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This Sourcebook features Avengers fiction written by Caroline Miniscule. The fiction maintains the flavor of the original programs and is rated G or PG unless otherwise identified. All photos used for illustrative purposes maintain their original copyright and are for entertainment purposes only.
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The Steed Identity
A story in five chapters
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Chapter 5 I. ��How inopportune,�� observed Mrs. Emma Peel. ��Quite so, dear lady.�� said Galaxy. ��Verret.�� There was a movement behind Galaxy, and Verret sidestepped into view. He too carried a gun. ��Well, you might as well come in,�� Emma said, opening the door wide. ��Thank you,�� said Galaxy. ��Sit down first, if you please.�� Emma backed up and sat down in her chair. She crossed her legs, slipping her shoe half off one foot. There was still a bit of whisky in her glass. She drained it. Galaxy entered, moving lightly as a ballerina on her massive underpinnings. There were no other chairs, only the bed. Steed made as if to get up. ��Forgive my manners, dear lady. Here, have this seat.�� ��Sit down, Mr. Steed.�� Steed sat back down with a shrug at Emma Peel. He picked up his own glass, but there was no liquor left in it. He pouted down at it. Verret entered the room, walking very carefully on a path between Emma and Steed, to take up a position with his back to the windows. Galaxy took center stage. ��So,�� said Galaxy. ��So. Emma Peel and John Steed. What a diabolical plan you two had devised.�� ��I don�t know about diabolical,�� Steed protested. ��Convoluted and complicated, I grant you.�� ��It doesn�t matter now,�� Galaxy snapped. ��You�ve failed.�� ��What are you going to do with us,�� Emma asked, reaching for the decanter and filling her glass full of liqour again. She put the decanter back down on the table and took a genteel sip. Galaxy smiled. ��You won�t be leaving this room, my dear. This man,�� she gestured at Steed, ��has a lover�s quarrel with you, and strangles you. Then, reacting in grief to what he has done, he commits suicide. A sordid story, and all too common these days.�� Steed and Mrs. Peel glanced at each other. ��All too common,�� they agreed. ��Right.�� Galaxy extended her gun hand just a little bit, making sure Steed knew it was aimed right at him. ��Verret, you may do the honors.�� Verret grinned. He tucked his gun into the waistband of his slacks, flexed his fingers, and headed for Mrs. Peel. Mrs. Peel flicked her half-off shoe at him, and as he batted it away she followed it up with her glass of liquor, hitting him in the head. Simultaneously, Steed flung his own glass at Galaxy. She ducked out of the way, which allowed Steed time to get to his feet and grab away the gun. Galaxy brought her fist around in a hammer blow, with all her massive weight behind it. Steed dropped to all fours. Emma Peel barked, ��Hold it, Galaxy.�� Galaxy turned, slowly. Verret was on the ground, as out cold as a mackerel, and Emma was holding his gun trained on Galaxy�s massive breasts. ��Sit down,�� she ordered. As calm as a Buddha, or a woman with friends in high places, Galaxy sat down. Steed remained on his knees, clutching his head. ��This just hasn�t been my day,�� he moaned. ��Steed, if you tell me you�ve lost your memory again I will shoot you myself!�� Emma exclaimed. Steed lowered his hands. His nose was bleeding again. ��I hate this mustache. It�s like a blood magnet.�� He wiped away the blood. He was sooo fed up with this day. ��I want to go home, Mrs. Peel,�� he said, with calculated pitifulness. Emma picked up on it with a grin. ��And so you shall,�� she said. ��Call the Major.�� II. John Steed unlocked the door to his flat, and stood aside for Mrs. Emma Peel to enter first. ��I�ll make us some coffee,�� she said. Steed locked the door behind them, and then stretched out on his divan. It had been a long, sad day. They�d fetched Basil, they�d swapped psyches once again, and then they�d destroyed the machine. Then they�d told Basil what had happened to Lola. Emma had given him the deposition by Munsey - that it had been Galaxy who had killed Lola. They�d brought him back to the prison, to let Major Bee deal with fulfilling the terms of their agreement. And now they were back in his apartment. Emma sat down beside him, prompting him to sit up and accept the steaming hot cup of coffee she handed to him. He reached out with his free hand, and put it over hers. ��I didn�t like this assignment, Mrs. Peel.�� he said. ��I have a feeling if I remembered everything about it I�d like it even less.�� ��Oh, I don�t know,�� Emma said, sipping coffee. ��That morning when you�d revealed you�d lost your memory - for a whole week not knowing who you really were...I thought your reactions rather interesting. Rather...comforting, somehow.�� ��Comforting?�� ��You fight the good fight, Steed,�� Emma told him, taking his coffee, and putting hers and his down on the coffee table. ��You always have, and you always will.�� ��That�s true,�� Steed admitted. She came into his arms, and all was right with his world.
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