Home » The Archives » Chapter 7 » Trouble Under the Hood
| Re: Trouble Under the Hood [message #1945 is a reply to message #1944] |
Sat, 28 July 2012 20:46   |
Lillehafrue
Messages: 478
Registered: July 2012
Location: Northeastern USA
Karma:
|
TB Pilot
Evil Genius |
|
|
[/color]From: Tikatu Sent: 6/19/2006 1:26 PM
Wednesday, July 18, 2068, 4 p.m. local time, Tracy Island (Noon, the Danger Zone)
"Do you have a handle on the jamming yet, Brains?" Jeff asked after a few moments of watching the engineer at work.
"No, Mr. Tracy." Brains shook his head in frustration. "It seems to be more of a, uh, signal deflector, one that uses a multiphasic frequency variation. Signals from the outside can't get, uh, inside the field; signals from below can't get out. However, signals within or without can be, uh, detected" He sighed. "I don't know high the, uh, field extends, or how large an area it encompasses. If I knew that, I might be able to find the, uh, epicenter."
"We just heard from Scott. He took Thunderbird One up in order to call us. He says that local communications are fine; the team can talk to each other."
"That goes a long way to, uh, proving my theory, Mr. Tracy." Brains frowned behind his glasses. "If AAlan can try to bounce a signal off of the jamming field, we could get an idea of how large an area it, uh, covers. We could determine where the epicenter is, and try to disrupt the field from there."
Jeff nodded, but he frowned. "I'm more concerned with the actual rescue right now, Brains, but have Alan work on your idea anyway. Do you think that the signal jamming and the plane going down are connected? Could one have caused the other?"
"Our vessels had no trouble getting to the Danger Zone," Brains reminded him, "but they are in the midst of the communications blackout. I'd, uh, venture that the two phenomena are, uh, unrelated."
"I don't like that, Brains," said Tin-Tin, who had been listening intently. "I don't like the implications."
"How so, Tin-Tin?" Jeff asked.
Tin-Tin walked over to the computer. "It seems that a number of flights have gone down in this particular region. Not only small planes, but other groups, in ground based vehicles, have also disappeared. Yet, the Thunderbirds reported no trouble before entering the communications black out; not even turbulence that would suggest a more natural cause. Scott was able to fly Thunderbird One without trouble, yes?"
"He didn't mention having any," Jeff replied, thoughtfully stroking his chin. "He would have told me if the 'Birds were malfunctioning."
Tin-Tin nodded. "My theory is that someone is controlling whatever force is bringing these planes down, and cut it off when our vessels approached." She looked up at Jeff with a grave expression. "It is almost as if they wanted the Thunderbirds there, and in one piece."
There was an uneasy silence in the lab, then Jeff took in a deep breath and let it out through his nose. "I'll take that under advisement, Tin-Tin, and warn Scott the next time he makes contact. Keep working on the communications problem; we've got to have a way to talk to our people real time."
"F-A-B," Brains replied.
"Yes, Mr. Tracy," Tin-Tin responded.
Jeff stayed a moment more, then turned around and headed out of the lab. As he took the monorail back to the elevator stop, he thought, Someone is taking a great deal of care to hide something within that area of Malaysia. I wonder who... and why.
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
|
|
|
|
Current Time: Thu May 16 21:59:17 EDT 2024
Total time taken to generate the page: 0.04497 seconds
|
International Rescue: The Next Phase
Search
Help
Members
Login
Home
