Righting Wrongs
By: Karmyn
Prologue
Heavy curtains covered the windows of the old building, assuring that no
light inside would be seen from the street. In the small room, Jenkins waited for
his associate to arrive. Though they had been working on this project for six
months, it was only in the last two months that they had made any real progress.
Still, there was plenty left to do before the project was finished. So far, though,
things seemed to be going well. Emma Peel had seemed to accept her "husband's"
return without question.
Jenkins ran a hand through his thin red hair and sighed. He was beginning to
tire of this mission and Strand was late, again. Five more minutes and he was
leaving. He picked up the pile of surveillance photos and was once again struck by
how possibly wrong this was. In the photos he saw two happy people, two people
very much in love. And it was his job to destroy that. He had done things like this
before with no problem. Why did it bother him so much now? Developing a
conscience was bad for business.
Jenkins put away the folder and checked his watch. Two more minutes.
Where was Strand? Why was he so late all the time? He was the one who had done
most of the work on this project.
Strand arrived thirty seconds before Jenkins was going to leave. He was
carrying a stack of papers that he thrust at Jenkins. "Here's an update," Strand
said. "Society page reports that Mr. And Mrs.
Peter Peel attended a dinner given
by Admiral Leeds. This is very
good progress."
Jenkins glanced at the newspaper clipping and then set it aside. "Very good,"
he said, "but what about Steed? How is he adjusting to the new partner?" There
were times that he was glad that he could fake enthusiasm for things. Came in very
handy at times.
"I don't have anything new, but I'm sure it's going very well. Miss King is
quite lovely."
"Yes, but she's not Mrs. Peel. She and Steed were very much devoted to one
another."
"Yes, I know," Strand answered. "I've studied the surveillance photos more
than you have." Yes, he had studied them very much on lonely nights.
Just then the phone rang and Strand answered it. "Hello?...You're
sure?...Okay, thank you for telling us." He hung up the phone and turned to Jenkins.
"Looks like we have a new problem."
Author's Notes: I think I might actually finish this one this time. I haven't changed any of the prologue, but other chapters will be revised. This is a story that I have been wanting to write for a very long time. I hope you enjoy it and as always, feedback is appreciated.