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“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday! This is The SunStar Submersible, I repeat; Sunstar Submersible, Sunstar Submersible! My position is sixty-eight degrees South, one-forty West! We’ve been capsized in a hailstorm storm, vessel is down and one life raft deployed! I have about five surviving crew members with me on a life raft, but about four missing including the captain! We are drifting westward inside a no-survey zone, I repeat, a no-survey sector, I have one flare left, two already used! We require immediate assistance! Over!”
That was forty minutes ago.
Fourty minutes ago, Thunderbirds One and Two had launched without a hiccup. They had sped off across the South Pacific, in hopes of reaching their distress signal.
Thirty two minutes ago, Thunderbird One had arrived on scene. She spent the next two minutes running radar scans and searching for life signs across the hazy dark oceans. Following even the faintest signals in hope of retrieving, at the very least, a body.
Twenty eight minutes ago, three rescuees had been found. Two unconscious, one just conscious enough to recognise the sounds of the ‘Bird’s thunder, and desperately wave from under the aggressive black waters.
It hadn’t been easy. Descending down a line with extreme precision just to reach a victim of the ocean is a skill that requires patience. Luckily, he was International Rescue: He’s done this before and he hopes he’ll do it a hundred times again in the future.
Twenty five minutes ago, Thunderbird Two arrived on scene. They had already found the drifting life-raft while on their way to the zone; having seen a flare shot up from the distance in the sky, it was not hard. Thunderbird One took this as an opportunity to transfer his rescuees over to her sister-ship. Despite the winds, the task was hassle-free.
In total, so far, that was eight out of nine survivors.
Twenty two minutes ago, Thunderbird Four was deployed.
There was an argument before this could happen: The yellow submarine’s captain was verbal about his disapproval of the situation. He didn’t feel as if it was International Rescue’s job to get involved in such a mission.
However, the two pilots outnumbered the aquanaut; arguing that there was still one more number to save. To ease his anxiety, one of the pilots joined the aquanaut in the submarine. And so, they went together, unaware of what to expect.
In the broken vessel, shattered vials of chemicals splattered the turned over metallic walls. They didn’t acknowledge it, as their goal was merely to find and recover the final survivor.
Seventeen minutes ago, the final rescuee was discovered.
Fifteen minutes ago, the Sunstar Submersible rose to the surface via Thunderbird Four’s grasping arms and lifting capabilities.
Thirteen minutes ago, Scott Tracy had completed securing the body in the bag. The kid was wearing a WASP uniform. Despite that, Scott felt too hypocritical to question the morality of the crew. He stared blankly. Taking off his helmet to pay respects.
Five minutes ago, the Sunstar Submersible, as well as all members of her crew, dead and alive, were counted and returned to WASP’s Headquarters.
Two minutes ago, none of the eight living crew members had been identified as WASP officers.
One minute ago, the final deceased crew member had been identified as an old WASP Lieutenant who had gone missing among the oceans thirty years ago.
No one in the World Aquanaut Security Patrol had thought to tell International Rescue.