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The Hood had the perfect plan. Yes. It would be a perfect way to get his way into the thunderbirds. He had already managed to get a body scan of the youngest Tracy boy and now all he needed was an emergency.
“Tracy Island, we have a situation” John's voice rang through the living room, alerting any people that happened to be nearby at the time. Virgil stopped playing the piano and made his way over the table where the hologram of John was hovering. Alan put down his game device and sat up straight, waiting for the situation to be explained. Gordon popped his head around the corner of a wall and paced up to stand behind where Alan was sitting, once the boys stopped shuffling around John let them know what was happening. “There’s a warehouse in Canada that has people trapped inside it. The roof is collapsing in on itself because of an avalanche that landed on the building. There’s roughly 5 people inside and they can’t escape the building because the doors are blocked by the snow”
“Alright, Gordon Alan, I'm going to need some help with this.” Virgil spoke whilst moving to his gear-up station. He heard Alan and Gordon say words of affirmation before moving to their own gear-up stations. It took a few minutes for everything to be set up but soon Thunderbird 2 was creeping up its runway, stopping once it reached the platform that lifts up to allow TB2 the angle to lift up. The backboard rose up behind the thrusters and the engines roared, getting ready to ignite said thrusters and get on their way. “5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1” Virgil counts down the numbers and on one the thrusters light up and the big green bird is pushed up into the air. It circles around into the direction and fires off in that way. “Thunderbird 2 is go!” Virgil calls while behind him Alan is looking at a hologram of what the warehouse looks like at the moment.
“Virgil, i’d advise trying to get there a little quicker, the building doesn't look like it'll hold for much longer” Alan chirps from behind Virgil, while Gordon turns back to look at the hologram and nods, agreeing with Alan’s wish to move quicker. “Alright.” Virgil said quickly in response to the need of acquiring more speed. “Setting thrusters to full.” He reaches up and pulls on a lever on the ceiling, and in response to that action the engines whirred for a few seconds before the ship was thrown forward, the request going through and the thrusters now working at full power.
A few conversations were thrown around between the three brothers before they arrived at the scene, Thunderbird 2 depositing the hangar while the younger two made pods inside. Gordon made and piloted a drill pod to make a path down and underneath the building so they could create a passage through the warehouse’s floor to the outside and get people out that way. Alan was in a spider pod so it could be used to hold the ceiling up whilst Virgil and Gordon worked on getting the workers out of the danger.
The rescue went without any issue, until it was time for Alan to let go of the ceiling and leave through the hole in the ground. He was about to turn around and leave when he heard a yell from somewhere beyond the room that he was in. “Oh hang on a second, i think we’ve missed someone” Alan partially yelled into his comm whilst jumping out of the pod and running towards the sound. “Hello? Are you ok? Where are you?” Alan yelled out in hopes of a response. All he got was a strangled yell from behind a door. Without thinking he rushed towards the door and opened it as quickly as he could. Alan pushed open the door, calling out for the person but stopped still in his tracks when he saw a copy of himself standing behind the door. And before Alan could verbally question anything, his copy jumped towards him and covered his mouth with a cloth. He tried to fight back and hold his breath but his doppleganger punched him in the chest, causing Alan to gasp in pain. Black dots began to swarm his vision and his head began to feel fuzzy, he grew limp in the arms of his copy and felt his body get dragged around while he was trying hard to keep a grasp of what consciousness he had left. Unfortunately his attempts didn't last long as his eyes closed and he soon lost his other senses, the last thing he managed to process was the locking of what sounded to be a rather heavy door.