Blast Zone

Chapter 1

28 year old FBI Agent Naomi Winchester was annoyed. When she had been called in to help with a case for the New York division of the CJC, she had expected to be in and out. And she did exactly that. With the case practically wrapped up, Naomi had packed her bags and was out the door to catch her plane back to Washington, DC. Of course the world had better plans. Mother Nature had whipped up the hurricane known as Hurricane Nick. Even with strong gusts and waves, four teenagers had gone swimming in the sea. Yes it was a brilliant idea with the heat that New York had recently come across but when a hurricane was approaching? Not so much. Even then Naomi wouldn't have been there. But a senator's daughter was one of the four teenagers and DC had agreed to lend Naomi for a few more days because of her reputation of getting High Profile cases closed and out of the press for as long as possible. Now she was stuck organising Search and Rescue teams so that they could bring the stupid teen's home. If this hadn't had happened, Naomi would be back in her apartment looking through the photos of her parents and little brother like she did every year on July 14th. But she was even more worried than she was annoyed. Hurricane Nick was closer now and the winds caused Naomi's long brown hair to be thrown into her face. If they didn't find the teens soon, the teen's only hope would be International Rescue. And it could be very slim hope. Intelligence Agencies, like the FBI and NSA, were very suspicious of the group of rescuers. With the anonymity that they had along with the machines they used could pose a threat if it ever got in the wrong hands or the men turned dark. International Rescue, on the other, hand never liked to tie themselves to a country and very rarely came if it was the Navy, Air Force, Army or Intelligence Agencies that called. Hopefully they would come to this rescue. Soon any attempts of a rescue using what Naomi had been issued would be too hard to do.

"Agent Winchester!" The techie called out "I still can't get the Thunderbirds,"

"Just keep trying!" Naomi ordered. She brought her walkie talkie to her mouth.

"Agent Zillwood – Status update please,"

"We've managed to find them. But there's no way we'll be able to get to them. Breaker's Point is too unstable on a normal day to support too much weight, imagine what it would be like now,"

"I get the picture Zillwood. Send me the coordinates. Try to get in contact with them. We'll need to know exactly what injuries, if any, have been sustained,"

"This is International Rescue. What is your situation?" The radio crackled. Naomi snatched the communicator from the tech guy's hand.

"This is FBI Agent Naomi Winchester. We've got four teenagers at Breaker's Point clinging to life. The point is highly unstable on a normal day to support anything more than a four wheel drive. With Hurricane Nick blowing, we have no chance," Naomi said "I know that you don't like coming to the call of an Intelligence Agency and my superiors and colleagues don't exactly trust you boys but if we're to save these teens, we need the help of International Rescue. There's no other way to save them according to the locals,"

"I'll see what I can do. Keep this line open. Do you by any chance know the condition that they are in?"

"No. We've only just found them. I'm heading out after this conversation. By the time I get there, hopefully we'll have some idea of what's going on,"

"I'll be in contact soon," The man cut the connection. Naomi grabbed a FBI raincoat.

"If International Rescue call again, transfer the call to my radio," She ordered

"What's the situation John?" Jeff Tracy asked his second born. The hologram of the older blond hair, blue eyed Tracy started speaking.

"Well the FBI are in a bit of a pickle Dad," John replied "Four teenagers have been found at Breaker's Point, clinging to life. According to the agent in charge, the point isn't stable enough to hold more than a four wheel drive on a good day. With Hurricane Nick approaching New York, it will incredibly unstable. We're the teenager's only hope,"