Chapter 12
Neil and his men searched the house endlessly, flipping it upside down and inside out looking for anything.
"There's nothing here!" shouted one of the men and Neil snarled.
"Tricked from the start!" he growled. "She was too perfect, I should've seen it."
"This house didn't even belong to them, the property is licensed under a Gertrude Vogel," said another goon, handing Neil the information.
Neil handed it back and picked up an old picture frame of a beautiful young woman.
"This must be her, younger of course," sighed Neil. "She's a dead end, probably doesn't even know her home is being occupied let alone by who."
"She doesn't even live in Germany, migrated to the states years ago," said the goon. "Right to the town where we found our little high school teacher."
Neil perked up and then burned hotly for a moment.
"Of course she is," he slammed the frame down to the ground and it shattered. "That bastard has kept one step ahead of us the entire time!"
"And the woman?" asked the goon.
"We know nothing about her. His wife, his friend, his accomplice, who knows?" growled Neil. "But they can't hide forever and when they come out of hiding we'll be there, waiting for them."
Neil whistled and signaled to his men to leave the premises.
"Warnsworth, stay here and keep watch, if you see anything remotely resembling one or both of them, restrain them, you hear me?" ordered Neil.
"Yes sir," nodded Warnsworth.
"Try to look inconspicuous," said Neil as he tailed the group into the row of cars out front of the house.
Warnsworth sighed as the train of cars left down the street, leaving him behind.
"Dear Warnsworth, try to look inconspicuous for my girlfriend who might be trying to take over the world with her genius boyfriend, wouldn't want you to get in the way," Warnsworth mocked and crept into the alley between the houses.
He leaned against the fence.
"I'm a professional Warnsworth! I screw up and blame it on everyone else," he continued to grumble. "Like you because you're stupid."
He began lighting a cigarette and continuing his small tirade.
He didn't hear the fence door open behind him and two head peak out into the alley, watching him with wide grins.
Helen looked at Nikola and Nikola chuckled silently as they listened to Warnsworth mock and complain about his boss.
"Nevermind that you went to York or anything like that, Warnsworth, you're still an idiot, not like me, look I have a gun and it's bigger than yours."
Helen signaled to Nikola that it was time.
Nikola smirked and let go of the door, letting gravity use it's natural force and the fence door collided against the fence loudly.
Warnsworth jumped and turned to face them.
"You know, you're hardly inconspicuous when you grumble like that," said Nikola.
"What? How?"gasped Warnsworth.
"Magic," Nikola said, fanning his hands just to be that much more obnoxious.
"But..." Warnsworth looked over at Helen.
"Just get on with it, Nikola, before he runs away," Helen rolled her eyes.
Warnsworth's eyes widened in realization and he began to turn to run but was knocked unconscious before he could even make two steps.
"That was easy," said Nikola.
"It would've been easier if you weren't such an arse," Helen rolled her eyes again as Nikola threw the small man over his shoulder.
"But then it wouldn't be half as fun," Nikola took the body into the hard and Helen closed the fence behind him.
"We don't have time for fun, we already waisted an entire day on "fun" let's just get this done before Neil and his men come back, ok?"
Nikola snickered and opened the doors to an old cellar that had been converted during the war to be a safe bunker.
"I remember these," Helen sighed.
"Me too," Nikola tossed the unconscious man down there carelessly. "Makes a good interrogation room. Tie him up, I'm going to get a chair."
"Right," Helen rolled her eyes.
Nikola headed to the house.
"You probably gave him a concussion," she called after him.
"He'll be fine," Nikola shook his head and waved her off.
Helen sighed and went down to the bunker.
"Fun times my foot," Helen grumbled, pulling a rope out of her bag.
~~~~Later~~~~
The bag was removed from Warnsworth's head.
He blinked in the bright light.
"Where am I?" he said, the panic evident in his voice.
"In hell," Nikola said dramatically then sniggered. Helen hit him. "Ow..."
Helen stepped into the light.
"Warnsworth is it?" she came up to him.
"Who are you, lady?" cried Warnsworth.
"The better question is: who are you?" Helen said challenging. "I've wondered about you since the beginning, you're not like the others."
"How so?" asked Warnsworth.
"Fresh-faced, innocent with a conscious working for the military mob to hunt down whack jobs and geniuses like him? I don't think so, and trust me when I say I can read people, I lived with a relative Sherlock Holmes for several years, picked up a few things," Helen crossed her arms firmly.
"Heh! Relative," scoffed Nikola.
"Who are you Warnsworth?" asked Helen, ignoring Nikola.
