Lady Penelope and Parker watch as Thunderbird 1 flies back off into the trees. The Armageddon is getting lippy.
Armageddon:
An International Rescue agent Lady Penelope? You think your precious Thunderbirds crafts can save you now?
Agent Crichton:
They're our only hope, now shut up!
Armageddon:
I don't want the Thunderbirds! They're no concern to me!
Agent Crichton:
I said shut up!
BANG! A warning shot.
Parker:
M'lady, look!
The readings and levels begin bleeping nosily, as they reach dangerously high levels, almost to the top of the danger point.
Lady Penelope:
The gas! We don't stand much longer in here. Armageddon, how much longer do we have before this complex is destroyed?
Armageddon:
I thought you told me to shut up!
Agent Crichton:
Just answer her!
Armageddon:
Alright. Ten minutes perhaps. Eventually the complex won't be able to stand the concentration of gas in the air. And then, pow! We would be dead if that Thunderbird hadn't of cleared us out!
Scott:
Thunderbird 1 to Lady Penelope, how much longer do you have?
Lady Penelope:
I should say all of ten minutes.
Scott:
Right, Thunderbird 2 is arriving. Stand by Virgil!
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Thunderbirds: The Armageddon Affair
FanfictionThe Armageddon - a ruthlessly powerful businessman, preparing to release highly dangerous amounts of toxic gas all across the major capitals of the world. And one of Lady Penelope's agent has spotted him heading for the South West of England. Theref...
