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some more drawings of thunderbirds machines! the tea pot on FAB 1 is pretty cool actually. the TBS is kinda boring but it's a god damn hard machine to draw so i really didnt want to draw any more of it lol, FAB 1 is so fun to draw though. i tried using a few different colours to make the pink, don't know if it did much but it's pretty nice.
i based fab 1 of the OG thunderbirds but like usual there isn't much different. i like the OG vehicles better but it's mainly for the aesthetics of the series rather than the actual vehicles looking better. though TB5 does actually look nicer in the OG, i think the shape is more unique than TAG's >> ( #°)3
the perspectives for the drawings are pretty good i think :p
Summary: Stolen aircraft plans, the Paris airshow, and an undercover mission to get them back. What could possibly go wrong?
Ao3 link here , co-authored with @the-original-sineater
Scott scratched at his jaw for the third time in as many minutes. The fake beard hid his dimples and made his face more round. Add brown contacts, rearrange his hair, and it was an easy disguise, but it didnât mean he had to like it.
Amused brown eyes turned his way. âThen we must hurry to catch our thief, so you may remove it, no?â
âOnly if we can figure out who the thief is,â Scott growled back softly. To anyone watching they would just be a couple having a low voiced conversation. Not that you could hear much with the constant hum of nearly 500,000 people filling not one but three aerodromes at the extravagant ball held to mark the occasion. Which was part of the problem, too many suspects. What also didn't help were the scramblers set up to keep the media and anyone else from eavesdropping or doing any stock buying or selling based on things they'd overheard here: it meant they had no external comms. But there were only a limited number of buyers for the plans of a stolen, bleeding edge, in-atmosphere ion fusion engine, so that narrowed the field and meant they had a short list. What privately amazed Scott was that Brains hadnât come up with it first.
âI wonder if itâs because itâs too chancy,â was Scottâs thought as he mentally reviewed the limited specs theyâd gotten from the designers. When Three had been built, Brains had been very careful to educate them on the safety factors and what the minimum safe distances were for each planet before they could ignite the ion fusion engine. If Threeâs reactor ever blew⊠well⊠the results wouldnât be pretty.Â
He unlinked his arm from Destinyâs long enough to accept two champagne flutes from a passing waiter, offering one to her before faking a small sip from his. âAt your three, whoâs that?âÂ
Destiny made as if to adjust one of the locks of ringleted hair cascading down her shoulder to cover her look. âMonsieur Jacob Arkson, Aerospace International. He could be a buyer, he certainly seems to be looking for someone.âÂ
âAgreed. Ah, thereâs Professor Kwark at your six, glad to see her here, her Icarus has a lot of potential.â Scott faked another sip from his glass.Â
âOui, Melody in particular was pleased to see she had gotten the contract for the new Interceptors.â Destiny curled her hand around his bicep as they began casually meandering through the room again. Theyâd almost reached one of the small clusters of velvet-upholstered chairs placed for people to sit and rest their feet when she squeezed his arm once in warning, guiding him away from the area. âCâest pas vrai!â she hissed the words out under her breath, but her smile didnât falter at all. âI should have expected this, with the TI stand here. It is Jeff Tracy.âÂ
Scottâs gut knotted. He couldnât - didnât - want to face Jeff. Not unless it was in a courtroom or possibly over the barrel of his sidearm. He was also on a mission and wasnât about to jeopardise that. âWe should have. But we can stay out of his way. Monsieur and Madame Alard are beneath his notice, their company is too small for him to be interested in it.â
Destiny shook her head. âI still should have thought of it. My apologies.â
"Not your fault." Scott faked a third sip from his glass. âDavid Barnier from Space Innovations is on your nine and heâs headed toward Arkson. They could be meeting up.âÂ
âThen by all means, let us see what may be so interesting for them.â Destinyâs smile would look adoring to anyone who didnât know her. To those who did, it was the snarl of a hunting lioness.Â
They kept a discreet distance behind the two men. Both of them noting who they spoke with and what booths they stopped at. Even here in the VIP area, there were displays to look at and reps to speak to.Â
Scott had to split his attention between the men, Destiny, and keeping a weather eye out for Jeff. That man might not recognize him under his beard, but he couldnât take that chance.Â
