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Esteed sat, tied to a chair, directly underneath a blinding white light.
"Who are you," A deep masculine voice demanded. Esteed didn't respond. "All right. We have ways of making you talk." A feather was produced and gently touched to Esteed's now bare feet.
"No.no." she gasped between fits of laughter. "All right.All right. I'll tell you." The tickling stopped. "I'm Mrs. Emma Peel."
"You're not Mrs. Peel," the voice said.
"How do you know," Esteed countered. "Have you ever met her?"
"We've done our research. She's slender. And she doesn't wear glasses."
"So I've gained a little weight," Esteed shrugged. "It's not like I haven't been worried, you know, with my husband coming back from the dead and all! And, I'll have you know that these are reading glasses."
The henchman who had kidnapped her scratched his head. "You know, she could be right, boss."
"Shut up you bloody idiot," the voice replied. "Before you stupify the rest of us." The henchman complied sheepishly. "You were supposed to grab Mrs. Emma Peel." The voice enunciated each word, as if speaking to a small child.
"I panicked."
"Never mind," the man sighed. "We still have a bargaining chip. Just not such a potent one."
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"It's too late now," Steed pointed out. "While we were panicking, the henchman got away."
"Luckily, I planted a tracking device on her," Peter boasted.
"How did you know she would be kidnapped," Cassandra queried.
"Umm.how did I know she'd be kidnapped.yes.well, I-planted a tracking device on all of you."
Alexis turned around, trying to look at her back. "Where is it? Where is it?!"
Verena Gruen placed a restraining hand on Alexis' shoulder. "Peter didn't put tracking devices on any of us."
"As a matter of fact, I did," Peter sniffed. "I figured everyone else could take care of themselves, but her-"
"Her name is Esteed," Cassandra interjected angrily.
"It's her sn," Verena explained.
"Her what?" Tara was confused, along with everybody else from the 60s.
"Her-nom de plume," Cassandra replied, "The name she writes under."
"A girl that young is already publishing books?" Mrs. Peel was astonished.
"That's why she has the fake name," Alexis Rockford answered.
"Could we please go," Peter demanded. He stormed out, followed by an annoyed Steed and a very excited Alexis Rockford.
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"I think it's about time we made a little phone call," the sinister voice laughed.
"Hello," Mrs. Peel answered the phone.
"Mrs. Peel, it's me.Esteed-" Esteed was hurriedly cut off.
"Mrs. Peel, if you want to see your little friend again, you and your partner will meet us at the corner of West Havely and 6th street in exactly one hour." The phone hit the reciever.
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"Peter, why don't you just admit you don't know where they are," Steed demanded.
Peter sighed. "Very well." He turned around and walked back into the building.
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"Steed. We just got a call. They want us to meet them at West Haveley and 6th in one hour."
Steed looked at his watch. "That doesn't give us much time. We'd better go."
"Wait a minute," Tara blocked the door. "Steed, I'm your partner now. I should go!"
"They specifically asked for me," Mrs. Peel pointed out.
"That's beside the point," Tara coutnered.
"It's okay," Verena Gruen tried to calm Tara down. "Why don't Steed, Mrs. Peel, and Cassandra go to the meeting place?" Alexis and I need to talk to Tara and Mr. Peel anyway."
Cassandra started jumping up and down. "Yay! I get to go with Mrs. Peel! Do you have a spare catsuit? Wouldn't it be awesome if we were twins?" She continued to babble on as Steed gently led her out the door.
"Now," Verena Gruen turned to Tara and Peter, "Let's get started."
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"Mrs. Peel and Steed will be here in a few minutes," the creepy voice informed Esteed. "Then I'll see the demise of tehm both!"
"Why are you so bent on getting revenge," Esteed wanted to know.
"They sent me to prison in the prime of my life, at the height of my career."
Esteed contemplated this for a minute. "You know, you really should get some anger management counseling. Look what your pent-up anger leads to."
"Would you just shut up?"
"Well, I could.But I don't think I will."
"Why not?!?!"
"You didn't say please."
The villain pondered this for a second. "All right. Would you please be so kind as to stop talking?"
Esteed smiled and nodded her head. A brief silence ensued. "So, whatcha gonna do?"
"I thought you said you were going to be quiet," the man shouted, infuriated.
"I didn't say how long I'd be quiet," Esteed explained triumphantly.
"Oh for heaven's sake."
