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From: Tikatu Sent: 6/18/2006 8:32 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 11:45 a.m., the Danger Zone, (3:45 p.m. Tracy Island)
"Thunderbird Five and Base from Thunderbird One. Come in, Thunderbird Five and Base."
Alan breathed a heavy sigh of relief and almost jumped over to the communications console. On the island, Jeff sagged with relief and the others smiled and cheered when Scott's portrait became active.
"Thunderbird Five here, go ahead Thunderbird One," Alan replied.
Scott winced as his younger brother's tenor voice was mixed up with his father's bass one calling, "Base here, go ahead Maverick," in his ear.
"Have you found a way around the signal jamming?" Jeff added.
Scott shook his head. "Negative, Base. I've taken One into the air and past the jamming field to communicate with you."
"Understood," Jeff said. "What's your status?"
"The king's plane has come down nose first in the upper canopy of the jungle. There doesn't seem to be any way to safely get it out of the trees, so we're going to secure it as best we can and send the med team inside to treat and extricate the passengers."
"What's the status of the passengers?"
"We're still working on find that out, base. We do know that the pilot and copilot are fatalities, and that a number of the passengers are alive. How many, we're not sure of yet." Scott made a face. "We really haven't gotten as much done other than a recon of the situation, but since our communications have been so bad, I thought you should get an update."
"Understood." Jeff paused, then asked, "What happened to Van Gogh and how is he?"
"One of the wings fell when we first arrived at the Danger Zone. It was headed for me, and he tackled me, pushing me out of the way. The wing brought down a good number of branches, one of which fell on his leg." Scott let a frustrated breath out through his nose. "Fortunately, Doc says his leg is only badly bruised, not broken. She's grounded him for the time being."
"I bet he's giving her hell for that," Alan commented.
"Can the commentary, Indy," Jeff growled. He turned his attention back to Scott. "Anything else we should know?"
"Ursa is checking the wings for that experimental fuel. I think we're fortunate that it didn't catch fire. I left Angel and Quasar to ascertain the conditions of the passengers, and Dak went with Cousteau to bring some cable to the site. When I return, we'll start work on securing the plane."
"Sounds like you have things under control, Maverick. Einstein and Indy are working to try and break through the jamming field, with limited success." Jeff paused, then asked. "How are communications at the site itself? Do your comm links work?"
"Yes, they do. We have no trouble communicating within a short range."
"Good. Continue operations as you have, and report in this way every hour. Apprise us of any emergencies or changes as soon as possible, and notify us when you're ready to leave."
"F-A-B, base," Scott said smartly. "We will need a hospital to take these people to."
"I'll contact one of the hospitals in Kuala Lumpur," Alan told him. "When you're ready to leave, I'll be able to give you coordinates."
"F-A-B, Thunderbird Five." Scott looked relieved. "It's been hard to be out of touch, base."
"It's been hard here, too, Maverick," Jeff admitted. "I'm glad you came up with a solution of sorts."
"I'd better get back to the Danger Zone. The king and his party await."
"F-A-B," Jeff said. "Good luck."
"Thanks, base. Thunderbird One, out."
His portrait went static again, and the people in the lounge looked at each other. The weight of not knowing was lifted somewhat, and everyone felt better. Jeff stood.
"I think I need to stretch my legs. I'll be back in a few minutes." He glanced at Brandon. "Brandon, you have the desk."
"M-Me?" Brandon stammered.
"Yes, you," Jeff replied. "You can handle it for a few minutes. Notify me if anything important happens."
"F-A-B," the aquanaut replied, still stunned.
Jeff left the room, stretching his legs and thinking, Time to pay a visit to the lab and see how Brains and Tin-Tin are doing with this jamming puzzle.
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