Fortunately, Jeff was clearly more interested in hobnobbing and glad-handing with the high rollers here, but it didnât miss his notice that Professor Kwark was given a generous berth.Â
Someone else, however, made a bee-line for the professor and greeted her with the courtesy and enthusiasm she was due.Â
âDestiny, Lady Penelopeâs here.â Scott muttered as he turned to take over tracking Barnier- getting a fresh glass of wine - and Arkson - busy chatting up the rep for... âHow the hell did Fischler Industries get a booth here?!â Â Scott made a mental note to give John a heads up and put that problem aside for later.Â
âLady Penelope?â Destinyâs reaction was contained to a blink. âAnother surprise, nes-pĂ€? Shall we make contact?âÂ
âOdds are good sheâs here for the same reason we are,â was Scottâs thoughtful response. âIf she is, sheâll come to us.â At the curious look Destiny tipped to him, Scott added âYes, sheâs that good. She trained Rhapsody, remember?â Â
âDâaccord.â Destiny gave her assent and went back to tracking their suspects under the guise of crowd watching.Â
âIf Pennyâs here,â Scott looked around carefully, âParker isnât far behind.â Even knowing Pennyâs partner in âallegedâ crimes, it was difficult to spot the man if he didnât want to be seen. That also brought one other person to mind, but again, like Parker, if Kayo didnât want to be seen, she wouldnât be. Scott only hoped that she wouldn't try to knife Jeff if the opportunity presented itself.Â
Scott felt the tiniest of tugs on his suit coat, causing him to let go of Destiny for the moment it took to check his wallet and pockets. But instead of something missing, he found something added: a small piece of paper with âSST 10â written on it. He glanced around and caught sight of a woman in an utterly forgettable olive pantsuit, with her black hair pulled up into a crown braid. One eye flickered closed in a wink, before she slipped away into the crowd.
He bent close to Destiny. âWeâve been contacted. Think we can work our way over to the Concorde display in ten minutes?â
Scott had always known he was good at working his way through a room, but Destiny took it to an artform. At one point they were obliged to tarry for a few minutes, engaging a Boeing engineer in polite chit chat to give that man time to make his way into the small knot of executives whoâd been trotted out for the occasion, then they were underneath the nose cone portion of one of the prototypes of the original Super Sonic Transporter, more popularly known as the Concorde.Â
âThought you might âave gotten lost for a minute there, Mister Tracy,â Parker drawled as he appeared from behind the bank of potted palms that surrounded the display. He frowned and mock tsk'ed. ââHâif hâI might say so, brown hâis not your colour, sir.âÂ
âGood to see you too Parker,â Scott told him with a smile as he took Destinyâs champagne flute and placed both on a nearby table. It was technically a breach in etiquette for Parker addressing him as âMister Tracyâ when that title belonged to someone else, but Scott decided that he liked the gesture. One day he intended to reclaim his name as his. Heâd earned the right to be recognised under his name and by his own merits. This⊠this was a good first step.Â
âScott.âÂ
Kayo appeared at Parkerâs elbow, the olive pantsuit lending her a surprisingly high amount of camouflage. Contacts changed her brilliant eyes to a more muted hazel and tortoiseshell glasses altered the profile of her face. With the clipboard tucked in her arm and a pen behind her ear, she was perfectly disguised as one of the legion of assistants, organisers and supervisors who made an event like this possible.
âThunderbird Shadow, Parker, meet Destiny, Angel Flight Leader.â Scott made the introductions.Â
âCall me Kayo,â Kayo said as there were brief handshakes exchanged.Â
âIâd like that.â Kayoâs glance flicked to Scott for only a fraction of a second - so quick that it was only someone whoâd grown up with her and knew her tells would have been able to spot it - and then she was back to the job at hand. âStolen plans for an in-atmo ion engine, right? British Government asked us to take a look, turns out the developer was using some proprietary tech the British have to make it work and they donât want it getting out into the wild.âÂ
âSo they hâasked a âprivate contractorâ for an hâassist,â Parker finished.  Â
Destiny was the senior officer on this mission, so Scott looked to her for the direction to take. There was obviously more than just proprietary tech and the dangers of an in-atmo ion engine going on.Â
Destinyâs eyes narrowed as she sorted through ramifications and then sighed. âI fear this is a case of too many cooks in the kitchen. Our orders are to catch the thief and recover the plans. I trust yours are the same?â
âThey are. Though I doubt His Majestyâs government actually cares who stops them, just as long as they are stopped.â Kayo gave a graceful shrug.
