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. …

Flying aboard Fireflash always gave Jeff Tracy a kick. True, he was the owner of an aircraft that could circle the globe in under an hour, but unlike Thunderbird One the huge Air Terrainean airliner was built to luxurious standards for the modern air traveller. The New York to London route on which the aircraft was presently travelling was one …

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 …

CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS REPORT John remained perfectly still. What was it that had made his senses react so violently? He strained his ears, listening. There was the buzz and hum of small insects and the distant lap of the waves on the beach, muted by the almost impenetrable trees surrounding him. Not a sound then. But what? Some scent or …

The powerful rocket motors roared as Thunderbird 1 tore through the sky above the mirrored surface of the Indian Ocean. Inside the control cabin, John Tracy checked his instruments and made a minute course correction. As he did so the radio crackled into life and John heard the commanding voice of his eldest brother. “Thunderbird 1 from base, come in …

[CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS REPORT] The massive elevator platform began to rise, carrying Thunderbird 2 and the three International Rescue men back to the outside world. It was an impossible situation – freeze Unity City with the Frost Cannons installed by Ireglac’s people,  or Tracy Island would be destroyed. Scott had been turning the problem over in his mind since Ireglac …

[CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS REPORT] Scott, Virgil and Brains were led by a squad of guards from the icy throne chamber along one of the many corridors in the submerged structure. The leader, who introduced himself as Lord Ireglac, preceeded them and entered a chamber filled with screens and maps covering every wall. Despite his apprehension, Brains couldn’t help being impressed …

[CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS REPORT] The huge icy elevator platform continued to lower. Scott and Brains looked upwards at the receding rectangle of sky above them. Slowly, a solid cover began to close across the opening and the daylight was cut out. Then, at last the platform began to slow. The two men exchanged a glance in the glow of the …