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section7mfuPart One
“I take it the information we were given was false,” Illya stated flatly, brushing himself down.
“Up to a point,” confirmed Dr Agnes Dabree* as she stepped from behind the light. She had two heavily armed guards with her. “The personnel at the facility have been conditioned, against their knowledge, to give this location if they are captured and questioned. As soon as you took Dr Graham, we knew your agency would send someone here. By the way, there is an easier way into the tunnels, but there is a certain poetic justice to you dropping in. Especially after what you partner did to me.”
“You’re looking well, considering.”
As far as Illya was concerned, the misfortune of falling down an elevator shaft was entirely her own doing.
“If you would you allow one of these gentlemen to cuff your hands behind you, I shall take you to the facility.”
The woman’s tone was as an adult to a child, but Illya refused to be baited in that way. He merely submitted to being handcuffed, keeping silent. Despite his cool, dismissive demeanour, a fear was growing within him. Dr Dabree was a classic mad scientist, who would do anything to achieve the results she wanted. Illya had an uncomfortable feeling he was going to learn first-hand just what they did at the hidden facility. His prior dealings with the woman probably guaranteed it. His one consolation was that he’d been in contact with Napoleon when he fell, so help should already be on the way.
Dabree led him along about a mile of tunnels until they emerged into a large cavern. Illya’s attention was immediately drawn to the mass of drilling equipment, which was right in the centre of the space. His forehead crumpled in confusion.
“You weren’t expecting the drill, Mr Kuryakin?” the doctor mockingly queried.
“Not in a chemical production plant, no.”
“A new mineral was discovered,” Dabree explained, apparently unconcerned that he was the enemy. “I won’t give you the chemical breakdown because I doubt someone like you would understand.”
Illya cocked an eyebrow at the insult, but said nothing. He didn’t want to impede her from giving him any useful information.
“Our scientists have been experimenting with it for six months,” Dabree continued. “Recently they managed to produce an hallucinogenic truth serum. Rather than tell you what it does, I think it would be much more enlightening for you to take part in a practical demonstration.”
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Other than his car, Napoleon could find no sign of Illya at old mill. As he made a more comprehensive search, he felt something breaking beneath his foot. Looking down, Solo found the now broken pieces of Illya’s communicator. Bending down to retrieve it, Napoleon became aware of the concealed hole in the ground. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was where Illya had gone. Pushing the ground foliage aside, Napoleon called down the hole. There was no reply. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a dime and dropped it into the opening. The sound of the coin hitting the bottom told Napoleon there was a drop of about fifteen feet. If he was careful, he should be able to do it without any problems.
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Illya found himself in an all too familiar position. He was naked, yet again, and was shackled to a medical examination table which was inclined to a forty-five degree angle. The agent was honestly beginning to think that all members of THRUSH had some sort of fetish. It didn’t help that the room he was in was freezing. The mad doctor filled a syringe with a purple hued liquid and stood to his left.
“I would apologise for your state of undress, but it necessary,” she told him. “We’ve found that the serum alters the brain chemistry much more easily if the subject is cold.”
Dabree savagely stuck the needle into Illya’s shoulder then, smiling, she stood back and waited.
To Be Continued.
*The Brain Killer Affair
“I take it the information we were given was false,” Illya stated flatly, brushing himself down.
“Up to a point,” confirmed Dr Agnes Dabree* as she stepped from behind the light. She had two heavily armed guards with her. “The personnel at the facility have been conditioned, against their knowledge, to give this location if they are captured and questioned. As soon as you took Dr Graham, we knew your agency would send someone here. By the way, there is an easier way into the tunnels, but there is a certain poetic justice to you dropping in. Especially after what you partner did to me.”
“You’re looking well, considering.”
As far as Illya was concerned, the misfortune of falling down an elevator shaft was entirely her own doing.
“If you would you allow one of these gentlemen to cuff your hands behind you, I shall take you to the facility.”
The woman’s tone was as an adult to a child, but Illya refused to be baited in that way. He merely submitted to being handcuffed, keeping silent. Despite his cool, dismissive demeanour, a fear was growing within him. Dr Dabree was a classic mad scientist, who would do anything to achieve the results she wanted. Illya had an uncomfortable feeling he was going to learn first-hand just what they did at the hidden facility. His prior dealings with the woman probably guaranteed it. His one consolation was that he’d been in contact with Napoleon when he fell, so help should already be on the way.
Dabree led him along about a mile of tunnels until they emerged into a large cavern. Illya’s attention was immediately drawn to the mass of drilling equipment, which was right in the centre of the space. His forehead crumpled in confusion.
“You weren’t expecting the drill, Mr Kuryakin?” the doctor mockingly queried.
“Not in a chemical production plant, no.”
“A new mineral was discovered,” Dabree explained, apparently unconcerned that he was the enemy. “I won’t give you the chemical breakdown because I doubt someone like you would understand.”
Illya cocked an eyebrow at the insult, but said nothing. He didn’t want to impede her from giving him any useful information.
“Our scientists have been experimenting with it for six months,” Dabree continued. “Recently they managed to produce an hallucinogenic truth serum. Rather than tell you what it does, I think it would be much more enlightening for you to take part in a practical demonstration.”
……………………………………………………………………………………………
Other than his car, Napoleon could find no sign of Illya at old mill. As he made a more comprehensive search, he felt something breaking beneath his foot. Looking down, Solo found the now broken pieces of Illya’s communicator. Bending down to retrieve it, Napoleon became aware of the concealed hole in the ground. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was where Illya had gone. Pushing the ground foliage aside, Napoleon called down the hole. There was no reply. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a dime and dropped it into the opening. The sound of the coin hitting the bottom told Napoleon there was a drop of about fifteen feet. If he was careful, he should be able to do it without any problems.
………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Illya found himself in an all too familiar position. He was naked, yet again, and was shackled to a medical examination table which was inclined to a forty-five degree angle. The agent was honestly beginning to think that all members of THRUSH had some sort of fetish. It didn’t help that the room he was in was freezing. The mad doctor filled a syringe with a purple hued liquid and stood to his left.
“I would apologise for your state of undress, but it necessary,” she told him. “We’ve found that the serum alters the brain chemistry much more easily if the subject is cold.”
Dabree savagely stuck the needle into Illya’s shoulder then, smiling, she stood back and waited.
To Be Continued.
*The Brain Killer Affair
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