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Chapter Seven

     Alan Tracy was preparing for his return to the space station orbiting the earth. Duty on Thunderbird five was a necessary evil, and Alan was taking his time. Two months had passed since the avalanche at Queenstown, and Virgil had still not returned to active duty. His brothers were beginning to worry about him, but Jeff remained calm.
     “Everything takes it own time”, he said, and let Virgil grieve, uninterrupted by the taxing duties of International Rescue.
    Alan walked into the lounge on his way to radio John that he was setting off. Virgil was standing on the balcony watching the sunset, while Brains and Scott played a game of chess.
     “Ch..checkmate!” said Brains.
     Scott tipped over his king, laughing. “I don’t know why I bother! You’d better go and challenge Braman.” He looked up and saw Alan. “You ready? We’d better be off then.”
     At that moment an alarm sounded and Johns signal began to flash. Scott activated the intercom as Jeff came into the room.
     “Hi, John. What’s up? Alan’s ready and we’re on our way.”
     “I think I might have to wait a few hours. It’s a shout. A submarine is on the bottom off the coast of America. WASP cannot get there in time; their air supplies were damaged in the explosion. Its us or no one.”
     “Right John. Tell them we’re on our way.” Jeff Tracy took over command smoothly, and began assigning tasks. “Scott, you’d better get over there right away. Establish contact and try to find out how many causalities, and how much air they do have. Alan, you take Thunderbird Two and Gordon. Drop him at the danger zone and maintain a low level hover in case you have to use the grabs. Gordon you get down there and see what’s going on.”
     Alan turned pale. “A low level hover, father?”
     Scott, already on his way to Thunderbird One, turned back. “Perhaps Alan should take Thunderbird……..” He broke off as Virgil spoke. He had come back into the room unnoticed, after John had radioed in.
     “I’ll fly Thunderbird two, but I’ll take Alan with me in case we do need the grabs. Do him good to watch a low water hover anyway.” He winked at Alan, and set off for Thunderbird two’s shoot.
     “Alright!” exclaimed Alan.
     Jeff Tracy breathed a sigh of relief. Virgil was coming back to them at last. International Rescue was back at full strength.
    “Thunderbirds are go!”