âOh bloody 'ell!â Parker turned and darted through plants that surrounded them.Â
Only Scott knew that the darkening of Kayoâs complexion was a sign of her fury. âWhat happened?â
âWe have short range comms,â Kayo explained as she touched one of her earrings. âThe CEO of TI just accosted Penny.â Even muted, her eyes flashed. âAnd I donât dare go to help.â
âNor may Capitaine Cobalt.â Destinyâs smile was so cold it glittered. âBut I can. Please tell - Monsieur Parker?â Kayo nodded. âThat air support is on the way.â She vanished through the foliage.Â
"And while that draws every eye, we get the plans." Kayo's lips were thinned, but she regained her composure. "You have suspects?"Â
"David Barnier and Jacob Arkson." Scott reported.Â
"We had Arkson pegged as the seller, so Barnier must be the buyer. Where did you last see them?" She tapped the rim of her glasses. "I have a feed into the security cameras."Â
"Near the Fischler Industries booth."Â
"Ugh, how the hell did he get a booth here?" Kayo muttered. She tapped her glasses again and frowned in concentration, her eyes moving quickly behind the glass. "Got them, going towards the service area."
"F.A-" Scott caught himself, then shrugged it off. "F.A.B."Â
âWhat was your plan?â Kayo slipped out of their cover.
Scott was right next to her. âCatch the thief, get the plans, and if we could, nab the buyer as well.âÂ
âQuite the change from âInternational Rescue doesnât do that',â she teased.
Scott shrugged and didnât bother to hide the flash of regret from Kayo. âIâm not Thunderbird One anymore, Iâm Captain Cobalt of Spectrum, and he has a very different playbook.â
âI didnât mean -â Kayo looked guilty but kept heading for the service areas. A woman with a clipboard, walking fast, worked better than a man in a Spectrum uniform for having people get out of the way.
âI know. Gordon and I joke about the old things too.â Scott waved it away. âHopefully soon they won't be the old things anymore.â
The crowds thinned the further they got from the movers and shakers. No one would remember a serious, dark haired woman in an olive pantsuit and a dark haired man in a dark suit, and with his photojammer the surveillance records wouldnât be of any help either.Â
A duck around more plants in pots and they were into the service area. The back area where the work happened was far less glamorous than the areas that the customers were allowed to see. Unused dividers, broken stands, stacks of chairs and trolleys lined the walls and people were bustling and hustling. The kitchen area was organised chaos and billowed with steam from the sterilisers as wait staff brought back trays of used glasses and swapped them for trays with freshly filled flutes or laden with mouthful sized morsels. No one paid them any mind.Â
Finally they left all that behind them and they were into the areas used when the aerodromes were in operation: offices, workshops, a staff kitchenette, storerooms and meeting rooms. There were a couple of security lights and the glow from various appliances and machines on standby, but aside from that it was dark.Â
âJust up ahead, empty office two doors down on the right.â Kayo set her clipboard down on a cabinet, palming a long stiletto knife thatâd been hidden amidst the papers.Â
âAcknowledged.â Cobalt unbuttoned his jacket and took his service pistol from a kidney holster. It wasnât the most comfortable way to carry a pistol this long, but between the size of the gun and the low profile Kevlar vest he had on, it was far more comfortable and accessible than the small of his back.Â
They both half crouched, Cobalt taking the lead as they edged towards the door. There wasnât a window, but light glowed around the edges of the doorframe. Cobalt hand signed for Shadow to take the door. She glared at him in response. âIâm armoured, you arenât,â he said softly. That got him a blink and then a nod. She tested the handle, held up her free hand, and counted down from three to a fist. Then she shoved the door open and Cobalt dove into the room, rolled, and came up in crouch, his gun covering the middle of the room.Â
Their suspects stared at the sudden appearance of an armed man in their supposedly private meeting before reacting. Arkson shoved the desk heâd been standing behind toward Cobalt and Barnier bolted for the open door.Â
Cobalt didnât flinch at the movement, but reacted by vaulting the desk and kicking Arkson in the chest. Arkson went down in a tangle of limbs. Cobalt spared a glance toward where Barnier had fled, only to see Shadow kneeling on top of him.Â
Arkson thrashed, trying to get up, only to still as Cobaltâs gun centred on his nose. âCaptain Cobalt of Spectrum, youâre under arrest. Please donât try to resist, I donât need the paperwork.â
âS-Spectrum?â Arkson stammered, eyes wide and glancing over at his similarly pinned co-conspirator and the knife at his throat.Â
âYep. Where are the plans?â Cobalt demanded.Â
There was a gulp, a glance over at Bernier again, a little frown as Jacob tried to run the odds, then a change of expression as he realised that he, an older man well into the later stages of middle age spread, had very little chance against the fighting fit officer pinning him. âInterior pocket of my jacket.âÂ
Keeping the gun trained on his captive, Cobalt flicked open Arksonâs jacket, quickly searched him, then found and pocketed both the manâs phone and the high security data chip with the plans. âOkay, on your feet, keep your hands where I can see them.â Cobalt backed off just enough to let him up, heâd check the chip once his prisoner was secure. âShadow, you good?âÂ
âJust peachy,â Kayo responded, a knife-edged grin in her words.
