Two Sides To Go part 3 for Short Affair 6/22

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Part 1
Part 2

Prompts: Dowager, White
words: 718
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After the previous evening's odd events, Napoleon and Illya had managed to get a few hours of sleep.  They still had a mission here in this little town, to find out what was at the mysterious dig being guarded by THRUSH personnel.

Napoleon was fairly certain that the towns inhabitants were mostly uninvolved, at least knowingly.  It was typical of THRUSH to come into a place like this and try to make inroads, work by the cover of night and then eventually make a move to take over.  So far it didn't seem to have run full cycle, which meant there was some hope of finding help should the need arise.

Illya was dressed and ready to head down for breakfast when Napoleon emerged from the bathroom.  He pulled on a polo shirt atop jeans, a concession to his environment.  The suit he had worn yesterday was blatantly out of synch with this town, obliging him to wear something more in line with his partner's taste in clothing.

When at last they entered the little restaurant for their morning meal, it was with all assurances from the two dowagers in charge that no more funny business would be encountered.  Certainly the charming young men who had procured that promise should be treated well, especially the dark haired one.  He reminded the old women of a Hollywood film star, eliciting sighs of admiration.

Illya was ready to eat, having lost most of the evening meal.  He took note of a breakfast special called the Sunrise Express.

"I don't see anything express about it, but I'll take it anyway.  How about you Napoleon?"

Solo didn't have the appetite of his slender Russian friend, deciding on coffee and a bowl of oatmeal.

"Really?  I never thought of you as an oatmeal sort of fellow." Illya found it amusing, very much out of character for his normally suave partner.

Napoleon smiled politely, not willing to engage Illya over his choice of breakfast.  However…

"Oatmeal is good for you, and it has stamina.  You'll be hungry again long before I am."

"I am always hungry before you." The deadpan response was met with a smirk.  Changing the subject seemed in order.

"What do you make of the dig?  More important, do you think we can get in without any notice?  There must be a spot somewhere without a guard."

Napoleon knew that the medallion being touted as part of the artifacts uncovered here was actually from Romania, taken by force from gypsies who had guarded it for decades, possibly centuries.  Illya knew of its history, or part of it.  His association with gypsies was often questioned, but he had truly been among them at some point in his youth.  It was part of a mysterious past about which Napoleon knew less than he would like, but respected as something unnecessary between them.

"I think it is possible that they have found a deposit of some sort, something that they believe will have a reaction to the icon.  Why they have put it on display is still a mystery, it seems to serve no purpose, especially if they need it at the site."

"So… we don't know anything.  Great.'  Napoleon was thoughtfully digging into his oatmeal, slathered now in butter and brown sugar.

''Do you think you can get inside?  I will reconnoiter the perimeter, keep an eye on the guards."

Illya slid a piece of bacon onto his toast, folded it over and took a bite, all the while listening to his friend.  He pierced the egg that was cooked perfectly over-medium, and sopped up the yoke as it spilled out from the white that surrounded it.  Napoleon watched studiously, suddenly aware of  how good food looked when Illya was eating.  His oatmeal suddenly seemed uninteresting.

"You know, you eat as though it were an art form."  The blond smiled, only lack of it could provide the type of appreciation he had for his food.

"Perhaps it is.  In any event, the answer to your question is  'yes', I can get into the camp.  It backs up to a wooded area, and I am guessing that it isn't well tended.  Let's start there."

Finishing their breakfasts with one last cup of coffee, the UNCLE agents set off to see what damage they might do.

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Good chapter AND you made me hungry. I guess I'll be having Eggs and Soldiers for breakfast tomorrow...or if I'm starvin' like Marvin when I get home tonight. "D

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

This story does seem to be rather food oriented :D Thanks, hope your enjoy your eggs.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

I'm making my eggs and toast now... Playing in the session gave me an appetite, though I didn't have much of a dinner tonight.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Another great instalment, and I loved the way you got 'dowager' in. I sense big trouble in the next part.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Dowager is such a seldom used word these days, and not something we here in America use at all. Good thing I had those two in the wings ;) Thanks for the prompts and for commenting.

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

I'm with Solo; I'm a steel-cut oatmeal kind of girl, and hold the butter and brown sugar. Ohio maple syrup for me.

Getting more and more interesting, Glenna. What's next?

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I like oatmeal, but I do like the butter and brown sugar part, along with raisins and cream. Thank you for joining us for breakfast ;)