Biggles and Son: Chapter 22.

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.

Caught between two fires, Algy did the only sensible thing that he could have done under the circumstances: he flung himself into the driver’s seat of the car in front of him and started the engine.

He saw Biggles take cover behind another car across the street as he began to drive away. A quick look over his shoulder showed Brechovich staring after the car, an expression of fury twisting his features as he raised his gun.

Algy ducked and swore as a bullet grazed the side mirror just outside his window. “Dash it, that was close!” he gasped to himself. Another bullet hitting the top left corner of the windshield made him wince. Was that Biggles shooting at him?

“What’s happening?” piped an eager voice from behind him, and in his astonishment Algy nearly drove the car into a tree.

“Where on earth did you come from?” he demanded wrathfully, as he turned in his seat to see a rumpled looking Sebastian lying across the back seat of the car.

“I was with Dad and then he rushed off somewhere so I called Uncle Ginger and then got into the back of this car.”

“You did what?” Algy swerved wildly as another bullet cracked into the side mirror, this one smashing the mirror to pieces. “And why did you get into this car in the first place?”

“I thought I might see my Mom,” said Sebastian simply. “Is someone shooting at us?”

“Yes,” said Algy grimly. “Your Dad.”

If this statement startled Sebastian, he did not show it. “Is he really?” he asked, kneeling up on the seat and turning around for a look.

“Keep your head down, you fool!” snapped Algy, and not a second too soon, for the next bullet slammed into the rear windshield of the car and smashed it to smithereens.

Sebastian was so shocked that he fell onto the floor of the car with an indignant grunt. He picked himself up and untangled his limbs. “What was that?” he gasped.

“A bullet,” replied Algy grimly. “Keep your head down; there may be more.”

“Who’s that man with the other gun?” inquired Sebastian, daring a glance over his shoulder.

“Your mother’s”—Algy stopped himself just in time, as he remembered who he was talking to—“friend,” he finished.

“Why’s Dad shooting at us?” demanded Sebastian, of no one in particular. “Do you think he’s upset about you kissing Mom?”

Algy nearly drove the car into another tree. “What? How did you know—”

“We saw you,” said Sebastian, placidly, with the calm boredom of youth. “Why did you kiss her? Do you like her?”

“Absolutely not!” declared Algy, barely suppressing a shudder. “You probably won’t believe me, but she was the one who kissed me.”

Sebastian made a face. “Why would she kiss you?” he asked. “She’s married to Dad.”

“That’s what I’ve been asking myself,” admitted Algy, refraining from mentioning that Jane had happily been kissing Brechovich without any signs of remorse. He noticed suddenly that the hail of bullets seemed to have stopped. Nervously, he chanced a glance over his shoulder.

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