Thunderbirds Are GO Page #3

OK, Scott, in orbit.

I should see Zero X as it leaves

the Earth's atmosphere.

- Unless liftoff time is altered.

- FAB, Alan.

Now, m'lady?

Now, Parker.

Channel 1, m'lady.

Good. That's all right.

Channel 2, m'lady.

Clear launch apron.

Zero X moving into position.

Channel 5, m'lady.

Thank you, Parker.

- Trouble, Parker.

- I thought it was too good to be true.

Lady Penelope calling Scott

at Mobile Control.

- What's the trouble, Lady Penelope?

- Number 5 negative.

OK. Penelope, here's what we do.

The countdown must continue,

or we miss the rendezvous

with Thunderbird 3 in space.

I'll attend to number 5.

Meanwhile, locate Dr Grant.

FAB.

This is Assembly Control.

Radio-controlled lifting body 2

about to take up its position.

Everybody OK?

Yeah. Yeah, fine.

Everything's just fine.

And how about you, Dr Grant?

Are you OK?

Keep quite still, Doctor.

There's something wrong with your

- face.

- He's got a gun.

Allow yourself ten seconds before

coming through this door after me.

Otherwise, you might

get your head blown off.

I think I've located number 5, m'lady.

That's him, Parker.

Well done. Number 5 was a phoney,

but he's got away. Take care of him.

Right, Scott. Leave it to me.

But before I go, you'll find

the real Dr Grant on a bearing of 174

and a range of 1,204 yards

from my present position.

FAB.

I can see the gentleman

in question ahead, m'lady.

He's just leaving the control tower

in a motor car.

Right, Parker, away we go.

Now, you'll find the real Dr Grant

somewhere in this building here.

Right.

Airport police. This is Assembly Control.

Search the missile store,

block F, immediately

and locate Dr Grant's whereabouts.

Providing he's OK, bring him over

to Central Control immediately.

Roger, Control.

- Say, how do you know all this?

- A pretty little bird told me.

- He's got a good start on us, m'lady.

- Yes, I can see him down below.

My guess is he's making for

that motorboat by the jetty.

- How're you feeling, Dr Grant?

- Just fine.

He just held me at gunpoint, tied me up,

and locked me in the missile store.

Guess it's another sabotage attempt.

What beats me is

how you knew where I was.

All you need to know is that the launch

is taking place as per schedule.

OK, sir.

So much for the good-luck charm

given to me by Lady Penelope.

- Safety belts on, m'lady?

- Safety belts on, Parker.

Lowering hydrofoils now, m'lady.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

Takeoff lighting.

It looks as if an accomplice is waiting

to pick him up in that helicopter, m'lady.

It's an army 'elicopter, m'lady,

and no doubt it's 'eavily armed.

Well, let's hope they attack, Parker.

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