Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Thunderbirds; I do not have that honour. This is purely for fandom entertainment only. You may notice that I have been away for quiet awhile. Now I have had my baby I have time to write again - to a point! With this in mind I have deleted the old chapters, amended errors and reloaded along with the latest new chapter. Enjoy!

1

Thunderbirds one and two had been drafted to London in the UK after a group of archaeologists had become trapped at an underground excavation. The cause for the cave in was currently unknown but had attracted major media attention being in the centre of the city. It was making the rescue more difficult as Scott had to be mindful of filming and potential photograph taking. The digital age was making it difficult to enforce the no photos rule to the point of where several governments had made it a criminal offense to do so in the attempt to control the situation. There secrecy must be maintained at all costs. Scott was keeping a watchful eye over the crowd at his mobile base, placed directly between the thunderbirds.

Virgil was already underground with Alan, in the mole trying to free the trapped archaeologists. He had been down there for over 30 minutes now as the excavation site was an impressive 150ft below. Scott was staring at the mole's entry point willing his brother to call soon to say they were on there way back. Due to the nature of the operation they were maintaining clear airways. Brows creased, Scott continued to wait impatiently.

In amongst the crowd gathered to catch a glimpse of the legendry international rescue was a woman watching intently. She was in her mid twenties and was excited to see the people she admired working to save those trapped below. She was sure glad she was off duty today; this crowd control operation was a logistical nightmare! Hundreds of people pressed at the barriers which were straining under the pressure. The noise and hubbub would have been unbearable for someone that hated crowds. A line of officers was stood with their hands behind back facing the crowd ready to tackle any disorder. Clear no filming signs were flashing on all the electric billboard advertising in the square. She scanned the crowd looking for the best gap to exit as she had involuntarily been pushed to the near front by the crowd. She saw a glimpse of those fantastic machines, the streamline quality of the gunmetal grey one made it look like a rocket and the other looked to be some type of industrial carrier craft like nothing she had ever seen. She naturally cast her eyes to the right of the larger aircraft to try and compared the size of it next to the buildings. It was there; up on the building opposite, that she noticed the flash of the summer sun reflecting off a metal like object. Then she noticed the shadow pop up from below the object. She went cold with what she saw. Behind the reflective object was a man. The reflection was a scope and the man a marksman ready to aim with cold, calculated precision. A tiger in wait, ready to pounce on its target. She was short for her age but able to follow the marks man's view point through the shoulders jostling in the crowd. With her training she saw what he was aiming straight at. It was man in blue, the man from IR.

She sprung to action elbowing and thrusting her way through the tightly packed group of people. MOVE! She shouted. EMERGENCY! POLICE! MOVE GOD DAMMIT! The crowd began to part marginally but not quick enough, she was so close to the barrier. She was praying to God that she would get there in time, she had to save him. She lost concentration momentarily at the horror that he might become a victim. This earned her elbow to the face. There was blood dripping from her lip now but she barely noticed. She was out of breath from having it literally crushed out of her, squeezing into the tiniest crevices and gaps in a bid to get to the front. She was wild with urgency and thrashed in the crowd like a trapped animal, shouting – trampling on feet if she had to. She strained forward, her left hand extended as far as she could get it. She could feel the strain on her shoulder as she grabbed the barrier. She used two young men to scramble her way up on to the barrier. The police tried to grab her, she flashed her badge as she leapt over the head of the nearest officer from where she had been balancing on the top of the barrier to give her extra range. She landed awkwardly grazing her hand and ripping her jeans but recovered quickly. If she didn't get tazared it would be a miracle she reflected. She dared not look behind or upwards, she just had to reach him! She sprinted, her destination a good 200 yards in front of her, several police trailing behind her. The marksman saw the commotion; this was his last chance at a clear shot, his finger wrapped around the trigger softly ready to hit his target. She was under the shadow of the rocket now. She continued to clear the distance, her chest was screaming at her to stop but she wasn't going to, not when she could avert a tragedy. The guy in blue looked stunned as she took a running leap and barrelled into him, knocking his hat clean off. "What the!" He exclaimed surprised. "Sniper, DUCK" was all she had time to bellow as he hit the floor and she landed half sprawled across him. The bullet had been fired, the sniper already fleeing the scene after expertly dismantling his weapon. Below there were screams from the crowd, all hell broke as chaos ensued.