Thanks for the reviews, all two of them. Anyway, next chapter. If you
haven't already figured this out, you find out what and who Stryker and
Xavier are. And just who is sneaky little Margaret Thatcher? Read on if
you're curious...
London Docks
"So, who're you supposed to be meeting?" Rodney Skinner asked as the Leauge assembled outside the Nautilus. All five of them ignored the amazed citizens and dock workers around them. No one had seen anything like the Nautilus before, so that was expected.
"Another agent, I told you," Sawyer looked around,"They said he'd be waiting in the parlor of 'the Dowager'. I think that's a hotel..."
"Ah, yes, the Dowager. A very fancy, expensive hotel," Skinner said thoughtfully,"It also has the worst security systems i've ever seen in my career. And i'm speakin' of my career BEFORE I stole the invisiblity formula."
"I've stayed there before," Mina Harker spoke up,"I supose your government couldn't have picked a more conspicuous spot for a meeting. Two young Americans, particulary one dressed such as you are, would draw all the unwelcome attention you could possibly want. The women who stay there will be gossiping about it for days."
"Great," Sawyer shook his head,"Well, mabye if you come with me I won't stand out so much?"
"Not a chance," Skinner grinned,"I'm just as conspicuous. Does any normal person wear this much make-up?"
"Actually..." Mina raised her eyebrows, thinking of several vapid women she had met at the hotel who wore even more make-up than their invisible man.
"Alright, then. Mina, why don't you come with me?"
"I don't know if that's such a good idea, Tom... There might be someone there who would recognise me. And most of them are now in their fourties and fifties. How do I explain that I look the same as I did twenty years ago?"
"Jekyll," Sawyer turned to his last resort,"Do you know anybody who might be there, and who might recognise you?"
"Yes, but I think I need to get... reaquanted with London anyway, so i'll join you."
"Thank you," Sawyer sighed and headed for the main street. Jekyll followed after getting Mina and Skinner's destinations. The Dowager Hotel towered over a large square, it's stark Gothic arcitechture softened by pale pink paint and red trim that only made it look like an oversized birthday cake. The long terrace was occupied by many weathy patrons and waiters that glided silently between the tables. Sawyer stopped in front of the building and waited for Jekyll. As soon as he caught up with the young agent, the two of them made their way up to the entrance. At the door, Sawyer gave his name and a waiter lead them to a table in a back corner. A young woman was seated alone at the table. Sawyer and Jekyll exchanged glances before approaching. Sawyer cleared his throat, and the woman looked up.
"Mr. Sawyer, I presume?" she asked with a bright smile. He nodded.
"And you are?"
"Margaret Thatcher. I thought-" she began, glancing at Jekyll.
"This is Dr. Jekyll," Sawyer introduced them.
"Ah, well it's nice to meet you, Miss Thatcher. I'm afraid I must be going. I'll see you later, Tom," Jekyll waved to them as he exited the resuraunt.
"And he was...?" Margaret asked, eyebrows raised
"Cover," Sawyer replied,"Don't worry, he won't blow yours. Is that your real name?"
"Yes, actually. Is Tom Sawyer yours?"
"What do you think?" Sawyer asked. Margaret's lips quirked as she took an envalope out of her purse and handed it to him.
"This is my research so far," She explained,"I think I have a lead. In fact, I know I do I just don't know why or how to accuse him. If you have any ideas...?" Sawyer looked into the envalope, and was astonished to find a photo and biography of Dr. Fredrick Stryker.
"Um, you know for a fact this guy's is behind it? Cause I know someone who might be able to help."
"So do I. I have a meeting lined up, in fact. If you wouldn't mind attending..."
"You mind if a bring someone?"
"Sawyer, this is a case-"
"I've trusted one of them with my life before. And the other is just as trustworthy, even though he couldn't literally save me."
"You said 'someone'. That's one person." Sawyer grinned.
"He IS one person. Let's just say he has a severe case of multipule personality disorder."
Sawyer had just been able to catch Jekyll and asked him to join them. The scientist was confused, but eager to help his young friend and quickly followed.
"We think that Fredrick Stryker guy is behind these murders," Sawyer explained,"Um... Agent Thatcher, right?"
"My name's Maggie," she glanced up at him,"We're going to see a source I think can help us, a doctor Andrew Xavier. Mabye you know him?"
"Actually, yes. He was a professor of mine back at Oxford, one of my favorites. In fact, as I remember it, so was Stryker, though no one was very fond of him. Several of his students commited suicide that year, actually. He seem unbalanced, unpredictable. And he had this look... Everyone was afraid of him that year, even the other teachers. But several seniors said that he hadn't always been like that."
"I met him last night," Maggie said,"I agree, he's a little creepy. But Xavier? Is he trustworthy?"
"Yes, very. He always seemed to be able to see into people's minds, and understand their problems."
"Good. Mabye he knows something about Stryker," Maggie nodded and lead the two men down the street,"Well, are you coming?" Sawyer and Jekyll exchanged glances before following the young woman. Sawyer was begining to like Miss Margaret Thatcher very much.
