Biggles and Son: Chapter 16.

by Sopwith

Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own, any of the Biggles series characters used in this work. This fan fiction was written for entertainment purposes only and should not be considered part of the official storyline.

Warning: Non canon type fan fiction works may contain severe time mix-ups and character deviations.

Algy flew for over an hour, heading for the coastline that had been pointed out to him on the map. The entire flight took place in silence. Algy didn’t know what Brechovich was doing, but he himself was too shaken by the previous events of the night to say anything.

He was nearing the coastline when he saw a green light flashing on the ground somewhere to his right. At that moment, Brechovich spoke for the first time since they had taken off. “There,” he said, pointing towards the green light.

Algy correctly took this to be an invitation to land. He guided the Auster down and was just starting to get out of his seat when the Russian thrust out a hand and stopped him. “You. Stay,” he ordered, pushing Algy back down into the pilot’s seat.

Feeling like a reprimanded puppy, Algy settled himself back into his seat, watching as Brechovich got out of the plane and spoke briefly to someone outside of the plane, in a language that Algy did not know, presumably Russian.

The conversation did not last longer than five minutes, and then two men made several trips to load some heavy crates into the plane. Algy was curious as to the contents of the crates, but having given orders by Brechovich to stay where he was, he dared not risk a peek for fear of being caught.

Finally, the last crate was loaded and Brechovich climbed back into the plane. “Go,” he said, tapping Algy on the shoulder.

“Go where, exactly?” asked Algy.

“Back.”

“Back where? To the place where we stole this plane? That would be interesting, wouldn’t it?” said Algy sarcastically.

Brechovich stared at Algy without speaking for a moment, and in that moment there was something in the Russian’s eyes that made Algy mentally shiver and wonder if he had said too much. Fortunately, the moment passed, with Brechovich reaching into his jacket and bringing out the map he had shown Algy before.

He glanced at the map, then jabbed his finger at a spot and showed the map to Algy. “Here.”

Algy looked at the map. The spot indicated by the Russian’s finger was close to the aerodrome where they had stolen the plane, but a few miles away from it. Despite his severe misgivings about returning to the general area where the plane theft had taken place, he said nothing aloud as he took off. He took some comfort in the fact that if they were caught by the authorities he could, of course, reveal his own identity and save himself from a stiff prison sentence, but the unpleasant thought that echoed in his mind was that if the bullets started to fly while they were evading escape, the fact that he was a policeman was unlikely to help him.

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Algy landed the Auster. “Well, that’s that anyway,” was his unspoken thought as his wheels came to a halt on the ground. “So far so good. No one’s tried to shoot us yet.”

He felt a moment of panic as he heard the sound of voices outside the plane, but he felt more reassured as Brechovich shouted something in Russian and someone outside shouted something back. Brechovich turned back to Algy and nodded. “We go,” he announced.

Algy followed the Russian’s lead and got out of the plane to see several men standing outside the plane. As Algy got out of the plane the men moved forward to unload the crates inside. Algy wondered if he was expected to help, but Brechovich waved an impatient hand at him. “Come,” he ordered.

Obediently, Algy followed.

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They walked back to the pub where Algy had first met Brechovich. Algy could see Jane standing at the entrance of the pub, even though it was almost midnight. She flung her arms around Brechovich as soon as she saw him, and Algy averted his eyes awkwardly until the moment passed.

When the couple finally broke apart, Brechovich dug another wad of money out of his pocket and handed it over to Algy. “Good,” he said, obviously pleased at the success of their flight. “Go. Sleep. We leave in morning.”

Algy took the money and stuffed it into his pocket. He then went into the pub hoping that there would be somewhere for him to get some rest. He didn’t look back as he entered the pub, afraid of what he would see.

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