Author: Vaughany PM
The Hood attempts his dirtiest trick yet, attempting to find out the secrets of the Thunderbirds. Will he succeed? Rated T because there will be some violence later on in the story. Please read and review.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Adventure - Virgil T. - Chapters: 16 - Words: 23,719 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 04-06-13 - Published: 10-07-11 - id: 7443781
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
I don't lay claim to any of the Thunderbirds. They are Gerry Anderson's creations, and I'm just grateful to him for letting me continue to write their adventures.
Enjoy and please review as usual.
'ALAN,' screamed his watch comm. 'My office now!'
Alan was playing on his computer but at the sound of his father's voice he jumped. He knew his dad was angry but what could he possibly have done now, Alan wondered, whilst thinking back through the events of the day. No, it was a normal day in the life of International Rescue. There was a landslide in Turkey but there were no fatalities and they were able to rescue the stranded family easily. There was no logical explanation as to why his Dad would be angry.
'ALAN,' shouted Jeff again his voice interrupting Alan's thoughts, and his now angry face briefly flashing on the screen as he spoke, 'I won't tell you again. Will you do me the pleasure of coming to my office?'
Eventually Alan stopped daydreaming, sighed, and wandered out of his room. After stepping out of the lift, he reached his Dad's office and buzzed before entering using the hand scanner positioned on the wall. Finger print recognition maintained security on the secret island and all the family had been programmed into the main system. However, Jeff requested that everyone buzz before they enter out of politeness.
'Finally,' stated Jeff as he appeared from behind his computer. 'I've been waiting for the last fifteen minutes Alan. I'm very thankful that you don't take this long to appear when we receive an emergency call.'
'Sorry Dad, just thinking about things. What's up?'
Meanwhile outside, Scott and Virgil were playing volleyball in the pool. Apparently the latest craze in the United States and they too were eager to get in on the action. At the sound of Jeff's shouting from inside Virgil stopped and looked towards the sound, whereupon the ball thrown by Scott promptly hit him on the head.
'Ssssh,' hissed Virgil glaring at Scott and rubbing his head in an exaggerated manner.
'Get lost,' responded Scott sarcastically, 'it barely hit you. What's up anyway?'
Virgil pointed towards the sound from up above them and snatches of Jeff's voice could be heard. Jeff's office was separate from the main body of the island, again due to security reasons, and it could only be accessed by a lift system, that connected the entire island.
'Brains…carrying…diagnostic…Thunderbird 3,' were the only words that could be heard from outside and quietly the two boys climbed out of the pool and edged closer towards the voice. Eventually the conversation became very clear and they were able to hear everything.
'There's a problem in Thunderbird 3,' continued Jeff from above, as Scott and Virgil looked at each other worriedly. 'A little problem concerning litter, it's disgraceful Alan. I have never seen so many wrappers and packets in one place. I am very disappointed in you. You shouldn't be eating or drinking in any of the Thunderbird craft at all Alan, let alone on rescue missions…'
'These machines have very delicate equipment in them and they are paramount to the successfulness of our organisation. I am very disappointed in you Alan; even Gordon wouldn't have done this at your age. Now, go and clear up that mess. I do not expect to hear of anything like this again, is that clear?'
Outside Scott and Virgil were trying hard not to laugh. Sometimes their dad really did take things too far.
'Poor Alan,' grinned Virgil, 'I reckon he got a raw deal this time.'
'Dad's right,' argued Scott, always the second in command. 'There shouldn't be any damn food or drink in any of the Thunderbirds cos it can damage the equipment.'
'Oh, get over yourself, Scott. You don't have to agree with Dad all the time.'
Scott glared at his brother, 'I'm just saying; I agree with Dad but he went about it in totally the wrong way.'
A few minutes later Alan appeared and sat by the pool dangling his legs in the blue water, 'I suppose you think it's funny, Dad yelling at me yet again.'
'We heard nothing,' stated Scott innocently, trying hard not to laugh.
'Yeah right, you've never been any good at lying and...you two look totally obvious standing there.'
'Yeah, ok. We heard most of the conversation but both of us think Dad went totally overboard this time, don't we Scott?' said Virgil nudging his brother.
'Yeah, totally over the top,' agreed Scott, again trying hard not to laugh. 'Come on Al, don't let it get to you, he's only thinking of the organization.'
'Yeah I know and its professionalism, but the way he went off on one, you'd have thought there was a whole hoard of litter. And there wasn't,' added Alan noticing their questioning looks. 'Just a few wrappers and stuff, nothing that would endanger his precious equipment.'
'AL, guess what I've found?' shouted Gordon running up the path from the direction of the sea, carrying his diving gear.
'What?' asked Alan, unenthusiastically; leading Gordon to look questioningly at the other two, who just shrugged.
'You've gotta come and see, I'll show you,' cried Gordon excitedly, as he pulled Alan to his feet.
'Gordon, you know I can't dive-'
'I'll teach you, come on it's easy.'
'OK,' replied Alan reluctantly.
'It'll do Alan good to forget about the little argument between him and Dad,' stated Scott, as he and Virgil watched Gordon tug Alan towards the sea.
'It's just great to see them getting on again. Gordon used to be so jealous of everything, and Alan. '
'Yeah,' agreed Scott.
'Maybe Gordon's finally realised he and Alan can work together and not just against each other. Ya know he admitted to me a coupla months ago that Alan is quite capable of piloting Thunderbird 3.'
'Really?' replied Scott sceptically, 'I don't believe that. Gordon always wanted 3, never happy with 4.'
'Believe it or not, up to you. Ready to start losing?
'Never lose anything,' replied Scott cockily, as he dived neatly into the pool and shook the water out of his hair.