Esteed sat, tied to a chair, directly underneath a blinding white light.
"Who are you," A deep masculine voice demanded. Esteed didn't respond. "All right. We have ways of making you talk." A feather was produced and gently touched to Esteed's now bare feet.
"No.no." she gasped between fits of laughter. "All right.All right. I'll tell you." The tickling stopped. "I'm Mrs. Emma Peel."
"You're not Mrs. Peel," the voice said.
"How do you know," Esteed countered. "Have you ever met her?"
"We've done our research. She's slender. And she doesn't wear glasses."
"So I've gained a little weight," Esteed shrugged. "It's not like I haven't been worried, you know, with my husband coming back from the dead and all! And, I'll have you know that these are reading glasses."
The henchman who had kidnapped her scratched his head. "You know, she could be right, boss."
"Shut up you bloody idiot," the voice replied. "Before you stupify the rest of us." The henchman complied sheepishly. "You were supposed to grab Mrs. Emma Peel." The voice enunciated each word, as if speaking to a small child.
"I panicked."
"Never mind," the man sighed. "We still have a bargaining chip. Just not such a potent one."
**************************************************************************** **********
"It's too late now," Steed pointed out. "While we were panicking, the henchman got away."
"Luckily, I planted a tracking device on her," Peter boasted.
"How did you know she would be kidnapped," Cassandra queried.
"Umm.how did I know she'd be kidnapped.yes.well, I-planted a tracking device on all of you."
Alexis turned around, trying to look at her back. "Where is it? Where is it?!"
Verena Gruen placed a restraining hand on Alexis' shoulder. "Peter didn't put tracking devices on any of us."
"As a matter of fact, I did," Peter sniffed. "I figured everyone else could take care of themselves, but her-"
"Her name is Esteed," Cassandra interjected angrily.
"It's her sn," Verena explained.
"Her what?" Tara was confused, along with everybody else from the 60s.
"Her-nom de plume," Cassandra replied, "The name she writes under."
"A girl that young is already publishing books?" Mrs. Peel was astonished.
"That's why she has the fake name," Alexis Rockford answered.
"Could we please go," Peter demanded. He stormed out, followed by an annoyed Steed and a very excited Alexis Rockford.
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"I think it's about time we made a little phone call," the sinister voice laughed.
"Hello," Mrs. Peel answered the phone.
"Mrs. Peel, it's me.Esteed-" Esteed was hurriedly cut off.
"Mrs. Peel, if you want to see your little friend again, you and your partner will meet us at the corner of West Havely and 6th street in exactly one hour." The phone hit the reciever.
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"Peter, why don't you just admit you don't know where they are," Steed demanded.
Peter sighed. "Very well." He turned around and walked back into the building.
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"Steed. We just got a call. They want us to meet them at West Haveley and 6th in one hour."
Steed looked at his watch. "That doesn't give us much time. We'd better go."
"Wait a minute," Tara blocked the door. "Steed, I'm your partner now. I should go!"
"They specifically asked for me," Mrs. Peel pointed out.
"That's beside the point," Tara coutnered.
"It's okay," Verena Gruen tried to calm Tara down. "Why don't Steed, Mrs. Peel, and Cassandra go to the meeting place?" Alexis and I need to talk to Tara and Mr. Peel anyway."
Cassandra started jumping up and down. "Yay! I get to go with Mrs. Peel! Do you have a spare catsuit? Wouldn't it be awesome if we were twins?" She continued to babble on as Steed gently led her out the door.
"Now," Verena Gruen turned to Tara and Peter, "Let's get started."
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"Mrs. Peel and Steed will be here in a few minutes," the creepy voice informed Esteed. "Then I'll see the demise of tehm both!"
"Why are you so bent on getting revenge," Esteed wanted to know.
"They sent me to prison in the prime of my life, at the height of my career."
Esteed contemplated this for a minute. "You know, you really should get some anger management counseling. Look what your pent-up anger leads to."
"Would you just shut up?"
"Well, I could.But I don't think I will."
"Why not?!?!"
"You didn't say please."
The villain pondered this for a second. "All right. Would you please be so kind as to stop talking?"
Esteed smiled and nodded her head. A brief silence ensued. "So, whatcha gonna do?"
"I thought you said you were going to be quiet," the man shouted, infuriated.
"I didn't say how long I'd be quiet," Esteed explained triumphantly.
"Oh for heaven's sake."