Emma Peel was asleep in a room on the second floor, but I had a hard time climbing the stairs to get her because you know how they are in my dreams, so narrow and dangerous, and I’m always crawling on them. Turns out she wasn’t there, but I met her in the kitchen instead. She wore heels and towered over me, prompting me to ask her if her husband Peter was even taller. We were needed, as it were, so she, Steed and my faceless sidekick jumped into a sedan. I took a seat in the passenger side, but realized that Steed was piloting with his umbrella from the rear, and congenially allowed me to take the wheel. My driving was hectic, with all the reckless abandon in a videogame, but after all, we were professionals. We arrived at a junkyard where the bad guys were about to crush some containers of evidence; I quickly executed a daring reversal into them, ruining their opportunity. They had us and used the electromagnet to lift the car in the air. I somehow escaped to the ground, but faced a 20-foot giant in their ranks. At first such a being was hard to believe, but I supposed with the right breeding, it wasn’t impossible. The crane wound up and flung the others into a far-away building, their bodies visible in the rubble (like on the OMAC cover), but Steed and Mrs. Peel survived. My assistant, however, did not, and Steed demanded we take a blood oath to avenge his death. So that’s where the name comes from.
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