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section7mfu“There’s a problem, Mr Solo,” Nicki announced upon entering the shared Solo/Kuryakin office.
Napoleon looked up from his pile of agent evaluations, and smiled at his intruder. He was about to make a suggestive comment when he saw the look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Mr Kuryakin has missed three scheduled call-ins,” she told him.
Napoleon frowned. Missing one wasn’t too much of a concern, as he knew himself, many things could cause a delay. Missing a second caused a mild worry, but by the third, it was time to panic.
“He’s only supposed to be doing surveillance isn’t he?”
“Yes, he was following a known THRUSH operative called Minty Meadow.”
Napoleon shook his head at the name. He’d been certain that it couldn’t be her real name, but was equally certain nobody would have chosen it for themselves.
“Have you tried contacting him?” He queried, before remembering she wouldn’t have.
It had been decided that if an agent was late with a call-in, only a more senior agent, with knowledge of the assignment, could decide whether to try and establish contact. In the case of Illya Kuryakin, there were only two people above him.
“Thanks Nicki, I’ll get onto it.”
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Illya had been tailing Miss Meadow for three hours, and had followed her into a large hardware store. It wasn’t until he was right inside that Illya realised the mistake he’d made. The woman he had been following had met up with two men, whom Illya recognised from their U.N.C.L.E. dossiers. One was Harry Best, an overweight Canadian, and the other was Englishman Perry Jennings. He’d managed to stroll right into a THRUSH nest; albeit a very, very minor one.
As quickly as he dared, Illya turned around and headed back to the door, only to find his way blocked by an unnecessarily large goon. Luckily, said goon was locking the door and wasn’t looking at him. Changing direction sharply, Illya darted towards the darkened corner of the store. A quick scan of the area showed him a stack of boxes in front of him, and rafters above him. With barely a thought, he scrambled up the boxes and jumped up to grab onto the beams.
Looking across to the enemy agents, Illya realised he’d stumbled across an apparently clandestine meeting. He moved towards them, carefully inching along the rafters until he was above the small group.
“We’re going to need to get our hands on either Solo or Kuryakin,” he heard Best say. “Grabbing one or the other of that pair would put us on Central’s radar.”
“It would be better if we could get both of them,” said Minty, with a broad Bronx accent.
“Well, if we get one, the other is bound to come looking,” Jennings told them. “That’s how it usually goes with those two, I understand.”
“It’s a great idea in principle,” agreed Minty, “But, how exactly do we go about snaring one of U.N.C.L.E.’s top agents?”
Without warning, their attention was grabbed by a high pitched alarm sound from above. Looking up, they were greeted with the annoyed face of one of their targets.
“Whaddaya know,” exclaimed Minty. “It seems Christmas has come early.”
To Be Continued.
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I know, I know, I promised no more WIPS. The last few days have had my head scrambled for various reasons (some of you know why), so I’ve literally just gotten around to writing this. As it’s almost bedtime, (and I didn’t do anything for last week’s picfic) I decided to leave a cliffie :-D
Napoleon looked up from his pile of agent evaluations, and smiled at his intruder. He was about to make a suggestive comment when he saw the look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Mr Kuryakin has missed three scheduled call-ins,” she told him.
Napoleon frowned. Missing one wasn’t too much of a concern, as he knew himself, many things could cause a delay. Missing a second caused a mild worry, but by the third, it was time to panic.
“He’s only supposed to be doing surveillance isn’t he?”
“Yes, he was following a known THRUSH operative called Minty Meadow.”
Napoleon shook his head at the name. He’d been certain that it couldn’t be her real name, but was equally certain nobody would have chosen it for themselves.
“Have you tried contacting him?” He queried, before remembering she wouldn’t have.
It had been decided that if an agent was late with a call-in, only a more senior agent, with knowledge of the assignment, could decide whether to try and establish contact. In the case of Illya Kuryakin, there were only two people above him.
“Thanks Nicki, I’ll get onto it.”
………………………………………………………………………………………….
Illya had been tailing Miss Meadow for three hours, and had followed her into a large hardware store. It wasn’t until he was right inside that Illya realised the mistake he’d made. The woman he had been following had met up with two men, whom Illya recognised from their U.N.C.L.E. dossiers. One was Harry Best, an overweight Canadian, and the other was Englishman Perry Jennings. He’d managed to stroll right into a THRUSH nest; albeit a very, very minor one.
As quickly as he dared, Illya turned around and headed back to the door, only to find his way blocked by an unnecessarily large goon. Luckily, said goon was locking the door and wasn’t looking at him. Changing direction sharply, Illya darted towards the darkened corner of the store. A quick scan of the area showed him a stack of boxes in front of him, and rafters above him. With barely a thought, he scrambled up the boxes and jumped up to grab onto the beams.
Looking across to the enemy agents, Illya realised he’d stumbled across an apparently clandestine meeting. He moved towards them, carefully inching along the rafters until he was above the small group.
“We’re going to need to get our hands on either Solo or Kuryakin,” he heard Best say. “Grabbing one or the other of that pair would put us on Central’s radar.”
“It would be better if we could get both of them,” said Minty, with a broad Bronx accent.
“Well, if we get one, the other is bound to come looking,” Jennings told them. “That’s how it usually goes with those two, I understand.”
“It’s a great idea in principle,” agreed Minty, “But, how exactly do we go about snaring one of U.N.C.L.E.’s top agents?”
Without warning, their attention was grabbed by a high pitched alarm sound from above. Looking up, they were greeted with the annoyed face of one of their targets.
“Whaddaya know,” exclaimed Minty. “It seems Christmas has come early.”
To Be Continued.
……………………………………………………………………………………………..
I know, I know, I promised no more WIPS. The last few days have had my head scrambled for various reasons (some of you know why), so I’ve literally just gotten around to writing this. As it’s almost bedtime, (and I didn’t do anything for last week’s picfic) I decided to leave a cliffie :-D
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Date: 2015-07-14 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-14 10:20 pm (UTC)I got Minty Meadows from one of those stupid name generators that are always appearing on Facebook. Apparently, it's my porn star name. LOL.
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Date: 2015-07-14 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-14 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-15 10:52 am (UTC)The next part will be part of next week's pic fic.
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Date: 2015-07-15 01:37 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-07-16 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-16 06:15 pm (UTC)I really, really wish I knew where I was going with this.
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Date: 2015-07-17 11:44 am (UTC)Honestly, I have to think, any plan that starts "First capture Solo or Kuryakin" probably isn't going to end as well as THRUSH might hope...
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Date: 2015-07-17 12:04 pm (UTC)I've done my usual trick of starting a story with absolutely no idea of where it's going. Hopefully, there'll be a second part next week.
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Date: 2015-07-17 12:07 pm (UTC)