The man punched Peter in the face, then stepping on him, he reached out for
Alexis Rockford. However, she had quickly learned from Steed and Mrs. Peel
and flipped the goon over her shoulder before sitting on him. The other
girls quickly joined.
Steed sat up stunned. "That's something you don't see every day," he quipped.
Mrs. Peel helped Tara up, then rushed over to make sure Peter was all right. Satisfied he was alive, if not conscious, Mrs. Peel walked over to the pile of girls. "I'd like to ask him some questions," she motioned for Cassandra to get off his head. "Who hired you," she demanded. The man ignored her. "Who hired you," she yelled. Again there was no response.
"I believe my wife asked you a question." Apparently Peter had woken up.
The man looked at Peter. "It was him," he confessed, nodding, as best he could, toward Steed.
Tara growled. "Why would Steed hire a kidnapper?"
The man shrugged. "I don't ask no questions," he replied.
"Wait a minute," Verena interrupted. "Steed and Mr. Peel look exactly alike. How can this man tell them apart?"
Tara and Mrs. Peel looked confused. "They look totally different," Tara informed them. "Steed is debonair, while Peter is just---ordinary."
Mrs. Peel grimaced. "I wouldn't put it that way," she admitted. Peter motioned for the girls to get off the thug.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," Cassandra warned.
"What harm could it do," Peter questioned.
As soon as he was fre, the goon spun around, catching everyone off guard, and knocking them off their feet. This time, though, he didn't make the mistake of going for Alexis. Instead he grabbed the bewildered Esteed and raced out of the flat.
"I believe that answers your question," Steed informed Peter.
AN: Okay, I know. This 'chapter' was really short, but I've been working on it for a month, and I have writer's block about what should come next. Any ideas? Put them
Steed sat up stunned. "That's something you don't see every day," he quipped.
Mrs. Peel helped Tara up, then rushed over to make sure Peter was all right. Satisfied he was alive, if not conscious, Mrs. Peel walked over to the pile of girls. "I'd like to ask him some questions," she motioned for Cassandra to get off his head. "Who hired you," she demanded. The man ignored her. "Who hired you," she yelled. Again there was no response.
"I believe my wife asked you a question." Apparently Peter had woken up.
The man looked at Peter. "It was him," he confessed, nodding, as best he could, toward Steed.
Tara growled. "Why would Steed hire a kidnapper?"
The man shrugged. "I don't ask no questions," he replied.
"Wait a minute," Verena interrupted. "Steed and Mr. Peel look exactly alike. How can this man tell them apart?"
Tara and Mrs. Peel looked confused. "They look totally different," Tara informed them. "Steed is debonair, while Peter is just---ordinary."
Mrs. Peel grimaced. "I wouldn't put it that way," she admitted. Peter motioned for the girls to get off the thug.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," Cassandra warned.
"What harm could it do," Peter questioned.
As soon as he was fre, the goon spun around, catching everyone off guard, and knocking them off their feet. This time, though, he didn't make the mistake of going for Alexis. Instead he grabbed the bewildered Esteed and raced out of the flat.
"I believe that answers your question," Steed informed Peter.
AN: Okay, I know. This 'chapter' was really short, but I've been working on it for a month, and I have writer's block about what should come next. Any ideas? Put them