"I was recruited for this squad because of my abilities before that I was a corporal, Corporal Dan Warnsworth," said Warnsworth.
"Bull," said Helen. "You've never been in the military all your life. Though you have gone through a similar disciplinary experience. What are you?"
"I just told you, I'm..."
"Nikola!" called Helen.
Nikola picked up a metal rod and sent an electric charge through it.
"Now this is only going to hurt a little bit," he said with a very suspicious smirk. He held up the glowing blue rod up to Warnsworth's face. "It's just a few volts do the face can't do that much damage can it?"
"No, I don't think so," Helen shrugged.
"Maybe somewhere lower, gut maybe? Or..."
"Alright! Alright! My name is Agent Dan Wilson. I'm CIA," sighed Warnsworth.
Nikola looked over at Helen and she nodded her head. He dropped the rod.
"I'm undercover. Corporal Dan Warnsworth is my cover name. They sent me into the military because I had boot camp training when I was younger so I could become an inside man on this operation. They are operating inside the military but not necessarily with the military's consent. This thing with Russia is beginning to go out of hand, people with lots of power and influence are putting stock into these little pockets of pseudo-military rogues who will build the weapons they want without going through official channels. Eisenhower is getting worried that these pockets will do something drastic so they've sent us in to become preventatives."
"Oh Eisenhower, such a uptight little paranoid, you know I hated working for him. It was all, "He's going to try to destroy the world any chance he gets. I don't like the information you sent us Nikki. You even leave the building, I'll shoot ya," yeesh," Nikola rolled his eyes.
"Well, you did try to give that machine to the entire allied governments and cause global catastrophe, not necessarily the best traits for one's employees," Helen sighed
"I only did it because you told me to, and it was a waist of my time," growled Nikola.
"Who the hell are you people?" cried Warnsworth, now Wilson.
"Can we?" asked Nikola.
"I can, you, no," Helen pushed Nikola aside. "We're not the bad guys Agent Wilson, we're actually on your side if you'd hear us out."
"All I know is that he is apparently a genius only rivaled by Nikola Tesla himself, though Nikola Tesla would be easier to catch than he is," Wilson pointed to Nikola.
"That's what you think," Nikola snickered.
"Ignore him," Helen waved Nikola off.
"You however, are a mystery. You're not really Helena Heathering, are you?" asked Wilson.
"No, I'm not," Helen sighed. "I might as well tell you the truth."
She looked over at Nikola.
"My name is Helen Partridge, British Secret Service and this is my partner...Frank," Nikola gave Helen a look. "We have the real scientist you are looking for in protective custody, and Frank here was sent to replace him. Our mission was to infiltrate this particular organization after they had kidnapped several key people to recruit into their operations."
"British Secret Services?" asked Wilson.
"We're specialists," interjected Nikola.
"Oh."
"Maybe we can help each other out, you'd get all the credit of course, maybe even a fair promotion," Helen added.
"We just want to stop them," said Nikola.
Wilson looked at the two of them skeptically but then nodded.
"What would I have to do?"
Nikola and Helen looked at each other. Nikola grinned.
"That's the easy part, you just have to call up that fun lovable chap, Mr. Parsons and have him come down here and turn over Helen, she'll take it from there," said Nikola.
Helen went around and released Wilson from his bonds.
"How did you know I wasn't one of them?" asked Wilson.
"Intuition, that and Frank found your badge hidden in your breast pocket.
Wilson shot his gaze down to his chest.
"I see," he glared at Nikola.
Nikola smirked sheepishly.
"So you two have been playing him since the beginning," said Wilson.
"Yes," said Helen.
"And so the whole husband thing..."
"Him in a fake beard," said Helen.
"And the whole thing with Dr. Parsons..."
"A way to get in on the inside," said Helen.
"And the bomb in the restaurant?"
"Him being a dick. Any more questions?"
"I resent that," Nikola butted in. "That happened to be a very ingenious plan."
"Why did you choose him to play the genius?" asked Wilson.
"Hey!"
"Well he looks rather nerdy," shrugged Helen.
"Hey!"
"And he's mad, so it all works," shrugged Helen, shooting Nikola a teasing wink.
"If you gossiping ninnies are done?" Nikola huffed. "We have some work to do."
Wilson stood up.
"Right then," he proclaimed. "After you, my lady."
"Why thank you," said Helen.
"Pah!" Nikola scowled and went ahead of the two of them.
"Is he always like that?" asked Wilson.
"Sadly, yes," she sighed. "You get used to it though."
They excited the safety bunker and headed into the house.
~~~~Author's Notes~~~~
Just a short but fun little chapter. More coming later. Have fun :)