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section7mfuA hail of bullets struck the figures huddled in the door. “Kill them!” the THRUSH commander bellowed. “Kill them all!”
“Uh, sir.....?” The brightest of his minions edged forwards, kicking out at the remains of the bodies.....a corncob pipe, a button, several pieces of coal and a whole lot of snow. “Sir, I think these were decoys.”
The commander glared, as though the very notion offended him, then squinted further into the house. “That's no decoy,” he declared, running towards the figure half crouched behind a sofa, dressed in a dapper suit and holding an UNCLE special. “Kill him!”
Unfortunately this figure too dissolved into snow...leaving behind a not-so-innocent-looking device which began to tick.
“Is it too late to talk about defecting?” the intelligent minion asked plaintively, as the gas started pouring from the device, knocking the THRUSH men out.
As the gas cleared, Napoleon sauntered out of the hiding spot, surveying the unconscious prisoners with a sense of satisfaction, while Illya retrieved his gun. “And that's how you take down five armed men with only a gas grenade.”
“Mmmm. I look forward to seeing how you explain this escapade in your report without saying 'We built snowmen'.”
“Uh, sir.....?” The brightest of his minions edged forwards, kicking out at the remains of the bodies.....a corncob pipe, a button, several pieces of coal and a whole lot of snow. “Sir, I think these were decoys.”
The commander glared, as though the very notion offended him, then squinted further into the house. “That's no decoy,” he declared, running towards the figure half crouched behind a sofa, dressed in a dapper suit and holding an UNCLE special. “Kill him!”
Unfortunately this figure too dissolved into snow...leaving behind a not-so-innocent-looking device which began to tick.
“Is it too late to talk about defecting?” the intelligent minion asked plaintively, as the gas started pouring from the device, knocking the THRUSH men out.
As the gas cleared, Napoleon sauntered out of the hiding spot, surveying the unconscious prisoners with a sense of satisfaction, while Illya retrieved his gun. “And that's how you take down five armed men with only a gas grenade.”
“Mmmm. I look forward to seeing how you explain this escapade in your report without saying 'We built snowmen'.”
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