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! …
jellyphone: This is great, but you know you can vote Barry Gray as well?...