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Arriving at the laboratory of electrical engineer, Dr Gregory Thomas, Illya hesitated.
“What’s wrong?” Solo asked. He’d learned long ago to trust his partner’s instincts.
“Something about this is not right,” the Russian replied. “The technology Dr Thomas is claiming to have invented is straight out of science fiction.”
The agents were responding to reports that the doctor had created a contact lens which housed a lie detector. According to the information they’d received, the device allowed the wearer to see a glow around a person when they lied. Illya was a natural sceptic, but even Napoleon couldn’t bring himself to believe the reports.
“I agree, Tovarisch,” he replied. “However, we do need to check it out before the bad guys come looking.”
They were greeted inside by an exceedingly attractive young woman, who turned out to the Dr Thomas’ receptionist. She smiled sweetly, and asked to two men to take a seat while she went to see if the doctor was available.
“The technology simply doesn’t exist to do what he claims,” Illya continued voicing his doubts, before realising Napoleon’s attention was elsewhere. “Is no woman safe from one of your leering glares?”
“I don’t leer, I admire,” Solo corrected. “And will you stop worrying.”
The receptionist returned quite quickly, followed by Dr Thomas. Illya and Napoleon showed him their credentials and explained the reason for their visit.
“I don’t know how you heard about it, but I do have something in development. Please, come in and allow me to demonstrate.”
Solo and Kuryakin followed the doctor down the corridor, passing several labs along the way. Inside a few of them, security guards seemed to be very visible. The sight of them caused Illya’s worries to grow. He could understand a lab having security if they were working on something sensitive, but a couple of the rooms seemed to be overly secured. Napoleon had also begun to sense a feeling of wrongness about the place and gave his partner a look. Illya gave him an imperceptible nod of understanding.
Doctor Thomas’ laboratory, when they reached it, was not what they were expecting. It was a space about the size of a basketball court, with computer banks along one wall, and work benches along another. There were no windows. The doctor retrieved a small box from one of the benches and handed it to Napoleon. The agent opened it to reveal a strange looking contact lens. The centre of it was opaque with a strange star like pattern embedded in it. On closer inspection, he could see that the star was made up of fine wires.
“Can this really do what we’ve heard?”
“If one of you would like to volunteer, I can offer you a practical demonstration.”
Solo held the lens out to Illya, who point blank refused to be a guinea pig.
“I would not advise it, Napoleon,” the Russian warned. “Not until one of our scientists can examine it.”
“It’s perfectly safe,” Thomas assured him. “Go ahead Mr Solo. I think you’ll find it quite revealing.”
“I agree with my friend here,” Napoleon told him. “Would you mind if we called in a couple of our own people?”
Without any warning whatsoever, Dr Thomas pulled a gun from beneath his lab coat. Illya had his gun halfway drawn, but wasn’t quite fast enough. Pointing his own pistol at Napoleon, he instructed Illya to drop his and kick it away. Thomas then switched his aim to Russian and ordered Solo to do the same.
“If you don’t want me to shoot your partner, I suggest you insert the contact lens.”
With no other option presenting itself, Napoleon took the lens from its box and placed it in his right eye. He yelped as felt a slight shock pass along his optic nerve and automatically reached up to remove the object.
“Leave it!” snapped the doctor.
Napoleon felt his arms drop. Trying again to reach up, he was assaulted by another shock.
“I have control of you now,” Thomas explained. “Every time you attempt to disobey a direct order, you will receive a shock. As you are now aware, it does not do what you have been told.”
“How does it work?” asked Illya, hoping to glean enough information to help Napoleon.
“I doubt you’d understand,” sneered the doctor. “Not that you’ll need too, as you’ll be dead shortly.”
He stooped down and picked up Solo’s weapon.
“I am returning this to you. You will not shoot me with it. You will, however, aim it at Mr Kuryakin. When I give you the instruction, you will kill him.”
Taking the gun, Napoleon tried to point it at Thomas, but a further shock forced him to aim at Illya. In an attempt to outwit the doctor, he pointed at the Russian’s thigh.
“That shot won’t kill him. Aim for the heart Mr Solo.”
With an expression fully of apology, Napoleon did as he was ordered.
To Be Continued.
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A/N I know, it’s another WIP, and we all know I’m not too great at those. It had to be done though, because I haven’t had a lot of time to write anything for this challenge, and I missed the last one out. Part 2 will be written for the next PicFic challenge.
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Date: 2015-04-14 10:37 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-04-14 10:42 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting. I glad you liked it.
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Date: 2015-04-14 10:44 pm (UTC)How goes it with your recovery?
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Date: 2015-04-14 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-14 11:00 pm (UTC)I intend to write the next chapter while the story is still fresh in my head, and work out how to fit the prompt in later.
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Date: 2015-04-15 05:23 pm (UTC)Eileen
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Date: 2015-04-15 06:02 pm (UTC)I have an idea of where I want it to go, but a lot will depend on the next picture prompt.