Disclaimer: Pete Wisdom belongs to
Marvel. Julian Garfield belongs to Mise Me Fein and Eddie and Marc are
mine. Making no money, don't sue, etc, etc, etc,.
A Farewell to Arms
The French countryside whizzed by as the Eurostar hurtled
its way along the track. Acres and acres of sunflower fields filled the
window as Edina Averil stared out passively. It was hurting her eyes to stare
at the fast moving images but it was better then listening to her companions
arguing behind her. She tried blocking out the noise by focusing all her
attention on one spot on the window. She'd almost completely lost herself
in thought when she felt a finger poke her sharply in her side. She swung round
in her seat and glared at the man seated next to her.
"Wisdom, do that once more and I'll bite your bloody finger off."
"Then stop bleedin' ignoring us."
"I will when you've got
something worthwhile to say.
"If I could just cut in here for a
Both of them turned to look at the middle aged-man, seated across
from Edina, who had spoken.
"No, you can't," Eddie snapped as
she reached over and grasped his arm. She held it up and waved his hands
in front of his face. "See these, Marc," she rattled the handcuffs,
"These mean you're the prisoner. So you get to be treated like
a child, 'seen but not heard.' Alright?"
He started to reply but
Edina held up her finger. "Sssh. Remember, 'seen but not heard.'
And you," she turned to face Pete again, "Just give it a
rest. He's my prisoner. End of chat." Eddie turned back
to the window but found she couldn't re-focus. Instead she decided to glare
at her prisoner for a while. It would have been an understatement to say
she was pleased with his capture. Marc Redmond was only a small time
operator but Eddie saw him as her ticket out of Public Relations. She'd
caught him totally by accident while attending a conference in Paris but she
wouldn't be writing that in her report. He sat across from her now trying
to look wounded in an attempt to gain her sympathy.
"He stole artifacts of
paranormal interest which makes this a Black Air op." Pete started
the argument again.
"And the files he stole with your stupid
artifact," she picked up the small wooden box in front of her and waved it
at him, "posed a danger to British national security which makes this an
"But he left the country." Pete announced with
an air of triumph in his voice, "therefore it's an MI6
"You don't work for MI6 anymore, remember?"
turned to look at the young man seated opposite him. "Julian, you're
MI6, tell her you're in charge here."
Julian Garfield just stared
wide-eyed at him and then he looked at Edina. She glared back, daring him
to challenge her. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the
train intercom system.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will shortly be
arriving in Calais where there will be a delay of 20 mins before we enter the
channel tunnel. Will all passengers make sure they have their passports
ready for inspection upon our arrival in Dover."
Edina said, "we're to meet Connie and Pat from MI19 in London."
She smiled wickedly over at her prisoner. "They're gonna beat the crap out
of you. Then, when I'm finished with him, he's all yours,
"I don't care about your silly prisoner. All I want is
"And you'll get it when I'm finished. For now it's
evidence." She suddenly realised the train had stopped moving.
"I need some air. Move your great big feet, Wisdom." She
quickly slipped around the table and headed off down the carriage. She
slipped into the bathroom and pulled her lipstick out of her pocket. It
wasn't that she cared about her looks, in fact she couldn't give a toss about
them. But in her time in both the army and MI5 she had learned that looks could be a
powerful weapon. She always wore the same colour lipstick, 'black cherry',
and the same dark eye shadow. This way she looked feminine but not like a
bimbo. She pulled the thin black hair band from her hair and shook her head
trying to shake the dozziness from it. She repositioned the hair band and
was about to leave when she heard a banging on the door.
"Hey, Eddie, you
got any change on yeah?"
Eddie opened the door to find Wisdom standing
outside searching through his pockets. "Change for what?" she
asked, routing through her own pockets.
"A large mug of strong
Eddie pulled a large chunk of change from one pocket.
"Here, get us a cup while you're at it."
Pete carefully took the
pile of coins from her and was heading towards the restaurant car when he heard
Eddie call after him, "Shit, Pete, tell me you didn't leave Julian alone
with the prisoner."
"Feck!" Pete yelled and dropped the
coins as he turned and ran after Eddie. They were too late. Both
Julian and Marc were gone and all that remained was a pair of
"Shit." Eddie muttered and turned to Pete,
"You check the train, I'll take the platform."
need. The arrogant little prick is standing right outside the
Eddie turned to look and saw her former prisoner waving to her
from the station platform. "He's not very good at this whole escaping
thing, is he?"
