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Steed plopped a huge pile of manila folders down on the desk in front of Mrs. Peel. "Twelve men have been murdered," he began. "All top level Ministry officials.All suspected of treason. "They're dead, they can't defend themselves," Mrs. Peel mused. "They could have been-" "Framed?" Steed flashed a smile, his dark brown eyes lighting up. "Exactly what we thought." "Any suspects," Mrs. Peel questioned. "Tow," Steed replied. "A Mr. George Anri, head electronics expert for the Ministry, and-" he trailed off. "And," Mrs. Peel questioned. "And a certain lovely young Ms. Simpson," Steed answered dreamily, staring into space. "I'll take Ms. Simpson," Mrs. Peel said firmly, snapping her fingers under Steed's nose. "Do you have the address?" "Number Three, Cat's Cradle," Steed shot this information off of the top of his head. Mrs. Peel smirked. "You go to George Anri," She ordered. "And we'll meet back at my flat." She opened the door to go, but stopped dead in her tracks. Batman and Robin were standing there, ready to ring the bell. She whirled around and fixed Steed with a no nonsense look. Steed smiled. "One thing I forgot to mention, Mrs. Peel," he said, "the secrets leaked involved the United States, so two emissaries were sent: Batman and Robin." Mrs. Peel smiled sarcastically. "Fine," she answered brightly, "Batman and I will go talk to Ms. Simpson, and you and Robin can go and talk with George Anri. Steed blanched. 'Why don't I take Batman," he suggested. Mrs. Peel stifled a laugh. "All right," she agreed. "Come on, Robin, we'll take my Lotus." As they turned and walked out the door, Steed and Batman assessed each other. "Shall we go," Batman asked. "We're taking my car," Steed replied, "The Batmobile would be too suspicious." And with that rather callous statement, he walked out the door.
Steed plopped a huge pile of manila folders down on the desk in front of Mrs. Peel. "Twelve men have been murdered," he began. "All top level Ministry officials.All suspected of treason. "They're dead, they can't defend themselves," Mrs. Peel mused. "They could have been-" "Framed?" Steed flashed a smile, his dark brown eyes lighting up. "Exactly what we thought." "Any suspects," Mrs. Peel questioned. "Tow," Steed replied. "A Mr. George Anri, head electronics expert for the Ministry, and-" he trailed off. "And," Mrs. Peel questioned. "And a certain lovely young Ms. Simpson," Steed answered dreamily, staring into space. "I'll take Ms. Simpson," Mrs. Peel said firmly, snapping her fingers under Steed's nose. "Do you have the address?" "Number Three, Cat's Cradle," Steed shot this information off of the top of his head. Mrs. Peel smirked. "You go to George Anri," She ordered. "And we'll meet back at my flat." She opened the door to go, but stopped dead in her tracks. Batman and Robin were standing there, ready to ring the bell. She whirled around and fixed Steed with a no nonsense look. Steed smiled. "One thing I forgot to mention, Mrs. Peel," he said, "the secrets leaked involved the United States, so two emissaries were sent: Batman and Robin." Mrs. Peel smiled sarcastically. "Fine," she answered brightly, "Batman and I will go talk to Ms. Simpson, and you and Robin can go and talk with George Anri. Steed blanched. 'Why don't I take Batman," he suggested. Mrs. Peel stifled a laugh. "All right," she agreed. "Come on, Robin, we'll take my Lotus." As they turned and walked out the door, Steed and Batman assessed each other. "Shall we go," Batman asked. "We're taking my car," Steed replied, "The Batmobile would be too suspicious." And with that rather callous statement, he walked out the door.