The torrential rain continued to hammer the huge windows of Edinburgh Airport’s control tower and Chief Controller Argyll’s jaw tightened as she peered at the concrete apron outside. The visibility had worsened considerably in the last few minutes and she could no longer make out the shape of the huge green International Rescue aircraft that she knew was sitting a …

As Christmas approaches, you’d better believe that The Hood is up to his usual scheming villainy. Naturally, International Rescue are on the alert and will be doing all they can to thwart the evil master of disguise at every turn. But with so many ruined plans throughout the course of his nefarious adventures, and following on from last year’s Christmas …

International Rescue, the top secret organisation dedicated to saving lives wherever they may be in distress, was set up by multimillionaire and ex-astronaut Jeff Tracy and his five sons. Based on a small island in the South Pacific, the courageous Tracy family are always ready to swing into action at a moment’s notice, launching the fabulous Thunderbird rescue craft on …

September 30th, a day that would go down as one of the most challenging International Rescue ever faced. It was almost midday when John Tracy received the first emergency call. A diver had been exploring a deep reef network and had become trapped in an air-pocket with a damaged scuba tank. John was in the midst of relaying the information …

Thunderbird Four broke the surface a little way from the floating green Pod and was quickly winched back into position inside. Gordon, still in his scuba gear, made his way to the edge of the river and climbed out onto the jetty. Scott, Orchard and McGill raced across the rickety wooden boards towards him as he showed them the precious …

High above the Earth, Thunderbird Five hung like a silver spinning top in geosynchronous orbit thousands of kilometres above Tracy Island’s highest peak. Inside the control room, Jeff Tracy’s youngest son Alan raced to the receiver array as the distress call indicator pulsated with a reddish glow. The speakers crackled into life and a tense voice spoke, “Calling International Rescue! …

Preparations to ring in the new year were well on the way on Tracy Island. Alan, Gordon and Tin-Tin had just returned from helping Grandma and Kyrano in the kitchen when there came the familiar bleeping of an emergency call. Jeff Tracy pressed the concealed button on his desk and spoke into the hidden microphone, “Go ahead, John.” The large …

Continued from Previous Report As the Great Abyss began to roll sideways in front of him, Gordon gritted his teeth and slammed the throttle control forward. With a whoosh of bubbles, Thunderbird Four surged towards the stricken submarine with its magnetic rams deployed. There was a terrific clang as the powerful magnets connected with the side of the vessel and …

The large translucent hemisphere on the main control bank flashed red and the auto-recorder began to spool as the distress signal played over the speakers in Thunderbird Five’s control room. John Tracy, the young fair-haired International Rescue space monitor, strolled across the anti-gravity floor plating and listened to the transmission attentively. His brow furrowed in dismay at what he heard. …

CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS REPORT The hideous creature was climbing nearer. Every second brought it closer to the thin branch John was crouched on. If he hesitated a moment longer, he’d be in range of those viscous claws. He took a deep breath, wrapped a couple of thick vines around his forearm, and jumped. For a moment he was falling through …