“Get down!” Arthur snapped at her, forcing Gwen down literally with a firm push of his hand upon her shoulder. As her face hit the vinyl of the old Renault Arthur had stolen she could hear the windows smash from the gunshots.
“Stay down!” Arthur told her again as he lifted something from his pocket and opening his window raised it high. Gwen screamed at the added shots and continued wild ways the car was swerving.
She was sure she was about to die when the shots in their direction seemed to stop and she heard Arthur actually holler with joy.
“What are you so happy about?” She asked him with exasperation. “We’re going to die.”
“No.” Arthur grinned as another pack of cars was racing around them and shooting too. “Not with my knights to help.”
“What?”
He pointed. “In those bullet proof cars, provided by my workplace for double insurance, are the knights. My men. My best friends. And my comrades in arms. Gwaine. Leon. And Percy. No doubt Merlin got my distress signal. Mordred’s men have failed.” He reached out a hand that Gwen oddly found herself not shivering away from. She felt a gentle tug upon her curls and a slight graze against her cheek. “We’re safe Guinevere. At least for now.”
He turned off the highway and started driving at a slower pace down some old roads that were less well paved. To the sides were vast plots of land, cows, horses, sheep, and wooden farm houses.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked.
He gave her a wondering glance that turned into a smile. “You said you were hungry.”
Gwen shook her head, as now she oddly noticed it. While Mordred was handsome in a refined way, this man’s looks were a little more down to earth. And yet even more fascinating to take in. At least from her point of view.
He had blonde short strands of hair underneath a baseball cap from some professional American team. The bluest of blue eyes. And a physique that was far from skinny, too muscled to be called thin, but appealing still the same.
Instinct told her that as dangerous as Mordred was, this man was the opposite. So she worked to calm her breaths.
But then they were driving up a winded road, and her anxiety of earlier, the fear of being threatened by two men, when perhaps one was not really threatening you, but the other was definitely threatening you, running so fast to save your life, and being shot at, caught up with her, along with that horribly empty stomach. She weakly hung onto her seatbelt as finally the car came to a stop. Her mind was lost in some kind of weakened reverie. Too much had happened in one day.
“…are you?” She heard someone ask from far away as a gentle hand touched upon her cheek and the voice grew in strength. “Guinevere, are you?”
She was drifting in and out and feeling it against her side, within her pocket. Gwen lifted it out, ignoring Arthur’s orders for her to leave it inside. She got it near enough for her eyes to see what it was and felt the last bits of her sanity flee. “Oh my God.”
“It’s okay. Just give it back to me. Don’t worry.”
“Your workplace. Just who do you work for?”
Arthur sighed, before lifting out a card that had his name and picture, with a badge stamped at the side. “You can only see it because Merlin fashioned it in a way that alliances can view. Foe cannot.”
“You’re MI5?” Gwen asked with a shaking tremor in her voice. Her seat belt was being unlatched, but she wasn’t touching it.
Arthur finished getting it undone and touched with both hands at her waist. She was shaking and turning so pale. “Yes. Now give me it.”
She stared at the object in her hand, shaking her head. “I’ve watched enough episodes of MI5 Mysteries to know what this is.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. It was the stupidest show ever created for the tube. “It’s not half like how they say.”
“But I’m right about this?”
He slowly nodded his head. “Yes. If you’re thinking it is what I think you are thinking.”
“This is a bomb.”
“Yes, Guinevere.”
“A chemical bomb.”
“Yes Love, it is.”
“Oh God…I’m going to be sick.”
It happened then.
She fainted dead away; however, before she could slump to the car’s floor and drop it, Arthur caught it and her in his arms and carried both inside.
“Stay down!” Arthur told her again as he lifted something from his pocket and opening his window raised it high. Gwen screamed at the added shots and continued wild ways the car was swerving.
She was sure she was about to die when the shots in their direction seemed to stop and she heard Arthur actually holler with joy.
“What are you so happy about?” She asked him with exasperation. “We’re going to die.”
“No.” Arthur grinned as another pack of cars was racing around them and shooting too. “Not with my knights to help.”
“What?”
He pointed. “In those bullet proof cars, provided by my workplace for double insurance, are the knights. My men. My best friends. And my comrades in arms. Gwaine. Leon. And Percy. No doubt Merlin got my distress signal. Mordred’s men have failed.” He reached out a hand that Gwen oddly found herself not shivering away from. She felt a gentle tug upon her curls and a slight graze against her cheek. “We’re safe Guinevere. At least for now.”
He turned off the highway and started driving at a slower pace down some old roads that were less well paved. To the sides were vast plots of land, cows, horses, sheep, and wooden farm houses.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked.
He gave her a wondering glance that turned into a smile. “You said you were hungry.”
Gwen shook her head, as now she oddly noticed it. While Mordred was handsome in a refined way, this man’s looks were a little more down to earth. And yet even more fascinating to take in. At least from her point of view.
He had blonde short strands of hair underneath a baseball cap from some professional American team. The bluest of blue eyes. And a physique that was far from skinny, too muscled to be called thin, but appealing still the same.
Instinct told her that as dangerous as Mordred was, this man was the opposite. So she worked to calm her breaths.
But then they were driving up a winded road, and her anxiety of earlier, the fear of being threatened by two men, when perhaps one was not really threatening you, but the other was definitely threatening you, running so fast to save your life, and being shot at, caught up with her, along with that horribly empty stomach. She weakly hung onto her seatbelt as finally the car came to a stop. Her mind was lost in some kind of weakened reverie. Too much had happened in one day.
“…are you?” She heard someone ask from far away as a gentle hand touched upon her cheek and the voice grew in strength. “Guinevere, are you?”
She was drifting in and out and feeling it against her side, within her pocket. Gwen lifted it out, ignoring Arthur’s orders for her to leave it inside. She got it near enough for her eyes to see what it was and felt the last bits of her sanity flee. “Oh my God.”
“It’s okay. Just give it back to me. Don’t worry.”
“Your workplace. Just who do you work for?”
Arthur sighed, before lifting out a card that had his name and picture, with a badge stamped at the side. “You can only see it because Merlin fashioned it in a way that alliances can view. Foe cannot.”
“You’re MI5?” Gwen asked with a shaking tremor in her voice. Her seat belt was being unlatched, but she wasn’t touching it.
Arthur finished getting it undone and touched with both hands at her waist. She was shaking and turning so pale. “Yes. Now give me it.”
She stared at the object in her hand, shaking her head. “I’ve watched enough episodes of MI5 Mysteries to know what this is.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. It was the stupidest show ever created for the tube. “It’s not half like how they say.”
“But I’m right about this?”
He slowly nodded his head. “Yes. If you’re thinking it is what I think you are thinking.”
“This is a bomb.”
“Yes, Guinevere.”
“A chemical bomb.”
“Yes Love, it is.”
“Oh God…I’m going to be sick.”
It happened then.
She fainted dead away; however, before she could slump to the car’s floor and drop it, Arthur caught it and her in his arms and carried both inside.
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