"Mr. Steed," the obviously masculine voice said.
"Who is this," Steed demanded.
"Come, come, Mr. Steed," the voice sneered. "You must have your suspicions. If not.you're not as smart as I thought you were."
Steed decided to air his thoughts. "Fine, Mr. Anri," he responded. "What is it that you want?"
"I think you know," Anri responded. "I have three people who I believe you are looking for."
"How do I know you're telling the truth," Steed calmly questioned.
"You want proof, Mr. Steed? Fine. Here's your proof."
"Mr. Steed," a youthful voice questioned.
"Robin," Steed almost shouted the name. "How are you? Is everyone all right? How is Mrs. Peel?!?!?"
"Everyone is fine, Mr. Steed. Our heads are a little bit sore, but that's because-"
"Enough," Anri cut the Boy Wonder off. "Do you believe me now, Mr. Steed?"
Steed sighed heavily. "What do you want me to do?"
"Come to my house, unarmed, and alone at 6 pm tonight."
Click. The phone went dead. Steed smiled grimly. Twilight. The perfect time.
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Anri and his four victims sat staring at the television monitor. Steed's vintage green Bentley had just pulled up. "Well I will say one thing about Mr. Steed," Anri said to Mrs. Peel, cold eyes glinting, "he's prompt. It's exactly six o'clock." He left the room, laughing evilly.
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Steed moved cautiously through the slowly darkening house, his mind on the prize; finding Mrs. Peel, Robin, and yeah, Batman, too-alive. If anything happened to Mrs. Peel, well, Anri would regret it. Engrossed in his thoughts, Steed didn't notice the dark figure creeping up behind him. Slowly the figure raised his arms and swiftly brought an object down hard on the crown of Steed's head. Steed crumpled slowly to the floor, and the assailant stepped into the light, a look of triumph on his face. It was Anri. He began dragging the inert body of Steed across the floor.
"Who is this," Steed demanded.
"Come, come, Mr. Steed," the voice sneered. "You must have your suspicions. If not.you're not as smart as I thought you were."
Steed decided to air his thoughts. "Fine, Mr. Anri," he responded. "What is it that you want?"
"I think you know," Anri responded. "I have three people who I believe you are looking for."
"How do I know you're telling the truth," Steed calmly questioned.
"You want proof, Mr. Steed? Fine. Here's your proof."
"Mr. Steed," a youthful voice questioned.
"Robin," Steed almost shouted the name. "How are you? Is everyone all right? How is Mrs. Peel?!?!?"
"Everyone is fine, Mr. Steed. Our heads are a little bit sore, but that's because-"
"Enough," Anri cut the Boy Wonder off. "Do you believe me now, Mr. Steed?"
Steed sighed heavily. "What do you want me to do?"
"Come to my house, unarmed, and alone at 6 pm tonight."
Click. The phone went dead. Steed smiled grimly. Twilight. The perfect time.
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Anri and his four victims sat staring at the television monitor. Steed's vintage green Bentley had just pulled up. "Well I will say one thing about Mr. Steed," Anri said to Mrs. Peel, cold eyes glinting, "he's prompt. It's exactly six o'clock." He left the room, laughing evilly.
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Steed moved cautiously through the slowly darkening house, his mind on the prize; finding Mrs. Peel, Robin, and yeah, Batman, too-alive. If anything happened to Mrs. Peel, well, Anri would regret it. Engrossed in his thoughts, Steed didn't notice the dark figure creeping up behind him. Slowly the figure raised his arms and swiftly brought an object down hard on the crown of Steed's head. Steed crumpled slowly to the floor, and the assailant stepped into the light, a look of triumph on his face. It was Anri. He began dragging the inert body of Steed across the floor.