Granny Smith paced around the small, dirty room. "Idiots! Fools!" She
screamed at the members of the gang, "I knew it! If you want something
right, you have to do it yourself!"
"But, Granny," Macintosh interrupted, "She said she wasn't a Ministry agent."
Granny Smith rolled her eyes. "And you actually believed her?" Macintosh nodded, looking downward. "Never mind," Granny Smith snarled. "Just find out where this Mrs. Peel lives. If that's her real name." She nodded to yet another woman. "You, Rome, this is your job." The young woman was tiny, standing barely 5 feet high, and had long black hair down to her waist. Her eyes were a startling shade of almost clear blue.
"Right, Granny," Rome replied. With that, she slipped out the door.
Granny ran to the door, "And don't you," she stopped mid-shout. Rome had already disappeared.
Mrs. Peel walked up the steps to her apartment building. What was she going to do? The leader of the Bad Apples may have already caught on the fact that she was a fake. Engrossed in her thoughts, Mrs. Peel did not notice the small dark shadow lurking in the corner of the stairwell.
"Mrs. Peel," the shadow asked.
Mrs. Peel whirled around, "Yes," she got no further. The small black shadow leaped at her with the speed of a tiger. Mrs. Peel had time to see that the shadow was indeed a small woman with long black hair, before she fell backwards and hit her head on the railing. Darkness consumed everything.
"Yes Granny, I have her right here. Don't worry she's not going anywhere. She's a little tied up at the moment. Yes Granny, I understand." Rome hung up the phone in Mrs. Peel's apartment.
Mrs. Peel was tied up and was laying across her orange sofa. She moaned and opened her eyes.
"Welcome back, Mrs. Peel," Rome said, looking directly into her eyes. Mrs. Peel shuddered, Rome's eyes looked like two holes going back into her head. "Now Mrs. Peel, I suppose you're wondering why you've been gagged as well." Mrs. Peel looked away, she had already guessed why. "It's a trap for your friend, Mr. Steed." Rome smiled at this. They suddenly heard a loud knocking at the door.
"Mrs. Peel!" It was Steed
"I forgot to tell you," Rome whispered into her ear, "I left a little message for Steed. Now don't give away my hiding place." She smiled and walked over behind the door. Meanwhile, Steed had grown worried. He used the button located on the outside frame of Mrs. Peel's door, and pressed it. Instantly the door swung open. Steed caught sight of Mrs. Peel lying tied up on her sofa. "Mrs. Peel," Steed cried rushing forward. Just as he was about to un-gag her, Rome rushed forward with unhuman speed, and knocked Steed out with a judo chop to the neck. Mrs. Peel's heart sank. Now what was going to happen!?
"But, Granny," Macintosh interrupted, "She said she wasn't a Ministry agent."
Granny Smith rolled her eyes. "And you actually believed her?" Macintosh nodded, looking downward. "Never mind," Granny Smith snarled. "Just find out where this Mrs. Peel lives. If that's her real name." She nodded to yet another woman. "You, Rome, this is your job." The young woman was tiny, standing barely 5 feet high, and had long black hair down to her waist. Her eyes were a startling shade of almost clear blue.
"Right, Granny," Rome replied. With that, she slipped out the door.
Granny ran to the door, "And don't you," she stopped mid-shout. Rome had already disappeared.
Mrs. Peel walked up the steps to her apartment building. What was she going to do? The leader of the Bad Apples may have already caught on the fact that she was a fake. Engrossed in her thoughts, Mrs. Peel did not notice the small dark shadow lurking in the corner of the stairwell.
"Mrs. Peel," the shadow asked.
Mrs. Peel whirled around, "Yes," she got no further. The small black shadow leaped at her with the speed of a tiger. Mrs. Peel had time to see that the shadow was indeed a small woman with long black hair, before she fell backwards and hit her head on the railing. Darkness consumed everything.
"Yes Granny, I have her right here. Don't worry she's not going anywhere. She's a little tied up at the moment. Yes Granny, I understand." Rome hung up the phone in Mrs. Peel's apartment.
Mrs. Peel was tied up and was laying across her orange sofa. She moaned and opened her eyes.
"Welcome back, Mrs. Peel," Rome said, looking directly into her eyes. Mrs. Peel shuddered, Rome's eyes looked like two holes going back into her head. "Now Mrs. Peel, I suppose you're wondering why you've been gagged as well." Mrs. Peel looked away, she had already guessed why. "It's a trap for your friend, Mr. Steed." Rome smiled at this. They suddenly heard a loud knocking at the door.
"Mrs. Peel!" It was Steed
"I forgot to tell you," Rome whispered into her ear, "I left a little message for Steed. Now don't give away my hiding place." She smiled and walked over behind the door. Meanwhile, Steed had grown worried. He used the button located on the outside frame of Mrs. Peel's door, and pressed it. Instantly the door swung open. Steed caught sight of Mrs. Peel lying tied up on her sofa. "Mrs. Peel," Steed cried rushing forward. Just as he was about to un-gag her, Rome rushed forward with unhuman speed, and knocked Steed out with a judo chop to the neck. Mrs. Peel's heart sank. Now what was going to happen!?
