Thunderbird family

Ring of fire prt.1

"Scott, are you guys sure this is going to fly?" Cyra asked him, grappling down from the top of the window frame of thunderbird one. Her medium length auburn braids hung down a little past her shoulders. Behind her goggles her eyes shone with curiosity. They were two different colors, a bright blue and a brown. She also had a bridge of freckles across her nose. She also had an eyebrow scar on her left side. She wore a pair of oil-stained coveralls, green sneakers, a purple tool belt that hung at an angle, Protective gloves that were a dull purple color. "It'd better Cyra." He told her. "Anything to report?" She shook her head. "Nope, all clear." She confirmed. Scott had gray-blue eyes, brown hair, wore an almost white button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. The order went: Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon, Alan, Cyra. Brains, the engineer, brought a mobile lab out. "Don't worry, with my mobile lab, I'll have you flying in no time." He told them. Cyra told Scott to duck. M.A.X, their rover was thrown across the room. "M.A.X are you okay?!" Cyra questioned. Max beeped loudly.

She went to grab a tool from her box when a bucket of water fell on her head causing her to fall on her toolbox. "GAH! WHAT THE- GORDON!" they heard Cyra yell. On top of the lab Cyra bumped into Virgil, the third oldest of her. He was wearing a red flannel shirt over a white one, jeans, and black boots. He had light skin, black hair, and brown eyes. "What happened to you?" he asked. Cyra was still wringing her braids out. "One word for you: Gordon. You seen him?" she said. Gordon was their fourth brother, and loved to pull pranks. Which she was, a lot of times, on the receiving end of. "Did I hear my name?" Gordon appeared, he wore a bright Hawaiian shirt, jeans, yellow-ish sneakers, and brown bands, two on his left wrist and one on his right. "Yeah you set up the prank in my workspace Gordon, not where Scott is." He smiled and chuckled before he walked away to clean his mess up so he wouldn't get hollered at. "Remind me how it's me on the receiving end of his jokes most of the time?" She questioned. "I don't know. Wrong place, right time?" He suggested.

Cyra walked away to change out of her wet clothes. She came out wearing the same sneakers and braids. But she was wearing a green shirt with short purple sleeves, a pair of olive green cargo pants, white ankle socks, a flannel shirt tied around her waist, a pair of purple fingerless gloves, and a red baseball cap with the IR logo as a patch. She walked into the living room/mission deployment area.
"I need someone to taste this. Is anyone up here?" Alarm bells started ringing in Cyra's head. She scrambled under the nearest piece of furniture: Dad's desk. Once under she saw Gordon and Virgil. "Gordon Virgil?" She asked "Hey Cy. Hi kid" they responded. "How long have you two been under here?" she asked. "Since we heard Grandma was looking for a test subject. I'm still recovering from the last family meal!" Gordon shuddered "I swear one of these days one of us is going to get sick from her cooking." She said pinching the bridge of her nose
Virgil looked up. "Huh dad's desk. I guess in a way he's still looking out for us." Cyra pulled her knees to her chest. "What was he like?" she said, barely audible. "Huh you say something circuits?" Gordon asked her. Circuits was their nickname for her, she never got sick of it. "Nothing, nevermind. Hey, think Grandma is done looking for a guinea pig?" she asked. They stayed put. "Hey you three, get out from under there and taste this." She said holding a tray of black, rock-solid, burnt-to-the-core cookies. "He always did take her side." She said after she found them. "I'm out!" Cyra quipped, scrambling away. "Oh no you don't!" Grandma said, grabbing her collar. She handed each of them a cookie. They each made a face while they ate it. "They're good, Grandma, possibly better than your last batch." Cyra lied through her teeth. Grandma Tracy looked pleased and went back to the kitchen. The youngest Tracy immediately spit in a napkin. "Ughl takes like feet, why do we keep eating these things?"
After they were finished choking down grandma's cookies, John called. "International rescue we have a situation. I'm picking up an SOS from an underwater research station, they report no injuries, but are taking on water." He explained. Cyra started to walk into the room. She sat next to Alan, who put an arm around her shoulders.
A message from lady Penelope came though. "This is rather alarming a note addressed to International rescue" Scott spoke up. "I say we press it and deal with the consequences." Alan disagreed. "I smell a trap." Cyra agreed with him. "Yeah, I'm with Alan, this stinks." "I wouldn't touch that with a ten foot pole." Grandma snipped. "I want answers." Alan again detested. "I'm telling you; trap!" It was torn. "Kayo what do you think?" Scott asked. "It definitely looks dodgy but what's the worst that can happen?" she responded. Parker pressed the button, and a message started to play. A masked figure appeared. "People of earth you have seen the power I command. Fulfill my request, the earthquakes will stop. Refuse; and the suffering will see no end. And there is nothing anyone can do to stop it, not even international rescue. If you put your trust in them, you will regret it." Then it ended. "Only one person has that much contempt for International rescue." Everyone knew who he was talking about. "That was him, wasn't it?" Cyra said fidgeting with her hands. "The same person responsible for Dad's crash, that was The Hood; he's back."