Hello wonderful readers, so this is an entry chapter just to kind of set the scene. Each chapter will get longer as we get further into the story! Anyway Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Thunderbirds, the Tracys, any of it. I only own the story line.

I just combined the first two chapters. nothing new.

Three months, thirty days. Scott sighed as he put another tick mark in his calendar marking the days since his father had gone missing. "I really wish you were here dad," he said as he spun in his chair to face the window overlooking the sea and night sky. In his room, Scott had been mapping, journaling and planning search patterns to locate his dad's missing ship, but so far no such luck. He hadn't told the others about his plans, a month after Jeff's disappearance Scott had decided that what his dad would have wanted was IR to continue being the team it had been before the incident. Even if that meant stopping the search. Unbeknown to the other Tracy brothers, Scott persisted in his search during his weekly perimeter run.

Scott sighed as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, it was almost a full moon and it reminded him of the time that he, John and their dad were on the roof. It was a little nippy but nothing a coat wouldn't fix. No clouds to be seen or a wave on the moonlit ocean. What you would call a perfect late September evening.

A knocking at the door had startled Scott and he spun around in his chair, pupils dilating at the sudden light. "Ow," he stated.

"Haha sorry," Gordon said as he brushed the back of his head. Gordon was leaning in the doorway, "well now that I have your attention, John's on the comm, he has a mission."

"Alright, I'll be right there." Scott glanced at his calendar, shut it, and tucked it away in his top drawer.

Scott was entering the room when Alan sat up on the couch "finally we can start, hit us John what's going on?"

"No much actually, the only thing is that a communications tower in Southern Saskatchewan has malfunctioned due to a sinkhole. The hole is too deep for locals to get in and get the black box. All the authorities ask is that we retrieve the box for now."

"Thanks John", Virgil stated. "I can handle it in two with a pod, be back in a bit."

"FAB Vigil, that just means Alan can go back to sleeping." Scott said as he glanced at his youngest brother.

"Hey! Well, yah" Alan retorted as he leaned back onto his dent in the couch.

"Be back in a bit, Thunderbird Two is go." Virgil leaned onto the poster of the rocket that would deliver him to his ship. Once inside Two, Virgil loaded the three-legged pod into the cargo bay of his ship and headed off.

Once at the sight Virgil had gone into the sinkhole and retrieved the black box within about twenty minutes. "Thunderbird Two to Tracy Island, mission complete, black box retrieved."

"FAB Virgil, what's your ETA?" Gordon asked through the comm.

"Don't wait up, it's a nice night I think I'm just going to fly around for a bit", Virgil replied as he noticed the glistening water crashing against a nearby shore.

"Ok Virgil. Fly safe."

"FAB," after that final sign off Virgil decided to shut his comms completely off. After an hour of flying around the ocean Virgil had decided to head home to Tracy Island when he noticed that a dark ship was trailing him. In fact, the ship had been trailing him for the last ten minutes, but Virgil thought nothing of it, it was 2060, there are ships everywhere. Virgil decided to speed up a little bit so the ship wouldn't see where he was going, he couldn't compromise revealing the the Islands location.

A few ducts around some hills and ridges made Virgil realize that the ship wasn't headed in the same direction as he was, it was tailing him. Virgil sped up to 85% speed in an attempt to get rid of his pursuer. Although there was no such luck, in fact the ship had met Thunderbird Two face to face, it was…

A blue pulse emanated from the ship, lights inside and outside of Thunderbird Two. The bird began to fall, spinning uncontrollably as Virgil frantically grabbed at controls trying to regain control. "Thunderbird Two to Tracy Island, John?" Nothing but radio silence. "John, Scott, Gordon, come in." Nothing. Virgil tried to keep a calm head but with communications disabled due to the EMP Virgil had no other options. "Preparing for crash landing." As Virgil went into the crash position he hit the ground. The ship practically folded like an accordion on top of him. Even if the EMP wore off there was no way Thunderbird two had any power. Virgil tried to get out of his seat.

"I have to, ah," he gasped for air as he shifted position, "I have to get away…" Virgil was hurt badly. He at least had one broken rib, his leg hurt like hell and he was pretty sure he has a concussion from the whiplash of the crash.

A sudden ripping of metal could be heard and a shadowy figure was seen in the rip of the haul of the ship. That was all Virgil remembered.

AN: OOOOOOO, who is the shadowy figure? Hmmmm, only I know! MWahahahahahah

Little light, but mostly an intro if anything.