Biggles and Son: Chapter 9.

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. 

Bertie took Sebastian’s side, and so, unexpectedly, did Ginger. Biggles, slightly peeved, announced that he was going for a walk, and donning his hat and jacket, went out, taking his son with him.

Algy took advantage of the pair’s temporary absence to explain the situation to the other two.

“I knew it!” said Ginger. “That woman’s got some trick up her sleeve, you mark my words. She’s not in it to catch some Russian spy. She wants Biggles back. Ten to one this is all some sort of set-up. Goodness knows if Sebastian is even really his son.”

Bertie polished his monocle thoughtfully. “Bit of a jolly kettle of fish, what?” he murmured.

“If I had my way we’d fly ourselves out of the country and stay there,” declared Algy. “As it is, we’ve got Raymond and the chaps at MI5 breathing down our necks, expecting us to bend over backwards for her.”

“That woman’s trouble,” said Ginger darkly.

“And what about it?” demanded Algy, with weary impatience. “I know that, you two know that, and no doubt Raymond knows that as well. Biggles is another matter. He’d risk his life for her without a thought.”

Bertie replaced his monocle and eyed the other two airmen. “Well, chaps,” he said. “This is very well, but what are we going to do about it?”

&&&

Biggles returned to the flat with Sebastian in tow. His expression was grim. “Let’s talk,” he said curtly, as the others looked up from the various tasks they had been occupying themselves with.

Algy sat up slowly from the chair he had been slouched in, carefully closing his book and laying it on the table in front of him with deliberate casualness. “What about?” he inquired coolly.

“You know what about! Jane!”

Algy did not move. “What about her?”

“I’ve been thinking. You’re probably right. It’s best you go instead of me. It might get complicated if I was the one flying the plane and working with Jane.”

“Good,” said Algy, with faint approval in his tone. “I knew you’d see sense—”

“It might be the best thing to do, but that’s not what I’m going to do,” interrupted Biggles.

There was a silence in the living room.

“What?” said Ginger, disbelief in his tone.

“I said, even though it might not be the best thing to do, I’m going to go and meet Jane in East London tonight. I’m going to be the pilot for the Russian spy.” Biggles took out his cigarette case and shook out a cigarette with steady fingers. “She’s my wife, and even though I know the rest of you would do your best to help her, you’d be doing it for me, not her. It’s not that I don’t trust all of you—” He held up a hand to silence the clamor of protests that had broken out. “I just think that this is something I have to do on my own.”

“Are you off your head?” demanded Algy. “What’s got into you?”

“I don’t want to hear any more about it,” said Biggles firmly. “Algy, you’ll of course take over while I do this. I’ll take some personal leave from Raymond, tell him I need some time off to get some rest—he won’t ask too much, he’s been trying to get me to take leave for ages anyway.”

“You can’t seriously be going through with this, Chief?” Ginger said, glaring at Sebastian as if it were the boy’s fault.

“Yes.”

“Wouldn’t want to intrude, old boy, and all that sort of thing—” began Bertie. “But really, I mean, bit of a bally situation, this, what?”

“I’m going,” said Biggles. “In fact, I’m going now. I just came back to bring Sebastian back.”

Quick as a flash Algy moved and positioned himself in front of the door. “No, you’re not,” he said promptly. “If you’re planning on going to the meeting, you’ll have to go through me first.”

Go to Chapter 10.

Go back to Biggles and Son contents