"Nope, what's that he's waving?"
silly box you wanted."
Suddenly the train lurched forward.
"Crap! We're moving," Eddie yelped as she caught herself on the side of
the seat. "Come on, we gotta get off."
They raced along the
corridor to the door of the carriage but it was shut tight.
electronic locks. Stand back, Eddie." Pete stepped back from
the door and activated his mutant power to generate hot knives. The door
was blown clean off its hinges. Without a moment's hesitation Eddie
jumped. She landed in the ditch just a bare few feet from the end of the
concrete station platform. Pete landed a bit farther but she didn't stop
to make sure he was all right. She rolled on to her feet and vaulted up on
to the platform. There she stopped and gazed quickly round the now-deserted
"Typical," she said as Pete came up beside her,
"I'm in public relations for 4 months and I turn into a vegetable.
Can't even escort a prisoner home even when there's two other bloody operatives
There was a muffled cry from the opposite side of the
track. "Julian," Pete said. "Quit whining, Eddie, and cover
Pete's voice seemed to snap Eddie back to reality and she nodded
towards him to indicate she was behind him. They moved quickly to the
footbridge that spanned the track and crossed to the other side. They
hastily searched the buildings and found their target in the main waiting
room. They could see him clearly through the glass door but he was yet to
notice them. Julian was lying unconscious in the far corner while Redmond
sat at the table struggling with the box lid.
"Is he completely brain
dead?" Eddie whispered as she stared in disbelief.
"Maybe we can leave him here and go get a bite to eat. It doesn't
look like he plans on leaving any time soon," Pete suggested.
could, but we really should see if Julian is alright. You wanna do the
"Your prisoner, you go get him."
pushed open the door and leaned up against the doorframe. "Hey, Marc,
Marc, taken by surprise, leaped from his chair and waved the
box at her. "Stay back or I'll open it. I'm not kidding.
I'll do it."
Eddie frowned and turned to Pete. "What's in that
"I don't know. They just told me to collect one
small, wooden box. I didn't give a shit what was in
Eddie started to cross the room. "Come on, put the
box down and stand still. I just want to knock you out. It won't
Marc backed up against the wall still holding the
box in front of him. "I'm not playing around here. I'll open
"Right, that's it. You're giving me a bloody
headache. Shut up before I take you down the hard way." She
raised her right arm slightly. The fingertips began to glow a faint green
colour as she activated her mutant power to generate poisonous energy
This shocked Marc and he dropped one hand to his waist and slowly drew
out a hunting knife. From her viewpoint, Eddie couldn't see that but Pete
could. Without thinking he gave a yell at Eddie and shot a hot knife at
Redmond's head. Redmond let out a yelp and ducked, dropping the box.
The hot knife hit the box as it fell and the lid flipped open. There was a
blinding white flash that engulfed the whole room.
slowly opened her eyes and then quickly shut them again as harsh sunlight
pierced them. She was vaguely aware of a voice but it sounded very
distant. She brought her hand up and rubbed her eyes. The voice
became clearer and she strained to place it. She attempted to open her
eyes again. There was a blurred image in front of her that slowly took
shape. "Julian," she muttered.
"Ms. Averil, thank
heavens you're alright."
"What happened?" she said, sitting up
and looking around her. They were no longer in the station waiting room
but in what appeared to be a farm shed. There were rotten vegetables
littering the floor and an ancient plough sat gathering dust in one
corner. Pete was leaning up against the wall, a cigarette in his
"Hey, welcome back to the world of the living, though I don't think
you're gonna like it."
"Eh? Why?" Eddie asked
him, while Julian helped pull her to her feet.
"Go take a look out the
window." He indicated towards the window with his head.
frowned at him but went to the window anyway. She gazed out the window,
or rather the hole in the wall created when one of the bricks had fallen.
She gasped and turned back to the others.
"Tell me we're not
where I think we are."
"Wish I could," Pete said, coming up
beside her, "but it looks like we're stuck smack in the middle of
"Great. We're British spies that are flung
through time and where do we end up, the middle of bloody World War 2.
Gentlemen, we are royally screwed."
To be continued
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a