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“EOS…. Please,”
The A.I had not heard Scott beg often, and if she had, it was with a sarcastic tone. Scott was usually more sarcastic than he realized, but it was always for a good reason, to calm his family down. So, for EOS to hear Scott’s tone so serious made an anomaly in the ever-expanding data collection of the Tracy family. Scott was trying to calm John down. John who was normally the calmest brother, the one who responded to desperate pleas for help and gave his brothers other plans to help save as many as possible, was now panicking
“No! Don’t do it EOS I’m almost at the section! I can get there, and we can make it to Thunderbird Three when the others arrive!” John was panicked, his heart rate beating faster than any time EOS had on record, his blood pressure has risen as well in stark contrast to Scott’s blood pressure, which was dropping alongside his heartbeat.
“John we’ll both burn up before you even get to me! EOS eject Johns section!”
EOS had hacked the cameras to the crumpled ship on Johns command, once they realised Scott had not made it out in time, unlike the workers they had successfully evacuated. It took seven point six seconds for Scott to respond. His breathing was laboured trying perhaps in an attempt to hide his pain from John only a few miles away, safely in Thunderbird Five. It took a further twenty seconds for John to conclude without EOS’s information to know Scott was trapped in the ship. A ship that was falling back into the Earth’s atmosphere with the temperature increasing by the second. John was floating through Thunderbird Five, reaching the access door to the endless abyss of space, shouting orders to EOS about trying to stabilise the ship, slow it is decent. But the blast had affected Thunderbird Fives systems, she was hit, and the ship was not going anywhere.
EOS kept constant communication open with John and Scott, she was telling John the likely hood of success which the Tracy family had defied before. Again, another anomaly to add to the growing data. If EOS said there was a zero point zero, zero one percent chance of success, they would succeed. But this was different the percentages were negligible, there was no success rate, this was a failed mission. She alerted John to the statistics.
“John, there is no way to slow the ship, by the time you get to Scott, the ship would have already entered Earths atmosphere. Thunderbird Three will not reach you in time,” EOS stated plainly.
“Then run them again! There must be something!” John spoke quickly, already out of breath, whilst forcing his way through the mangled ship. “Get me to Scott,”
“John you won’t make it. It’s getting hotter here, get out, no point in two of us going down,” Scott’s words were said slowly, with meaning but there was pain behind those words EOS noted.
“Damn it I’m almost there! EOS open the final section! Please!”
And there it was, the order EOS had been waiting for. Normally she would have opened the section already without John having to say anything. That is how it was in Thunderbird Five. John would start talking, making plans and EOS would follow effortlessly. But this time, she hesitated. If you could call zero-point six seconds hesitation. For the first time since she became part of Thunderbird Five, part of what is International Rescue, she refused to carry out Johns’ orders. The section of ship John was in rocked rather violently, sending John into the wall.
“No EOS! Stop! He’s right there, open the damn door!” John’s heart rate increased, hands trying to override the command, trying to get the door open and somehow jump to where his brother was. He could not do it, EOS made sure of that.
“I ejected the section John was in Scott,” EOS said directly to Scott’s comms. She heard a sigh amongst the eldest ever strenuous breaths.
“Thank you…EOS,”
“Goodbye…Scott,”