We are at the bottom of the sea again. Thunderbird 4, with the light beam, activated, hurrying to rescue the Serepetine sub trapped, and the two men now up to their chests in the water, now they seemingly turn to each other with concerned faces. The second driver holds up the radio inappropriately in the air above the water.
Driver 1:
Mate, is the radio off?
Driver 2:
Yeah?
Driver 1:
You can let go of it now. We're not gonna get a shock from it.
Driver 2:
Alright.
He just lets it drop, sinking in.
You know something. When you're actually in one of these situations, knowing you're going to die. And you can't do anything.
Driver 1:
We just have to do our job and keep as calm and as safe as possible.
Driver 2:
Exactly. But you hear those stories of people saved by International Rescue, and you hear then say right before they think they are about to have it...
Driver 1:
Yes. I know. But they're up to something out there.
Driver 2:
Come on International Rescue! Come on!
Thunderbird 4 is surveying the area, with most of the wreckage being cleared now. Gordon collects final parts with the magnetic grabs extending from the front of the craft out, now carrying it away and dropping it out of way.
Gordon:
Thunderbird 4 to Thunderbird 2, Virgil there isn't enough time for me to fully clear the wreck. Those two guys in there don't stand much of a chance left if we don't get them to the surface in time.
Virgil:
F.A.B Gordon. Stand by out here.
Thunderbird 4 turns back around, heading away from the sub, with the two drivers watching from their water-tight windows.
Driver 2:
Hey, where's he going?
Driver 1:
He can't leave us out here! We'll be under any second!
Gordon then turns Thunderbird 4 around.
Driver 2:
What's he up to now?
Driver 1:
Not more missiles! If he doesn't do something properly to get us out fast!
Gordon:
Firing missiles, now!
He fires two of the missiles, zooming off and exploding the wreckage! KABOOM! KABOOM! The craft shakes erratically once more. They fall under the water as it sways up and around. As the craft now eases, they stand up together.
Driver 1:
You alright?
Driver 2:
Yep. I'll live. But for how long?
CRACK! CRACK! The shot creates a huge crack in one of the windows! We still here more of the glass beginning to crack up.
Driver 1:
LOOK!
Driver 2:
NO! I thought it was meant to be water tight!
Driver 1:
Stand back! It's going to shatter any minute!
Gordon tries hard to make out the smoke caused by the missile firing he created.
Virgil:
Thunderbird 2 to Thunderbird 4, standing by up on the surface.
Gordon:
F.A.B. The dust is clearing now. I expect it to be cleared after those two. Allington certainly did.
He sees now. And the huge splitting crack!
OH NO!
He then quickly accelerates over towards Serepetine. The two drivers stand right back against the wall, as a little spurt of water begins seeping in. Then another. And another. And another. And another. The cracks grow bigger!
Driver 1:
Nice knowing you buddy.
Driver 2:
You too pal. Looks like this is it!
BANG! They hear a thud. As the crack grows bigger once again! They begin to be lifted up, and up, and up. Gordon quickly raising up the sub as fast as his ship can up to the surface! It rises out! And Thunderbird 2 hovers closely over, with the grabs being lowered at the front of the craft rather than the pod-like seen in Atlantic Inferno down towards Serepetine.
Driver 1:
They did it! They did it! International Rescue saved us!
Driver 2:
Yeah. A few seconds later, and then...
Driver 1:
Let's not think about that.
Driver 2:
Fair enough.
The grabs lock onto Serepetine, with Thunderbird 4 watching just below. Thunderbird 2 then simply takes away the sub out of harm's way. We also see Gordon and Virgil talk on the radio about the rescue.
Virgil:
Well done Gordon. Nicely done.
Gordon:
Thanks Virgil. Guess I'll just be on stand by if there's anything going on.
Virgil:
F.A.B!
Gordon:
Thunderbird 1 from Thunderbird 4, how's the situation going up there?
Scott:
Satisfactorily Gordon. We're doing our best. I'm just wondering about the Doctor out there. He knows what he's doing. But it's just the fugitive I'm worried about.
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