Thunderbird family

Chapter 2

Soon they had GDF cornel Casey on hologram. "Scott as far as we're concerned, the hood is still nothing but a phantom. Even if that was him, we can't prove it." That got Cyra riled up. "So, you're staying we do nothing?!" Cornel Casey faced her. "You'll do what international rescue dose best Cyra, help people in trouble." Her brothers ran off in different launch tubes. Alan got obviously excited. "Yes! Let's do this!" Scott stood with his back to the wall, pulling the tow lights down on his shoulders. "Sorry Alan. We need to keep you and thunderbird 3 in reserve." He sat back down defeated. "In case the tv goes out again. I get it." Cyra gave him a hug. Soon they were helping Brains analyze the earthquake machine Gordon found. "What's this?" Alan asked, pointing to a component in the device. Max picked it up and it started to visibly make him shake. "Max, put it down please." Cyra told her rover friend. "It appears to be the sonic actuator, in a working d-device, the vibrations would cause an earthquake." Brains explained. "Might I suggest look, don't touch." Then something in the device caught her eye. "Hey, what about this one? It reminds me of the spark plugs from those old cars I work on with Virgil." She stated. Brains pulled it out to examine it better. "It appears to be some kind of transmitter." He pulled up John in hologram form. "Thunderbird five, do you read?" He answered. "I need you to monitor a frequency for me." The engineer said.
Alan got up. "Where are you going?" Scott asked. "I'm taking thunderbird 3 up, thought she might like to tag along." He explained. Cyra was out on the beach, sitting on a rock stuck in the rise of kyoshi "Cyra?" Alan called snapping her back to reality. She turned her head and waved at him. "Over here Alan!" she called back. He walked over. "Hey I'm going up, you want to go?" he asked. Cyra pondered for a moment. "Okay." She said, giving a nervous smile. They headed back to the lounge. They sat in two big curved chairs. They lurched when going down, then split off into separate tubes. Their suits looked the same, light blue navy blue padding, sky blue accents. The only difference was their gear and sash. Alan's was red and had a red wrist pad. Cyra, on the other hand, had a purple sash with a pouch at the end. Her gloves were also fingerless. They were loaded into thunderbird 3. They started the launch. When they were airborne Alan punched it. "Thunderbird 3 is go!" he said. Once they broke atmosphere, Cyra was amazed at how many stars there were and how clear they were. "Wow." That was all she could say. Alan smiled. "Hey why don't you Get out of your seat and move around a bit?" He suggested "It'll be fun!" Cyra seemed a bit shaky, but thought it sounded fun. "Whoa! This is...a challenge." They both laughed. "It takes some adjustment, but it's really fun." He told her. "Okay, Wish me luck." Alan said, grabbing his Eva board.  When Alan opened the access panel on the satellite, Cyra saw him hesitate. "Hey, Alan, you can do this! I know it." She encouraged. "Just like fixing a tv." He took a deep breath and messed with the satellite. Alan came back, looking pleased with himself. "I knew you could do it! You didn't chicken out." She said smiling. Alan playfully pushed her head. They returned to earth. John saw Cyra run in ahead of Alan. "So, how'd it go being in space?" he asked. "It. Was. AWESOME!" she said getting excited. They all laughed. Her energy was contagious. She was that sweet girl that the whole bunch knew and loved.