see, won't we?" Virgil replied. "ETA to Danger Zone, now 40 minutes. I put our arrival time at 9:10 a.m. local."
"F-A-B, Van Gogh." Alan said. "I'll report this to base, see what the Boss has to say."
"F-A-B," Virgil replied. "Thunderbird Two, out."
His brother's face disappeared from the screen, and Alan switched over to his link to the island. "Base from Thunderbird Five, come in, Base."
Jeff's face appeared. "Base here, Thunderbird Five. Go ahead."
Alan took a deep breath and began. "Base, I've all but lost communication with Thunderbird One. Thunderbird Two reports getting a garbled transmission from One, as well. Van Gogh says it reminds him of the interference we had with the OD-60/alsterene combination. I wanted to inform you of the situation."
"We're aware of it," Jeff said. "We got a flash of static on Thunderbird One's visual, and some broken up audio as well. I've been trying to re-establish contact, but I'm having no luck." He paused for a moment, then added. "Have Thunderbird Two report to you every five minutes until they reach the Danger Zone. Let's see if this is a general interference, or something specific to Thunderbird One. And set it up on tri-circuit. I want to know what's going on."
"F-A-B, Base," Alan said. "Thunderbird Five on standby." He turned from the monitor and began to set up the tri-circuit contact. We'll get to the bottom of this.
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In his temple hideaway, the Hood smiled smugly at the readouts he was getting. The anti-aircraft scanner I... appropriated... is working well. I see that Thunderbird One has entered the airspace surrounding my temple. My communications jammer is fully operational, and by now, the rest of International Rescue should be scratching their collective heads over the sudden lack of contact. He checked his monitor screen again. Now to await the arrival of Thunderbird Two. Then I will set the next phase of my plan into action.
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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