Okay, what'd y'all think? I love feedback! Thanks agian for those two that did review (and if I missed somebody, sorry!) ~Neffy
London Docks
"So, who're you supposed to be meeting?" Rodney Skinner asked as the Leauge assembled outside the Nautilus. All five of them ignored the amazed citizens and dock workers around them. No one had seen anything like the Nautilus before, so that was expected.
"Another agent, I told you," Sawyer looked around,"They said he'd be waiting in the parlor of 'the Dowager'. I think that's a hotel..."
"Ah, yes, the Dowager. A very fancy, expensive hotel," Skinner said thoughtfully,"It also has the worst security systems i've ever seen in my career. And i'm speakin' of my career BEFORE I stole the invisiblity formula."
"I've stayed there before," Mina Harker spoke up,"I supose your government couldn't have picked a more conspicuous spot for a meeting. Two young Americans, particulary one dressed such as you are, would draw all the unwelcome attention you could possibly want. The women who stay there will be gossiping about it for days."
"Great," Sawyer shook his head,"Well, mabye if you come with me I won't stand out so much?"
"Not a chance," Skinner grinned,"I'm just as conspicuous. Does any normal person wear this much make-up?"
"Actually..." Mina raised her eyebrows, thinking of several vapid women she had met at the hotel who wore even more make-up than their invisible man.
"Alright, then. Mina, why don't you come with me?"
"I don't know if that's such a good idea, Tom... There might be someone there who would recognise me. And most of them are now in their fourties and fifties. How do I explain that I look the same as I did twenty years ago?"
"Jekyll," Sawyer turned to his last resort,"Do you know anybody who might be there, and who might recognise you?"
"Yes, but I think I need to get... reaquanted with London anyway, so i'll join you."
"Thank you," Sawyer sighed and headed for the main street. Jekyll followed after getting Mina and Skinner's destinations. The Dowager Hotel towered over a large square, it's stark Gothic arcitechture softened by pale pink paint and red trim that only made it look like an oversized birthday cake. The long terrace was occupied by many weathy patrons and waiters that glided silently between the tables. Sawyer stopped in front of the building and waited for Jekyll. As soon as he caught up with the young agent, the two of them made their way up to the entrance. At the door, Sawyer gave his name and a waiter lead them to a table in a back corner. A young woman was seated alone at the table. Sawyer and Jekyll exchanged glances before approaching. Sawyer cleared his throat, and the woman looked up.
"Mr. Sawyer, I presume?" she asked with a bright smile. He nodded.
"And you are?"
"Margaret Thatcher. I thought-" she began, glancing at Jekyll.
"This is Dr. Jekyll," Sawyer introduced them.
"Ah, well it's nice to meet you, Miss Thatcher. I'm afraid I must be going. I'll see you later, Tom," Jekyll waved to them as he exited the resuraunt.
"And he was...?" Margaret asked, eyebrows raised
"Cover," Sawyer replied,"Don't worry, he won't blow yours. Is that your real name?"
"Yes, actually. Is Tom Sawyer yours?"
"What do you think?" Sawyer asked. Margaret's lips quirked as she took an envalope out of her purse and handed it to him.
"This is my research so far," She explained,"I think I have a lead. In fact, I know I do I just don't know why or how to accuse him. If you have any ideas...?" Sawyer looked into the envalope, and was astonished to find a photo and biography of Dr. Fredrick Stryker.
"Um, you know for a fact this guy's is behind it? Cause I know someone who might be able to help."
"So do I. I have a meeting lined up, in fact. If you wouldn't mind attending..."
"You mind if a bring someone?"
"Sawyer, this is a case-"
"I've trusted one of them with my life before. And the other is just as trustworthy, even though he couldn't literally save me."
"You said 'someone'. That's one person." Sawyer grinned.
"He IS one person. Let's just say he has a severe case of multipule personality disorder."
Sawyer had just been able to catch Jekyll and asked him to join them. The scientist was confused, but eager to help his young friend and quickly followed.
"We think that Fredrick Stryker guy is behind these murders," Sawyer explained,"Um... Agent Thatcher, right?"
"My name's Maggie," she glanced up at him,"We're going to see a source I think can help us, a doctor Andrew Xavier. Mabye you know him?"
"Actually, yes. He was a professor of mine back at Oxford, one of my favorites. In fact, as I remember it, so was Stryker, though no one was very fond of him. Several of his students commited suicide that year, actually. He seem unbalanced, unpredictable. And he had this look... Everyone was afraid of him that year, even the other teachers. But several seniors said that he hadn't always been like that."
"I met him last night," Maggie said,"I agree, he's a little creepy. But Xavier? Is he trustworthy?"
"Yes, very. He always seemed to be able to see into people's minds, and understand their problems."
"Good. Mabye he knows something about Stryker," Maggie nodded and lead the two men down the street,"Well, are you coming?" Sawyer and Jekyll exchanged glances before following the young woman. Sawyer was begining to like Miss Margaret Thatcher very much.
Okay, what'd y'all think? I love feedback! Thanks agian for those two that did review (and if I missed somebody, sorry!) ~Neffy
