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or your flight tomorrow in Zero X?

Without question,

this press conference, ma'am.

Thank you, Captain Travers.

Now, I'm sending a messenger over

with a small St Christopher,

specially struck for the occasion

by The Universal Mirror.

I would like to tell my readers

that you'll be wearing it during the flight.

- It'll be a pleasure, Lady Penelope.

- That's very kind of you.

Well, it looks as if my time is up.

Best of luck for tomorrow.

Captain Paul Travers.

Package from Lady Penelope,

Universal Mirror, sir.

Right.

There'll be three crew

and two scientists. Right...

Right again.

Yep, at 1400 hours tomorrow.

That's right. Six weeks and two days.

I'm afraid I can't answer that question.

I'm afraid you'll have to

refer that question to the PRO.

Why, sure. We'll do anything

to help the press.

I've got a feeling that the takeoff

tomorrow is gonna be just fine.

60 minutes to liftoff.

Commence Zero X pre-flight assembly.

Thunderbird 2 from Mobile Control.

- Are you ready, Virgil?

- Standing by, Scott.

Mobile Control calling Thunderbird 3.

OK, Scott, in orbit.

I should see Zero X as it leaves

the Earth's atmosphere.

- Unless liftoff time is altered.

- FAB, Alan.

Now, m'lady?

Now, Parker.

Channel 1, m'lady.

Good. That's all right.

Channel 2, m'lady.

Clear launch apron.

Zero X moving into position.

Channel 5, m'lady.

Thank you, Parker.

- Trouble, Parker.

- I thought it was too good to be true.

Lady Penelope calling Scott

at Mobile Control.

- What's the trouble, Lady Penelope?

- Number 5 negative.

OK. Penelope, here's what we do.

The countdown must continue,

or we miss the rendezvous

with Thunderbird 3 in space.

I'll attend to number 5.

Meanwhile, locate Dr Grant.

FAB.

This is Assembly Control.

Radio-controlled lifting body 2

about to take up its position.

Everybody OK?

Yeah. Yeah, fine.

Everything's just fine.

And how about you, Dr Grant?

Are you OK?

Keep quite still, Doctor.

There's something wrong with your

- face.

- He's got a gun.

Allow yourself ten seconds before

coming through this door after me.

Otherwise, you might

get your head blown off.

I think I've located number 5, m'lady.

That's him, Parker.

Well done. Number 5 was a phoney,

but he's got away. Take care of him.

Right, Scott. Leave it to me.

But before I go, you'll find

the real Dr Grant on a bearing of 174

and a range of 1,204 yards

from my present position.

FAB.

I can see the gentleman

in question ahead, m'lady.

He's just leaving the control tower

in a motor car.

Right, Parker, away we go.

Now, you'll find the real Dr Grant

somewhere in this building here.

Right.

Airport police. This is Assembly Control.

Search the missile store,

block F, immediately

and locate Dr Grant's whereabouts.

Providing he's OK, bring him over

to Central Control immediately.

Roger, Control.

- Say, how do you know all this?

- A pretty little bird told me.

- He's got a good start on us, m'lady.

- Yes, I can see him down below.

My guess is he's making for

that motorboat by the jetty.

- How're you feeling, Dr Grant?

- Just fine.

He just held me at gunpoint, tied me up,

and locked me in the missile store.

Guess it's another sabotage attempt.

What beats me is

how you knew where I was.

All you need to know is that the launch

is taking place as per schedule.

OK, sir.

So much for the good-luck charm

given to me by Lady Penelope.

- Safety belts on, m'lady?

- Safety belts on, Parker.

Lowering hydrofoils now, m'lady.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

Takeoff lighting.

It looks as if an accomplice is waiting

to pick him up in that helicopter, m'lady.

It's an army 'elicopter, m'lady,

and no doubt it's 'eavily armed.

Well, let's hope they attack, Parker.

Then we may have an opportunity

to shoot it down.

Mobile Control to Thunderbird 2.

Launching underway.

- You'd better lift off yourself.

- Thunderbird 2. FAB.

- Stand by to take evasive action, Parker.

- Yes, m'lady.

Now, m'lady?

Now, Parker.

Just a little bit over to the right, old son.

Thank you very much.

I don't think there's much point

in looking for survivors, Parker.

No, m'lady.

Look, m'lady.

- Look.

- What a magnificent sight.

Central Control from Zero X. Liftoff A-OK.

Air speed:
Mach 1.2.

Rate of ascent:
3,000 feet per minute.

All systems are go.

Height:
50,000 feet. Mach 2.8.

Mobile Control from Thunderbird 2.

Am returning to base.

Zero X is entering rarefied atmosphere.

- In a few minutes, it'll be over to Alan.

- OK, Thunderbird 2.

Thunderbird 3, can you hear me?

Mobile Control, I hear you.

Alan, Zero X entering

rarefied atmosphere.

- It should be with you in one minute.

- Right, Scott.

100,000 feet. Mach 3.2.

Start countdown for chemical rocket.

Commence of countdown coming up on

computer. Countdown commencing now.

- Stand by to release lifting bodies.

- Standing by.

Height:
112,000 feet.

Height:
120,000 feet.

Increase rate of ascent

to 6,000 feet a minute.

Computer reports jettison lift bodies:

ten seconds. Release on green light.

- Roger.

- Five seconds.

Three, two, one.

Computer reports chemical rockets:

five seconds.

Air speed:
3,000 knots.

4,000.

5,000.

6,000.

- 7,000.

- Leaving Earth's atmosphere.

Computer reports jettison nose cone:

ten seconds.

Central Control, this is Zero X.

Lifting bodies and nose cone jettisoned.

Escape velocity reached.

We are leaving Earth's atmosphere.

Switch in arc-jet engine.

Mobile Control, this is Thunderbird 3.

I can see Zero X.

She's on course and accelerating

to 100,000 miles per hour.

- OK. Thanks, Alan. Return to base.

- FAB.

International Rescue calling Zero X.

Congratulations on a superb liftoff.

Our services were not required,

although a sabotage attempt

was made just before liftoff.

But we took care of it.

The rest is up to you.

International Rescue from Zero X.

Dr Grant has just told us about it.

The only thing we really

want to say is thanks.

And may I add my thanks

and congratulations, too.

You did pretty well yourself.

Mobile Control from FAB 1. Are we clear?

Hi, there, Penelope. All clear.

I'm on my own. Well, how'd it go?

- FAB.

- Well done, Penelope.

Well, it's been a hectic time for all of us.

How about us all getting together

tonight over a drink?

I hear there's a fab nightclub called

the Swinging Star near my hotel.

FAB.

Hi there, Penelope. I just happened to be

monitoring your frequency and I...

Well? What do you say, Virgil?

Are you game?

I sure am.

You're going where?

Ah, the... to the Swinging Star, Father.

It's some kind of nightclub.

That means you won't be back

till morning.

Sure, I understand - you need a break.

But this is a tough job we're doing here.

Mr Tracy, all work and no play

makes Scott a dull boy.

OK then, Scott. Have a good time.

Gee thanks, Dad. Glenn Field will be able

to reach us by radio at any time.

Don't forget, Dad,

we'll be at the Swinging Star.

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