The night was a dark rainy night. A man ran down the street. His footsteps echoed loudly on the cobblestones. He was a young man of twenty something. He was slim, and dressed well. His face was soaked with sweat, but he couldn't stop. He looked behind him. He didn't see anything. Good, he chuckled to himself. Maybe he'd lost them. Wham! He slammed into something. The man fell to the ground. Dazed, he looked up. He was surrounded by women! Not, smiling, friendly women, but women with sneers on their face. They were all dressed exactly the same, in black leather suits. Each was clutching a different weapon. One held brass knuckles. One a whip. One a small pistol. They inched closer, smiling evilly.

"No!!" the man screamed. "Nooooo!"



Mrs. Peel was completing her daily physical regimen at the local gym. This included jogging for twenty minutes, and punching the huge punching bag in the gym. As she taped her knuckles, ready to begin, her eyes were drawn to the punching bag. On it were written, in huge letters, MRS PEEL. Steed stepped out from behind the bag, looking out of place in his usual three piece suit, and uttered two words, "We're needed."