THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!
WRITTEN BY ZARIUS
Disclaimer: Thunderbirds is trademarked by ITV Studios. This is for non-profit.
Martin Janus had heard stories.
At first he didn’t believe them.
It wasn’t possible he thought
He never makes a mistake, he never slips up
Part of him was close to cursing the part of his soul that felt the temptation of elation.
Keep yourself in line, it’s not real. It cannot be true.
“I take it you’ve heard?” a voice interrupted from across the dark recesses of the dimly lit prison corridors.
Janus peered through the bars of his cell to find Colonel Casey of the GDF, the woman who had, with International Rescue, exposed him as a fraudster, greeting him.
“About The Hood?” asked Janus.
“The one and the same” Casey replied, “Somebody finally cut the strings off the Puppet Master. He’s in custody now”
Janus closed his eyes very briefly; to permit that portion of his soul he had been condemning a moment to savour an apology from his conscious rational mind.
“Mr. Janus?” Casey asked, checking to see if he was alright.
“It’s nothing…nothing really, go on” Janus continued.
“I was wondering if now would be a good opportunity to finish the conversation we began a few weeks ago? You need not fear him any longer”
“Anything I can tell you, he surely can. All you need now is my testimony at whatever trial you’re going to stage for him. I’d like that, a chance to play the role of expert witness” Janus replied, opting to lay down on the bed in his cell, raise his hands high above his head, and form a small ‘screen’ with them.
He began to envision his name scrolling along the info box on the main British news channels, and even what he thought the artists’ impression would be like.
“You certainly do crave attention don’t you?” Casey noted.
“Too kind” Janus replied
“I’m afraid you won’t be going anywhere any time soon. When we brought The Hood in, he deliberately let something slip. New information, we’d like to know if you had any idea about it?”
“What new information?” Janus asked.
“He claims he knows what’s coming next, there’s something out there bigger than him, and we need to know what that is”
“Bigger than The Hood? First I’m hearing about it” Janus continued.
“Are you absolutely certain?” Casey asked
“I’ve got nothing to fear or to lose. I say again, all you need now is my wilful testimony, and that’s all you’re going to get” Janus continued.
“If you insist on your day in court, I can arrange that…but let it be known that the GDF will not be permitting The Hood’s trial to go into the public arena. A direct request from International Rescue, they said it would be too…emotionally compromising. I’m sure you can understand that” Casey explained. “Now, get comfortable, your cell mate will be joining you shortly”
“My cell mate?” Janus asked, curious.
“Yes, he’s even interested in seeing you again, as a matter of fact; he could barely disguise his excitement, surprising really considering he is a master of that craft”
Janus gave her a cruel and condemning stare. He knew what she was up to.
He knew what was coming next.
“Let me make this perfectly clear to you Mr. Janus. So long as you, The Hood or anyone who opposes or tries to pull a fast one on the GDF, there will always be something worse than the Hood and whatever is behind him to fear…and that’s me”
Col. Casey slowly walked back into the dimly lit corridors, leaving Martin Janus to curse her name, and to resume cursing his soul all over again for daring to indulge in hope.
For hope was a terrible thing on the scaffold.