Steed and Mrs. Peel walked down the dark alleyway. A white chalk outline
stood out on the filthy street.
"Four of our agents killed within a week," Steed began. "And what's stranger is that they were all male operatives."
"Do we have any suspects," Mrs. Peel questioned.
"Well, we thought it might have been Them, but they denied knowing anything."
"They always do. Anybody else?"
"Well," Steed started, "that's where you come in."
"What do you mean Steed? I'm already involved."
"Yes," Steed hesitated, "But we want you to go undercover. We think it might be an all-girl gang called The Bad Apples."
The women from the previous night stood in different positions around the small dingy room. Four were gathered at a table, playing poker. A few more watched the old tv, and the ringleader Granny Smith and her right hand woman Golden Delicious planned their next murder. Granny was a tall redhead with striking green eyes. Golden Delicious seemed to be all sunshine, from her golden hair to her tan skin, to her amber eyes. Suddenly the door burst open. Mrs. Peel leaned against the doorframe, rather nonchalantly.
"I heard you were looking for members," she said, studying her nails.
"Yeah that's right," Granny Smith said. "And who might you be."
"My name is Mrs. Emma Peel. I'm a judo expert, and a fair hand with a gun."
"Oh yeah? Prove it." Granny Smith thrust a small black revolver into Mrs. Peel's hand. "See that," she indicated a button laying on the floor clear across the room. "If you can hit that from where you are, then you're in."
"I can do better than that," Mrs. Peel smiled. She turned around and took a small mirror out of her pocket. Focusing the mirror, she aimed the gun behind her, and pulled the trigger. The button shattered into tiny pieces.
"All right. But before you can become a full fledged member of the "Bad Apples" as we're known, you need to prove your loyalty."
"I'm game," Mrs. Peel stated. "What did you have in mind?"
"Every inductee has to kill a selected Ministry official. We're giving you the best. John Steed. If you don't succeed in killing him, we kill you."
Mrs. Peel nodded, her mind whirling. How was she going to fake Steed's death?
"And don't worry. We'll have him waiting for you. Be here Saturday night at midnight."
"All right." And with that, Mrs. Peel turned to walk out the door. "Oh, here." She tossed Granny Smith the handgun. "This'll be a snap."
"Four of our agents killed within a week," Steed began. "And what's stranger is that they were all male operatives."
"Do we have any suspects," Mrs. Peel questioned.
"Well, we thought it might have been Them, but they denied knowing anything."
"They always do. Anybody else?"
"Well," Steed started, "that's where you come in."
"What do you mean Steed? I'm already involved."
"Yes," Steed hesitated, "But we want you to go undercover. We think it might be an all-girl gang called The Bad Apples."
The women from the previous night stood in different positions around the small dingy room. Four were gathered at a table, playing poker. A few more watched the old tv, and the ringleader Granny Smith and her right hand woman Golden Delicious planned their next murder. Granny was a tall redhead with striking green eyes. Golden Delicious seemed to be all sunshine, from her golden hair to her tan skin, to her amber eyes. Suddenly the door burst open. Mrs. Peel leaned against the doorframe, rather nonchalantly.
"I heard you were looking for members," she said, studying her nails.
"Yeah that's right," Granny Smith said. "And who might you be."
"My name is Mrs. Emma Peel. I'm a judo expert, and a fair hand with a gun."
"Oh yeah? Prove it." Granny Smith thrust a small black revolver into Mrs. Peel's hand. "See that," she indicated a button laying on the floor clear across the room. "If you can hit that from where you are, then you're in."
"I can do better than that," Mrs. Peel smiled. She turned around and took a small mirror out of her pocket. Focusing the mirror, she aimed the gun behind her, and pulled the trigger. The button shattered into tiny pieces.
"All right. But before you can become a full fledged member of the "Bad Apples" as we're known, you need to prove your loyalty."
"I'm game," Mrs. Peel stated. "What did you have in mind?"
"Every inductee has to kill a selected Ministry official. We're giving you the best. John Steed. If you don't succeed in killing him, we kill you."
Mrs. Peel nodded, her mind whirling. How was she going to fake Steed's death?
"And don't worry. We'll have him waiting for you. Be here Saturday night at midnight."
"All right." And with that, Mrs. Peel turned to walk out the door. "Oh, here." She tossed Granny Smith the handgun. "This'll be a snap."
