Mrs. Peel awoke with a start. Her neck ached. She was again gagged, and
her bonds had been tightened. She immediately went to work on them. The
fools must not have learned. She could escape from practically anything.
The bonds loosened enough for her to get her hands free. Mrs. Peel sat up,
and quickly untied her ankles. Lying unconscious on the table next to her
was Steed. Mrs. Peel heard someone coming. She ran over to the door, and
hid behind it. "Creak," the door swung open. A young woman carrying a gun
peeked cautiously inside the room. She saw the empty table. Her mouth
opened in a wide O. "Where could Mrs. Peel have gone," she muttered to
herself, as she walked into the room.
"Right behind you," Mrs. Peel answered as she judo chopped the girl's neck. Quickly, she placed the girl onto the table and tied her up. "Steed," Mrs. Peel whispered, shaking him, and then removing his gag.
"Mrs. Peel," Steed questioned.
"That's right," Mrs. Peel replied with a smile. She turned her back to the door, and began untying Steed. "Here hold this," she said, handing Steed the stolen gun.
"Where to now, Mrs. Peel," the newly freed Steed questioned.
"To their center of operation. If we take down Granny Smith, we take down the whole society." She crept over to the door, and opened it slowly. Sticking her head out cautiously, she looked first to her right and then to her left, she motioned for Steed to follow her.
Mrs. Peel led the way down the dark, dank hallway. Suddenly, she heard the soft click of a gun being armed, and felt a barrel of cold steel against the back of her head.
"Nice, and easy, Mrs. Peel." The speaker was Golden Delicious. Mrs. Peel stood up slowly. "Now, start walking." Mrs. Peel glanced at Steed. He too was being led down the hallway by an armed Granny Smith.
"As I always say, if you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself," Granny Smith proclaimed. Mrs. Peel gave Steed an almost imperceptible nod, before judo chopping the gun from Golden Delicious' hand. Steed seized Granny Smith's arm and threw her against the wall. He banged her hand against the wall until she dropped the gun. Mrs. Peel judo chopped the head and shoulders of Golden Delicious until she collapsed from the pain. Next, Mrs. Peel turned on Rome, bent on revenge. Steed turned on Macintosh. A brief struggle ensued. Finally, all of the Bad Apples were subdued.
"Ding dong." The doorbell rang through Mrs. Peel's flat. Cautiously, she opened the door. Steed was standing there with a huge basket of apples.
"Ah, Mrs. Peel," Steed said jovially, "The Ministry wanted to express their gratitude, so they sent this over."
"Steed," Mrs. Peel replied, "I never want to see another apple as long as I live." She shut the door in Steed's face and walked away. Steed stood puzzled in the hallway. What had he done now?
"Right behind you," Mrs. Peel answered as she judo chopped the girl's neck. Quickly, she placed the girl onto the table and tied her up. "Steed," Mrs. Peel whispered, shaking him, and then removing his gag.
"Mrs. Peel," Steed questioned.
"That's right," Mrs. Peel replied with a smile. She turned her back to the door, and began untying Steed. "Here hold this," she said, handing Steed the stolen gun.
"Where to now, Mrs. Peel," the newly freed Steed questioned.
"To their center of operation. If we take down Granny Smith, we take down the whole society." She crept over to the door, and opened it slowly. Sticking her head out cautiously, she looked first to her right and then to her left, she motioned for Steed to follow her.
Mrs. Peel led the way down the dark, dank hallway. Suddenly, she heard the soft click of a gun being armed, and felt a barrel of cold steel against the back of her head.
"Nice, and easy, Mrs. Peel." The speaker was Golden Delicious. Mrs. Peel stood up slowly. "Now, start walking." Mrs. Peel glanced at Steed. He too was being led down the hallway by an armed Granny Smith.
"As I always say, if you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself," Granny Smith proclaimed. Mrs. Peel gave Steed an almost imperceptible nod, before judo chopping the gun from Golden Delicious' hand. Steed seized Granny Smith's arm and threw her against the wall. He banged her hand against the wall until she dropped the gun. Mrs. Peel judo chopped the head and shoulders of Golden Delicious until she collapsed from the pain. Next, Mrs. Peel turned on Rome, bent on revenge. Steed turned on Macintosh. A brief struggle ensued. Finally, all of the Bad Apples were subdued.
"Ding dong." The doorbell rang through Mrs. Peel's flat. Cautiously, she opened the door. Steed was standing there with a huge basket of apples.
"Ah, Mrs. Peel," Steed said jovially, "The Ministry wanted to express their gratitude, so they sent this over."
"Steed," Mrs. Peel replied, "I never want to see another apple as long as I live." She shut the door in Steed's face and walked away. Steed stood puzzled in the hallway. What had he done now?
