Mrs. Peel sped towards Steed's flat in her silvery Lotus Elan. She just hoped that she could come up with a plan.

Meanwhile…

Steed was just sitting down with a large brandy, when he heard his doorbell ring.

Sighing, Steed debated whether or not to answer. BUZZ! The doorbell was insistent. Steed slowly got up and stode to the door. He opened it, smiling, "Hello, I didn't…" Steed stopped. Mrs. Peel wasn't at the door. It was a delightful young woman wearing a lowcut top and a miniskirt. "Hello," he said, as only Steed can.

"Hello," the young woman said looking down, "I've heard all about you. That is if you're who I think you are. John Steed?" She flashed a brilliant smile.

"I sincerely hope so."

"Good," the woman began, but never finished. Before Steed could react, she had him pinned to the floor, hogtied.

"Am I so out of practice that a girl half my size can defeat me?" Steed thought to himself, cursing his inability to resist the opposite sex.

"Sorry Mr. Steed. You're going to need to come with me." And with that the young woman bent over, and hoisted Steed over her shoulders. Steed hoped that no one was watching. It was embarrassing enough to be hogtied, but to be picked up and carried?

The woman giggled, as if hearing his thoughts. "No, Mr. Steed, you're not out of practice. I'm just stronger than I look." She carried him down the steps to a waiting black nondescript car, and tossed him in the trunk. "Toodles" she giggled, then slammed the trunk shut. Steed felt her hop in the back seat, then felt the car roar off. It stopped suddenly at a light, and Steed was thrown against the back of the car. He felt the door give and then oblivion.