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While Biggles had spent an anxious but
uneventful night locked in a room, Algy had been having a rather more exciting
time.
He had waited outside the pub for an hour,
watching Brechovich and Jane through one of the front windows. His new employer
was evidently someone who liked a drink, and Algy marveled at the man’s ability
to down glass after glass.
But it was Jane’s behavior that grated at
Algy the most. It started out with small things, a hand laid on Brechovich’s
arm, a flirtatious smile, a quick batting of the eyelashes. That would have
been bad enough, but then Jane moved on to bolder antics, wrapping her arms
around the Russian’s chest and kissing him full on the lips to the drunken
cheers and shouts of the other occupants of the pub.
Algy almost left then. Let Jane make her
own escape if she wanted to, was the bitter thought that passed through his
mind. He could see why the people at the Secret Service were concerned. Either
Jane was the best actress in the world, or she was genuinely in love with
Brechovich, and from what he had seen so far, he could well believe the latter.
The only thing that kept him in place was
the thought that if he returned and reported failure to Air Commodore Raymond,
Biggles might well end up being the one sent out to take his place.
What Biggles would do if confronted with
the sight of his wife kissing another man was anybody’s guess, but Algy was
understandably eager to prevent such a confrontation from taking place.
Finally, ten minutes past the promised
hour, Brechovich strolled out of the pub with Jane on his arm. Surprisingly for
a man who had consumed as much drink as he had, his steps were sure and steady
rather than staggering. “Smith,” he greeted, patting Algy on the back as if
they were old friends. “We go. Fly plane.”
Algy resisted the urge to recoil from the
man’s touch and merely said, “Which way?”
Brechovich gestured. “Car.” Algy followed
the Russian and Jane around the side of the pub, to where a black car was
parked. Without a word the Russian got into the driver’s seat, gesturing for
Algy to take the passenger seat whilst Jane got into the back.
Algy took his place in the car, wondering
what he was getting himself into as Brechovich started the engine.
&&&
They drove for almost an hour. Several
times Algy wanted to ask where they were going, but repressed the urge, not
wanting to seem overly curious.
He was almost asleep when the car finally
came to a stop.
Algy sat up, glancing around. As far as he
could see, they had stopped in the middle of the road and there was nothing
around them, not even a shed. “Where is this?” he inquired, unable to quell his
curiosity any longer.
Instead of answering the question,
Brechovich opened the car door and got out. “Come,” he said.
Somewhat reluctantly, Algy got out of the
car. Jane emerged from the back seat and walked over to Brechovich, who was
standing just beside the open driver’s door of the car. Catching the Russian’s
face in her hands, she kissed him so passionately that Algy had to avert his
eyes, shifting his feet awkwardly on the dirt.
After what seemed like an eternity, the
couple finally broke apart. Algy heaved a mental sigh of relief, looking up
just in time to see Jane slide into the driver’s seat with a murmured, “Stay
safe, Stefan.”
Algy caught a glimpse of her upturned face
as she smiled up at Brechovich. In that instant, he saw confirmation of all of
his worst fears. There was no question of mistake, or of acting. What he saw in
her face reflected nothing but the plain and simple truth.
Jane was in love with Brechovich.
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As the car drove off behind them, Algy
turned to Brechovich. “So,” he said. “Where are we going?”
Brechovich grunted and gestured with his
head. “Come.”
Algy followed, and the two of them tramped
through the dark in silence for about ten minutes until Algy saw that they were
approaching what appeared to be an aerodrome. “Is that where we’re going?” he
asked.
Brechovich grunted and nodded. “Take plane,”
he said, fumbling with something inside his coat. A minute later his hand came back
into view, and Algy was horrified to see a gun clutched in his fingers.
“What on earth are you doing?”
Brechovich grinned, a grin that made Algy
think that perhaps his companion was not as sober as he appeared. “Take plane,”
he repeated. “If people come…” He made a gesture with the gun, a gesture that
did not need to be explained.
“But—” began Algy, until he remembered that
he was supposed to be helping Brechovich so as to get to the secret store of
weapons that the Secret Service were so keen on getting their hands on.
