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"Sir, our monitoring has detected a possible... uhh, a possible level A threat." The nervous USA division head, known only as AF within the Watch, said into the mic.
On the other side of the planet the MetaWatch commander swallowed his gum. "What's the feed?"
"International Space Station, external cameras. They caught 074267, Thunderbird. She seems to have been pulled into orbit where she immediately started to freeze up and suffocate and then the feed was lost. Our tap on nearby 000395, a Russian spy satellite, caught the station... explode."
The MetaWatch commander swallowed his new stick of gum, but didn't care as he narrowed his eyes and stared hard at his mic wishing for once that he could actually see one, just one, of the team members he commanded.
"But still, level A?"
AF paused before continuing, "The satellite also caught who was responsible. It was 000001, David Blake."
Once again I would like to thank Teri who gave me this fabulous image as a gift (and yes the timing of this image with her and Ultra's current present-day story involving Thunderbird is just coincidence.)
Thank you Teri, I really appreciate this gift and your support with your characters of this story.
owns Thunderbird who has been used here with permission.
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