"Smoked Napoleon"~ for Picfic Tuesday 10/13

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

The prompt:

The hand to hand wrestling match became an out and out brawl as Illya fought with the man who had captured his partner. Napoleon was strung up by his arms, and with his ankles tied together there was little he could do to help Kuryakin.

While attempting to steal some very important documents, Solo was captured by one László Gabor, a Hungarian extremist with suspected ties to THRUSH

Gabor was trying to blackmail certain European heads of state, and if they didn’t cooperate; they’d pay with public humiliation that would doom their careers. To avoid that, all they had to do was swear their fealty to him,  along with THRUSH and they would be spared their embarrassment and possibly their lives.

The Hungarian was similarly built to Kuryakin and so did not have a physical advantage over the Russian; like Illya he was wiry and athletic as well as trained in martial arts.

Perhaps the agent had met his match as Gabor was beginning to pummel Kuryakin. Still Illya wasn’t going to give up, that wasn’t his way and he’d fight with his last breath to free Napoleon.

The two adversaries tossed and flipped each other, throwing punches and kicks as the opportunity presented itself.  Illya gained a second wind but neither man seemed to have the advantage, that was until Gabor produced a jagged knife from somewhere on his person and lashed out with it.

Illya was able to dodge the thrust just in time, and grabbing a bit of burlap cloth lying to the side; he wrapped it around one arm, hoping it would do as a shield.

Gabor reached out again, this time the blade slicing across Illya’s hand. He cried out in pain, dropping to one knee.

The Hungarian reached for a jar on a nearby table, opened it and tossed something inside it onto Solo.

It was an enormous  red and black centipede.

Centipedes are poisonous and administer venom through a bite that can be extremely painful, but generally not fatal to humans, however in this instance it was a mutated specimen, most likely bred to kill.

“Illya a little help here?” Napoleon barked, he tried blowing at the insect, hoping to evict it as it was crawling upwards, for all the good it did. As soon as it reached Solo's exposed neck, he was sure it would bit him.

Kuryakin saw the creature spiraling up Solo’s jacket but could do nothing until Gabor was out of the way. Seeing an opportunity; Illya was on him in an instant diving at the man, karate chopping him in the throat and taking him down.

He daren't touch the insect and instead drew a cigarette lighter from his pocket with his bloody hand and flicking a switch at the bottom of it, converting it to a mini-flamethrower.

Napoleon squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating that he was going to be a singed along with the centipede.

The flame hit its mark and the killer insect shriveled up into nothing leaving nothing bur a putrid stench. Napoleon’s jacket however, began to smoke.

Illya slapped the burning cloth, slapping it out with his hands, and a second later he cut the ropes holding Solo.

Napoleon dropped to his feet, and looked immediately to his burned jacket. He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by his partner.

“Not a word. I know, Waverly is going to kill you.”

“Without a doubt. This will make the fourth suit in three weeks.”

Kuryakin's brow furrowed in thought. “I tell you what, since it was my doing...we will put it on my expense account.”

“Thank you,” Napoleon smiled.” But you never put in for very big chits, won’t it look a little suspicious?”

“That will be my problem to deal with my friend.” Illya winked.

“Gee, thanks tovarisch. I owe you one... actually more than that.”

“We can discuss such matters over dinner when we get back to New York.”

“I suppose I’m paying? Napoleon presumed.

“You do not have to do so; I am not putting your suit on my expense report to laud it over you.”

“Well in that case, I’ll definitely be buying,” Napoleon grinned, clapping his partner on the back.

“Oww.” Illya winced, thinking there wasn't a part of his body left unbruised.

“Sorry about that. How about instead of dinner I book you a massage with sweet Melissa. She has really talented hands.”

“I would rather have dinner…”

“Figures.”

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

That was a risky move with the lighter, and naturally, Illya prefers food over a massage :-)
Very enjoyable scenario.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hey would you want to touch that thing with your hand? I would imagine that Illya trusted in his aim more than Napoleon...chuckle.

Thank for liking this one and for commenting cuz. Again I wasn't sure how good this one was.

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Seems only fair that Illya should have to deal with the expenses of that suit, that one was most definitely his fault. Very nice story, and the picture of the insect made me shudder, as it was probably meant to. :)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Fair is fair right? The centipedes made me shudder too....ick!

Thanks for reading and commenting!