The Day England Almost Sank

Actor Shenanigans

Well, here's a new chapter. NO STRANGLING ME SOPH. ITS UP OK?! XD

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Tanya and Sophie parked the hover cars on the roof of an obscure brick building and put the keys in their pockets. The keys had locators in them that would tell them where the cars were. They stowed their helmets in the storage trunks and turned the cars invisible. They also put the shields up, just in case. No one likes sitting in pigeon droppings. They took the fire escape down the side of the building and dropped into alley, stepping out onto the busy London street.

"Where do we start?" Asked Sophie, "Tom hasn't ever posted his address. Probably for a good reason."

"Like a mob of besotted fangirls?" Asked Tanya.

"I said a good reason, didn't I?"

"Well, luckily," said Tanya, pulling a rectangular gadget the size of a paperback out of her coat pocket, "Siobhan and Holly came up with this. It patches into the CCTV and runs facial recognition if you feed it a picture." Tanya pulled up a few pictures of Tom and fed them into the program.

"But this could take hours!" Exclaimed Sophie, "There must be YEARS of CCTV if you take it from every camera in London! And that's just for today!"

"Ah," said Tanya with a smile, "You're forgetting that this is Siobhan we're talking about. Her software is much more clever than it's time."

Within five minuets, they had traced the tall Englishman to a Subway restaurant about four blocks away.

"Shall we go sweep Tom off his feet?" Asked Tanya.

"YES!" replied Sophie excitedly.

They jogged down the street and stepped out of the London fog and into the fairly empty restaurant. There was hardly anyone around considering that it was nearly lunch time. There were two employees behind the counter and an elderly couple sat at one of the far tables. Sophie squeezed Tanya's hand with a death grip, cutting off the circulation. There he was. Thomas William Flipping Perfect Hiddleston. He was ordering a sandwich at the counter, blue jeans, a black leather jacket on over a white t-shirt. A rather THIN white t-shirt. The girl taking Tom's order was blushing and she seemed to be taking extra care with his sandwich despite quivering hands. He laughed, causing the girl to blush and Sophie's hand to grip even tighter. She let out a quiet, high-pitched squeal that was only audible to Tanya, bats, and any dogs in the neighborhood. Tanya wanted to squeal, too.

"Soph, we can fangirl later." She said, her eyes not leaving Tom, "Right now we have to be strong, professional, Keepers."

Sophie nodded tightly and released Tanya's hand,

"Okay, okay...and we're on a time limit." She replied, squaring her shoulders. They both took a deep breath and shared a look before walking over. They caught the tail-end of one of Tom's sentences,

"-will be wonderful, thanks."

"Mr. Hiddleston?" Asked Tanya.

The tall man turned around, at least a head taller than both of them,

"Yes, that is I." He smiled at them and they nearly dropped like flies.

"Uh, we're with a special group. We need you to come with us." Stated Tanya.

He must have thought they were fans playing a game because he laughed,

"Ehehe! Right, and which group would that be?"

"The Keepers," replied Sophie having regained the ability to speak. Then it struck her how that sounded and she blushed. He probably thought they were flirting with him. Not that he wasn't used to it, surely.

"Right..." Replied Tom, still smiling, thinking he was going along with a charade, "and which 'Keepers' would those be?"

"We keep the world's greatest secrets." Continued Tanya, her face serious.

"Well, not to sound pompous, but I'm hardly a secret anymore." He countered with a small laugh and a smirk.

"No, you hardly are but we are also in charge of protecting the Earth."

"Well, I'm afraid I don't see the connection to myself..."

"If-" started Sophie.

"Oh for pity's sake..." Tanya pulled put her mobile phone and punched in a speed dial number, "Yes, hello. This is Tanya Kingsley. Yes, with the Keepers. Mmhm, sir, we're on a tight schedule I need you to help. Yes, just verify who Sophie and I are." She handed the mobile to Tom, "There you go."

"Oh...Hello? Oh my...you're kidding! No, sir, of course not. I'll listen, yes." Tom was quiet a moment, his mouth open in shock, "Yes, Mr. Prime Minister. Of course I will. Bye, sir." He lowered the phone slowly, looking at it,

"I just talked to the Prime Minister." Sophie and Tanya nodded, "Of England." More nodding.

"Well, I believe you." Concluded Tom, handing Tanya her mobile back.

"Good." replied Sophie, "We need you to come with us. Quickly." She started pulling him out the door by his sleeve.

"Oh, what about my sandwich?"

"Got it." Said Tanya snatching the wrapped sandwich off the counter and tossing a twenty down, "Keep the change." She started after Sophie and Tom but turned back,

"And don't breathe a word of this to anyone." The shocked girl nodded, "And I'm sorry we stole Tom away!" she hissed before dashing after her friend and their newly acquired actor.

"The Prime Minister said to tell you hello, by the way." Reported Tom.

Tanya nodded but Tom still had questions,

"So, if you guard the world's secrets, then what do you want with me? Am I in trouble?"

"Nope!" Replied Sophie with a grin,"England is sinking!"

"Oh...okay. Well, what have I got to do with that?"

"We protect the world," explained Tanya, "and if you get hurt or killed, then 90% of the female population of the world and some of the male population will go into riot mode."

"Really?" Asked Tom.

"Yes, really!" Replied Sophie and Tanya in unison.

"Well, I feel very flattered. Where are we going now?"

"To Benedict's house." Replied Tanya, having consulted the CCTV scanning device.

"Wait, Benedict as in Benedict Cumberbatch?"

"Yes, he's a good friend of yours, isn't he? Asked Sophie.

"Well, yes-"

"Then maybe we won't have to call the Prime Minister again."