Cobalt just shook his head and pulled a pair of mag-cuffs out of an inner pocket. He tossed one to Shadow, then looped the thin metal cables around Arksonâs wrists, and activated the tiny electro-magnet. It would take highly specialised bolt cutters to get them off without the matching key. His prisoner taken care of and not worried about Shadow with hers, he pulled his phone out and slid the chip into the built-in reader. Not that he could see what was on the chip, just know if it was the real deal or not. The flash of green let a knot of tension unravel in his shoulders.Â
âAll good - Cobalt?â Kayo had Barnier on his feet.Â
âYup, got them and the plans. The colonel is going to be pleased.â He left the chip in the phone, he would turn both in when they got back to Cloudbase. âAny word from Destiny or your team?â
There was a murmur of conversation, a moment of listening, her head slightly tilted to one side, then her eyes widened and a smile cracked her facade. â...letâs get these two into custody first, then Iâll update you.âÂ
Cobalt cocked a curious eyebrow at her, then nodded. âS.I.G.âÂ
Tidying up the loose ends didnât take long - a hustle out a back entrance and the two of them were handed over to the waiting Spectrum team of local agents, led by Blue - and then they were back inside to link up with the other halves of their teams.Â
Kayo waited until they found some privacy in the service area, tucked away between two unused catering towers and shadows, to brief him.Â
â...Destiny slapped him?!â Scott exclaimed, eyes wide. The Angel Leader was a ferocious woman, he absolutely believed that sheâd done it, the question was how sheâd managed to pull it off in such a way to not lead into further complications.Â
âSlapped him and absolutely tore him to shreds in very loud, very angry French,â Kayo informed him, her eyes glittering with mirth. âShe was intervening âbecause some barbarian was being rude to her dear friendâ and when he turned to address her, he accidentally knocked the glass in her hand and spilled champagne all over her dress. She yelled heâd done that on purpose and when he stepped closer to âbe a gentleman and assistâ - because people were looking - she managed to move in such a way that his palm brushed the front of her bodice, and she shrieked and slapped him. Penny says it all looked completely natural and the media are swarming.âÂ
âWow.â Scott leaned back against the concrete wall to absorb that. âI think Iâll buy her a spa day somewhere for that.â He canted a grin at Kayo. âWeâve got a saying on base, âHappy Angels means living Captains'. Perfect example of why right there.âÂ
âI like that.â Kayo grinned back, then she softened. âScott?â         Â
âYes?â
She stepped close enough to lay a hand on his arm. âI couldnât say so before, but Iâve missed you.â
The weight of those words hit like a freight train. Scott swallowed, gave a brief scan of the area then reached out, and pulled her in close. âOh, sayang, I have missed you so much as well.â He held her in his arms and gloried in the fact he could do so. Her arms slid around his body, even as she pulled back a little. There hadnât been a chance for them to be alone in New Haven like this, especially with how secretive they both were about their relationship - hard learned habits of 'keep myself safe by keeping it secret' weren't easy to shake. Gordon and John knew about them, but no one else. Scott bent his head slightly and gently brushed her lips with his; an unspoken plea for consent.
Kayo rose up on her toes and captured his mouth with hers. Over two years was far too long to go without kissing her beloved. It was a timeless moment of stolen joy. They broke apart before the need to breathe got too great. Kayo wrinkled her nose at him. âI donât think I care for the beard.âÂ
Scott chuckled and tried to pull her even closer, storing up the sensation of her in his arms against the coming drought. âItâs just for this mission, itâs going to be gone as soon as I get back to base.âÂ
âGood.â She caught his mouth again for another soul searing kiss. She was hoarding her own memories against the famine to come.
They broke apart far too soon for either of their liking. Scott made sure any damage to her hair or clothing was settled and Kayo erased any marks that anything private had happened on his. She settled his suit coat and lightly gripped the lapels. âIâm going to take Destiny up on her offer. Just to let you know.â There was a playful lilt in her voice.
âIf I can pry you out of their clutches and the Amber Room, I know just the place.â His grin was slow. âHow does several hours alone sound?â
Her eyes widened. âLike bliss.â
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I know, Virgil's pose is quite similar to the previous portrait I did of him... but I wanted to kind of "mirror" his pose with Kayo since @vegetacide asked for a portrait of them together... and that was the first idea that sprang to my mind.