Gothic horror

Jerry & Una traced Miss Brunner back to her laboratories in a castle in the Carpathian Mountains. Una had slapped a tracking device on her during the altercation in the Brixton flat.
Using grappling hooks they scaled the battlements at night & broke into the perimeter corridors through a sky light. They wound their way down spiral staircases & eventually ended up in the dungeons.
This was the centre of Miss Brunners experiments with time.
Jerry & Una were both dressed in black cat suits, black stockings over their heads & black back-packs on their backs. They ran past an alcove. A man in metal body armour with a metal pigs mask over his head hung chained to the wall. He squealed & grunted as they ran past. In the next alcove a man hung in similar armour with a metal wolves head over his own. He howled as they ran past. They entered a hall & there, on a dais, was an ornithopter built in the shape of a giant buzzard. It's metal wings pointed upwards as its steel talons gripped the stone under its feet.

"Two warriors & an ornithopter swiped from the empire of Granbretan thousands of years in the future." Una looked shocked. "I'll warrant that Miss Brunner has some stolen technology from the end of time as well. If she hadn't our even discussing our experiences here would destabilise everything."
"She's been very naughty," said Jerry with a grin on his face. "We should let those poor geezers go."
"Not until we locate & quiz Miss Brunner on the background."
Jerry walked over to the warrior in the pig mask. He produced a sawn-off shot-gun from his back-pack & shot the man under the chin. The body instantly disappeared. He walked over to the man in the wolf mask & did exactly the same. That body, too, instantly disappeared.
"They've returned to their time zones.... uninjured I hope."
"Granbretanians? Do you care?"
"What about the ornithopter?"
"Well we'll use that stupid!" Una looked excited as she donned a pair of goggles & a pair of flying gloves.
"How did you know to pack those?" asked Jerry as he followed her to the side of the ornithopter. They looked up & saw a hole in the roof of the room. It was ready-made to take the vertical ascent of a winged machine such as this.
They got into the seats, one behind the other. Una pulled a lever & the wings started flapping. As they sped up the noise was incredible.
Jerry thought the machine was going to shake itself apart.

He shook violently. It reached an almost unbearable peak & then whoooosh they took off directly upwards. Jerry felt like his bollocks were still in the room as they soared above the tallest turret & then above the clouds. The stars spread before them like a sea of Diwali lights. "Wow!" said Jerry.
"Thought you'd like that."
She swooped down through the clouds & held the machine hovering over the castle. A light could be seen on the battlements.
"I knew that would flush her out!" said Una grinning like a maniac.
Other lights joined the first one.
"I see she has company." shouted Jerry over the mechanical wing beats.
They swooped down & sent the gesticulating figures scattering like nine-pins. Una pull two levers & the ornithopter's wings started flapping wildly. The flying machine gained incredible height in a matter of seconds.
Tracer bullets started fanning out towards them. Una sent the mechanical bird into another dive & this time flew so low three hooded, monk-like figures were sent hurtling from the battlements.
Miss Brunner's robot body could be seen lurching about on the battlements. She had new legs.
More hooded guards started firing machine pistols which left sharp needles of light in the night sky. A volley of them ran up the side of the ornithopter spraying shards of metal up in front of Jerry's face.
"Bloody hell!" he shouted as Una pressed a large red button. Both their seats ejected & flung them high into the sky. Parachutes opened on the backs of the seats as they began their descent. Jerry reloaded his sawn-off shot-gun & Una produced an ouzi sub-machine gun from her back-pack. Fortunately they drifted out of range of the vengeful monks & touched down on a mossy hill side. They unbuckled themselves from their seats & stood up to look at the castle. It shimmered, glowed bright red & vanished.
"A fucking crystal transporter. She'll be in another dimension by now. She had something in there she really didn't want us to know about."
Where the smoking ornithopter had landed in a crumpled heap there was now a set of deep concentric circles gouged into the hill-side. The ornithopter had vanished too.
"This is all a bit too much for me." said Jerry as he sat down on the hill. "Got any sandwiches left?"
"Egg & mayonnaise."
"That'll do."
They sat munching on the last of their food & considered their recent experiences.
Jerry was the first to speak.... "We blip here. We blip there. The multiverse keeps spinning in its inexorable route towards greater levels of chaos.
Some things change & some things stay the same. International, imperial butchery & theft are still in vogue.

The turned-on kids are still interfacing with the infinite on hard drugs. Revolutionaries still try & get a grip on social & political dynamics & then proceed to shove a wild hair up the arse of major politicians & their corporate masters. It's still just as easy to assassinate a big-wig as it ever was & the modern age is even further down the road to environmental catastrophe.
Subculture is still the only viable answer & writers, musicians, film makers now have more of the means of production in the public domain. Only the other day I was in a flat in Brixton where a bunch of Grime artists from a nearby council estate were making their own music video on cracked versions of Adobe Premier & Sound Forge. Computers have allowed the genie out of the bottle & yet the corporations have still got the mass media by the bollocks. This society is riddled with more contradictions than nineteenth century London."
"Give it time Jerry. We can't rush things. That was your father & your step-father's mistakes."
"What's wrong with forcing the hand of chance."
"Nothing. It's just that you have to prepare for the consequences."
"We took out the head of the largest media corporation on the planet & all I feel is a sense that he is almost infinitely replaceable. What use is assassination?"
"To encourage those in fear of us to moderate they're behaviour."
"But they all need taking down. Their greed has many worlds writhing in poverty-stricken agony!"
"My my Jerry. You're sounding like me!"
"Let's start another revolutionary group!"
"What's it to be called?"
"The P.L.O.T."
"Standing for?"
"The People's Liberation of Time."