“BOMB!” Kuryakin yelled at he top of his lungs as he charged around the corner, his arms flailing in the air.
“Where?” Solo called back.
Illya tackled his partner, dragging him to the ground just as the vehicle exploded with a tremendous BOOM!
Metal shrapnel and car parts went flying in every direction as a mushroom of orange flame rose. A tire engulfed in fire sent acrid black smoke into the air as it bounced past the agents.
Finally the two men lifted their heads once the debris ceased to drop around them.
“Whew,” Napoleon exhaled.”That was close. So I take it you didn’t get what we came for?”
“As you often say my friend...oh ye of little faith.” Illya held an exquisite objet d’art in his hand. “Voila, the stolen Fabergé. The Bay-Tree Egg, presented by Emperor Nicholas II to his mother, Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna. I inspired by an 18th century French singing bird automaton.”
“The bay- tree is comprised of 325 nephrite leaves, 110 opalescent white enamel flowers, 25 diamonds, 20 rubies, 53 pearls, 219 rose-cut diamonds and one large rose-cut diamond”. When the clockwork automation is wound and set in motion, a feathered bird appears, flaps its wings, turns its head, opens the beak and sings.”
“Thanks for the history lesson. No wonder that Thrushie wanted it....his own personal bird treasure. No pun intended by the way,” Napoleon remarked. He was busy brushing the dirt from his new suit.
“Thank goodness for small favors,” Illya snickered.
“I said the pun wasn’t intended,” Napoleon shot back, would you rather I said something ‘punny?”
“No, no no. Thank you. One bomb is enough for today.”