Calling Thunderbirds Issue #8Calling Thunderbirds Issue #8 by stick-man-11
A Matter Of Love - Part Two of Two
Scott had made his fifth sweep of the area as he relentlessly combed the skies over the Sahara. He reported to base when he found his first piece of evidence.
Scott: Base from Thunderbird One. I've found the initial crash site. I can see her ejector seat but no sign of the Thunder-Hawk.
Jeff: What about Tin-Tin?
Scott: Well that's just it. I can't see her. All I can see is sand. I'm going down to take a look on foot.
Jeff: Negative. I need you come back soon. We are still on call.
Scott: But dad, listen...
Jeff: I'm sorry Scott, but you're needed back home. Make one more sweep of the area and then return home. I'm afraid there's nothing much more we can do for now.
Scott sighed. He couldn't believe that he had been told to call off the search. He swung his craft around and prepared to make a final pass over the crash area.
Back on the island, The tension had reached an all time high between Virgil and Jeff. Brains,
Calling Thunderbirds Issue #7Calling Thunderbirds Issue #7 by stick-man-11
Matter Of Love - Part One of Two
Tin-Tin cruised across cloud line on her return to Tracy Island. She had been dispatched in the Thunder-Hawk to take care of a jewel thief robbery for the World Government. She felt a little a disappointed at the lack of action she had faced during the mission. She hadn't been able to test her Thunderbird's capabilities.
Tin-Tin: Thunder-Hawk to base. I should be with you all shortly. Colonel Casey was able to send out a dispatch team after left. Everything now FAB.
Jeff: FAB, Tin-Tin. As soon as you get back, I need you give a Brains a hand in the hangar. He's been having trouble with one of pod hydraulics. I figured you'd have the know how to help him.
Tin-Tin: FAB. Just make sure he doesn't electrocute himself again.
As she switched off her radio, Tin-Tin's cockpit alarms sounded. checking radar scope, she spotted three unidentified aircraft appear behind her. The first craft opened fire, narrowly missing her port wing. Tin-Tin