Spring Break (Thunderbirds Are Go! / Thunderbirds Movie)

Two Teens, One Name

2065 - With Alan, Tin-Tin, Fermat, and 'Alan'.

Tin-Tin and Fermat made quick work of the people coming down the lift, as Alan finished making an opening into TB1's silo. As soon as tall, dark, and ugly and his buddies went down, Fermat and Tin-Tin were making a break for were Alan stood, and the other Alan darting over to join them, his helmet clutched tightly in his hand. Two sets of blue eyes met, and 'Alan' gestured towards the opening, in the universal gesture of 'you first'. He looked back, watching the three men slip and slide on the green foam from Firefly, before heading through the hole in the silo door. Shortly after, the last member of their little party slipped through the hole, and they were on their way out.

They made a plan to escape through Thunderbird One's maintenance vents, and head out into the island in order to get away from the villa and find a way to get control of Thunderbird Five back to Alan's brothers. He noted with suspicion that while they were talking 'Alan' was quiet, not doing anything other than listening and frowning at spots. Eventually he'd gotten fed up with it, and was about to address it when the other blond finally spoke up.

"Hey, uh, Fermat, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Is um... is Thunderbird Two still here?" 'Alan' asked, his voice quieter than normal. Fermat opened his mouth to reply, but Alan cut in before he could.

"Why should we tell you? We won't tell you unless you have a good reason." He was well aware that the way he responded gave away that TB2 was still there, but he wasn't going to confirm it.

"Thunderbird Two has an infirmary on board, and my brother John needs the supplies in it, otherwise he's more than likely not going to make it 'til tomorrow." Fermat and Tin-Tin watched him as he explained, nodded towards Alan when he was done.

He was telling the truth. At least they thought so.

"...Thunderbird Two is still here, but it's silo's been locked, and the only person who knows the access code is in space." Alan admitted, rather begrudgingly. 'Alan's face lit up, happy at the prospect of being able to keep his brother alive.

"That's fine. There is one person not in space that does..." He grinned, and moved his arm up. The one with the screen on the patch on his hand and wrist.

"Alan to Thunderbird Three. Virgil, are you there?" A moment passed, and Alan was sure no one was going to respond. After all, Virgil was on Thunderbird Five, not Thunderbird Three. Another moment passed, and 'Alan' was about to try again, when someone answered.

"Thunderbird Three to Alan. What's going on out there?" The deep baritone of the man wasn't what startled them, it was the appearance of man that did. Covered in a blue tint, the upper half of a young man's body was projected from the screen on 'Alan's wrist. Fermat stared at it, amazed. Holograms were highly experimental things right now, so seeing it excited the technological geek in him. The man projected from the screen looked nothing like Virgil, with warm brownish eyes, and jet black hair styled into a fauxhawk.

"Virgil, Thunderbird Two is still here, but the silo is locked. But the med bay should still be stocked, so once we managed to get rid of those guys that are after us, I'll give you Thunderbird Three's passcode so you can get to Thunderbird Two."

"Sounds good Alan. Why are you calling over holocom though?"

"I uh... I wanted to see how John was doing. Last time I saw him he didn't look good..." 'Alan' trailed off. The other three watched, glancing back and forth between the other blond and the men slipping and sliding. They needed to get going, but Alan wanted to confirm the other Alan's story.

"Ah, sure thing." 'Virgil' disappeared for a moment, and they could hear hushed voices in the background. A minute later, he came back, a slim figure in his arms. A shock of ginger hair stood out amongst the massive amount of blue on screen, along with the red splotches that mottled his blue uniform. The red haired man's head turned to face them, and even through the blue tint, Alan could tell he was paler than he probably should be.