They walked up to the gate. There was only one
guard on duty. He stepped forward, and from the expression on his face Algy
could tell that he was surprised, but not unduly suspicious. “Who—” he began.
He got no further, for at that moment
Brechovich simply stepped forward, jabbed his gun into the guard’s stomach, and
shot him.
Algy was horrified at the man’s
callousness, so horrified that he was unable to move for several seconds, and
only remembered to keep walking when Brechovich nudged him with an impatient
elbow. “Come.”
They walked into the aerodrome. Another guard
came walking towards them, looking mildly curious at their presence. Brechovich
shot him as well, before continuing on towards one of the hangers at the far
end of the aerodrome.
There was only one plane in the hanger, an
Auster. There was also one man keeping guard over the plane. Brechovich shot
that man as well. Algy felt cold all over. The Russian had shot three people in
as many minutes, and he hadn’t even blinked whilst doing so.
“In plane,” said the Russian, nodding
towards the pilot seat.
Wordlessly, Algy got into the plane. The
Russian passed him a map and pointed to a mark on the coastline. “Go,” he said.
“Fly.”
Algy nodded.
Brechovich is a man of few words, but many bullets. I worry about Algy :(
ReplyDeleteBut a great update - it gets better and better :) Thanks Soppy.
PS I shall be glad if Jane really is in love with this Brechovich chap. And most of all if Biggles realises it and stops being so soppy about her.
SA said PS I shall be glad if Jane really is in love with this Brechovich chap. And most of all if Biggles realises it and stops being so soppy about her.
ReplyDeleteWhat are the odds of Biggles getting over Jane and just going about his business as usual?
From where I'm standing, not very high....
You unkind person… Algy won't be pleased if Biggles is all upset...
ReplyDeletePoor Algy :( to be reduced to 'shifting his feet awkwardly'... I do hope that his discomfort isn't, er, augmented in the coming chapters... *hint hint*
ReplyDeleteStill, thanks for the update Soppy :)
P.S. I agree with SA. This brings me to mention the growing need for an Association for the Prevention of Harm to Algy... especially at the hands of our Soppy :)
ReplyDeleteGosh! Things really ARE hotting up!
ReplyDeleteI'm not at all surprised Jane could fall for someone like Brechovich... I believe she once even had something of a soft spot for EVS!
Saying that I wouldn't like to be in Brechovich's shoes if Biggles ever does find out him and Jane - don't think he'd be the understanding type somehow. The phrase '..after him like a starving tiger..' springs to mind.
You're right, AA.
ReplyDeleteAlgy obviously could do with a little help right now. Maybe we should all chip in to buy him a bullet-proof vest or something....?
(or should that read 'Soppy-proof vest)?
Poor Algy to be reduced to 'shifting his feet awkwardly'... I do hope that his discomfort isn't, er, augmented in the coming chapters... *hint hint*
ReplyDeleteOn the bright side, if someone shoots him, he won't be reduced to doing much of anything with his feet--was that what you meant...? :D
I don't see why everyone is so worried about me. I always/usually/sometimes get Algy out safely...whenever possible, that is.
Of course, if someone wants to shoot him, there isn't much I can do about that, is there? (Is there???)
Noooo way... I think you misinterpreted my meaning Soppy :) Still, a week should give you long enough to re-write any 'sad bits'... *double hint hint again*
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ReplyDeleteHuh, I only pretended that Algy was dead and look at the flak I got. Pot and kettles, Soppy. No doubt you will put Algy into a hole that Biggles will have to dig him out of. I really hope Jane does throw in her lot with Brechovitch and that Biggles will realise it and go off Jane once and for all. But - that might also mean Sebastian has to live with them in Mount Street. Dilemma!
FB said: "I really hope Jane does throw in her lot with Brechovitch and that Biggles will realise it and go off Jane once and for all. But - that might also mean Sebastian has to live with them in Mount Street. Dilemma!"
ReplyDeleteWould it be that life were that simple...People do tend to do very stupid things when they're in love, and frankly Biggles is no exception.