Biggles and Son: Chapter 21.

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 stared at Jane with his mouth gaping open in complete amazement. “What?” he managed, when he had found his voice again. “I’m what?”

“You are in love with me, aren’t you? I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. I must have been blind,” said Jane, slipping off her sunglasses and turning to stare at Algy. “How long has this been going on?”

“How long has what been going on?”

“You were the one who came to rescue me fourteen years ago, when I got kidnapped,” said Jane.

“Yes, and you shot me!”

Jane ignored him, continuing blissfully on. “And then you volunteered for this mission. You did all of that because you wanted to be with me, didn’t you? And that was why you were so upset about me and Stefan—you were jealous! Of course you didn’t dare to say anything about your feelings because I’m James’ wife, and he’s your friend. I see it all now.”

Algy threw up his hands. “I’m not in love with you!”

“Oh, honey, you don’t have to pretend. But I hope you understand when I tell you that it just isn’t meant to be. I mean, even if I did like you back, which I don’t, it would never work. I’m with Stefan now. You need to accept that.”

Algy felt as though he were banging his head against a particularly stubborn brick wall. “I’m. NOT. In. Love. With. You.”

Jane just smiled.

At that moment, Brechovich came around the corner of the restaurant and saw the two of them. He froze in his tracks, eyes darting from one to the other. “What happens?” he demanded, suspiciously, a hand already reaching in his pocket.

Jane rushed forward with an expression of distress plastered on her face, to press her head against Brechovich’s chest, all the while babbling away in Russian. Algy naturally did not understand a word of the conversation, but when he heard Jane sob and saw Brechovich’s eyes swivel towards him with all the friendliness of a hawk eyeing a rabbit, he realized that it was probably time to leave.

And not a moment too soon.

As he turned and dashed forward, he heard the first shot ring out behind him, ricocheting off of the restaurant wall a few inches behind him.

“Dash it!” he gasped, as he ran. “Confound that woman! What sort of game is she playing at?”

He threw a glance over his shoulder to find Brechovich following him, gun in hand, his eyes steely with hatred. Under the circumstances he couldn’t really find it in his heart to blame the Russian for being angry, but he was by no means prepared to stand there and be shot either.

Running out to the front of the restaurant, he felt his heart leap with sudden hope as he caught sight of Brechovich’s car parked just in front of the restaurant entrance. He hadn’t seen the Russian take his keys out of the car earlier. They might still be in the car.

Algy was just making his way towards the car when Brechovich fired another shot at him. This one came close enough to take a sliver of cloth off of the shoulder of Algy’s jacket. Then, surprisingly, from the opposite direction, there was an answering shot, and Algy glanced up to see Biggles bearing down towards the car, an expression of utter fury on his face.  

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