CHAPTER FIVE
Mrs. Peel opened her eyes. Everything was blurry. She reached up to rub her eyes, but her hands wouldn't move. Blinking, so her vision cleared, Mrs. Peel was able to see what had happened. She was bound to a--pole? Mrs. Peel looked around, curious about what was going to happen. Just then two men marched out in front of her. Both were wearing German soldier masks, that made them look identical.
"Does the fraulein want a blindfold for her execution?"
"Execution," Mrs. Peel demanded, "What am I being executed for?"
The two men looked at each other, and chuckled.
"As if you don't know. Oh well, no blindfold. Come Fritz." They marched away from Mrs. Peel, and raised their guns. "On the count of drei. Ains…"
Mrs. Peel struggled desperately against her ropes. Then a miracle. They broke! She dropped, then ran toward the men, catching them off guard. Mrs. Peel started using her sophisticated judo moves on them. She hit one in the stomach, he doubled over in pain. The other one growled angrily at this, and went to punch Mrs. Peel. Fortunately she ducked, and his fist hit the other man square in the jaw just as he was straightening up. The man yelled in frustration, and ran towards Mrs. Peel, bent on choking her. She knocked his hands away, and just as she was about to finish him with a blow to the neck, was hit from behind by the other man. She dropped like a rock. The two men took off their masks.
"You see vat I mean Kevin. She is like an Amazon. Now do you understand vhy you had to train for all that time?"
"Perfectly Z.Z.," the Steed twin replied, "Now what happens?"
Z.Z. Von Schnerk smiled evily. Now ve reacquaint Steed and Mrs. Peel. I'm going to go see if the camera captured everything. You know vhat to do."
Kevin laughed coldly.
CHAPTER SIX
Meanwhile, Steed was frantic. He had gone in the store, and come out to find his prized Bentley roaring down the road. With Mrs. Peel in it! He had called the Ministry and let Mother know everything that was going on. A car would be there in another hour, but Steed was nervous. The Ministry had just heard of a rumor that the psychotic film director Z. Z. Von Schnerk might not be dead after all. The last time Steed and Von Schnerk had met was when he had tried to kill Mrs. Peel for his movie, "The Destruction of Mrs. Emma Peel." Steed had almost lost the women he loved. She had been tied to a conveyer belt which was heading towards a huge rotating saw blade. Steed's heart twisted thinking about how close he had been to loosing her. A car pulled into the small roadside parking lot, jerking Steed from his memories. The driver leaned his head out of the window.
"Are you Mr. Steed?"
Steed stood up slowly. "Who wants to know?" His voice was slightly threatening.
"I'm from the Ministry, was sent to pick you up."
Steed hesitated. He didn't know if he could trust this man. "What makes you think I called for a car?" He questioned.
The driver didn't hesitate for a minute. "Car got stolen, along with your partner."
Steed relaxed a little. He walked over to the car, and got in.
The car backed out and started heading away from London. Steed tapped the partition. "Excuse me, where do you think you're going? I'm supposed to head back to the Ministry. The man quickly pushed a button, releasing a sleeping gas into the back of the car. Steed began to cough. Quickly he tried the door handles, which broke off in his hand. Then he tried to break the glass. He was almost successful, but the effects of the gas caught up with him, and he slumped to the floor. The man in front smiled and pressed his foot even harder on the gas peddle, roaring down the road.
Mrs. Peel opened her eyes. Everything was blurry. She reached up to rub her eyes, but her hands wouldn't move. Blinking, so her vision cleared, Mrs. Peel was able to see what had happened. She was bound to a--pole? Mrs. Peel looked around, curious about what was going to happen. Just then two men marched out in front of her. Both were wearing German soldier masks, that made them look identical.
"Does the fraulein want a blindfold for her execution?"
"Execution," Mrs. Peel demanded, "What am I being executed for?"
The two men looked at each other, and chuckled.
"As if you don't know. Oh well, no blindfold. Come Fritz." They marched away from Mrs. Peel, and raised their guns. "On the count of drei. Ains…"
Mrs. Peel struggled desperately against her ropes. Then a miracle. They broke! She dropped, then ran toward the men, catching them off guard. Mrs. Peel started using her sophisticated judo moves on them. She hit one in the stomach, he doubled over in pain. The other one growled angrily at this, and went to punch Mrs. Peel. Fortunately she ducked, and his fist hit the other man square in the jaw just as he was straightening up. The man yelled in frustration, and ran towards Mrs. Peel, bent on choking her. She knocked his hands away, and just as she was about to finish him with a blow to the neck, was hit from behind by the other man. She dropped like a rock. The two men took off their masks.
"You see vat I mean Kevin. She is like an Amazon. Now do you understand vhy you had to train for all that time?"
"Perfectly Z.Z.," the Steed twin replied, "Now what happens?"
Z.Z. Von Schnerk smiled evily. Now ve reacquaint Steed and Mrs. Peel. I'm going to go see if the camera captured everything. You know vhat to do."
Kevin laughed coldly.
CHAPTER SIX
Meanwhile, Steed was frantic. He had gone in the store, and come out to find his prized Bentley roaring down the road. With Mrs. Peel in it! He had called the Ministry and let Mother know everything that was going on. A car would be there in another hour, but Steed was nervous. The Ministry had just heard of a rumor that the psychotic film director Z. Z. Von Schnerk might not be dead after all. The last time Steed and Von Schnerk had met was when he had tried to kill Mrs. Peel for his movie, "The Destruction of Mrs. Emma Peel." Steed had almost lost the women he loved. She had been tied to a conveyer belt which was heading towards a huge rotating saw blade. Steed's heart twisted thinking about how close he had been to loosing her. A car pulled into the small roadside parking lot, jerking Steed from his memories. The driver leaned his head out of the window.
"Are you Mr. Steed?"
Steed stood up slowly. "Who wants to know?" His voice was slightly threatening.
"I'm from the Ministry, was sent to pick you up."
Steed hesitated. He didn't know if he could trust this man. "What makes you think I called for a car?" He questioned.
The driver didn't hesitate for a minute. "Car got stolen, along with your partner."
Steed relaxed a little. He walked over to the car, and got in.
The car backed out and started heading away from London. Steed tapped the partition. "Excuse me, where do you think you're going? I'm supposed to head back to the Ministry. The man quickly pushed a button, releasing a sleeping gas into the back of the car. Steed began to cough. Quickly he tried the door handles, which broke off in his hand. Then he tried to break the glass. He was almost successful, but the effects of the gas caught up with him, and he slumped to the floor. The man in front smiled and pressed his foot even harder on the gas peddle, roaring down the road.