http://glennagirl.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] section7mfu2015-12-21 06:54 pm
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It Takes A Village part 2 - Short Affair 12/21

Prompts: faith, gold
Part 1
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It was a cold night, with snow on the ground and dark skies overhead.  The night would prove to be the beginning of a storm that encompassed most of the region in which  Solo and Kuryakin now found themselves.  After encountering a villanous scoundrel in Terrence Stoner and having discovered the body of his victim, the priest in an ancient abbey and disarming a bomb, the two men were feeling the effects of being beaten and left to die.  As THRUSH tortures went, this one wasn't bad but it had left some marks, and a few aches to go with them.

Illya headed up to their shared room while Napoleon retrieved the key.  The Russian looked the worst of the two, no need to alarm the innkeeper.  It was nearing Christmas, evidence of the holy observances evident in a small display that included a crèche, a small painting of the nativity scene and several gold candles, all lit and glowing in the dim light of the inn's interior. Illya wondered at the faith of these people, of those who had made the Abbey their home, and of the slain priest.  What was the reason for Stoner's attack on this place?

Passing by this little table where these items were set up the still alert agent noticed someone peering at him from farther down the hall.  A door was slightly open and from within eyes watched as the weary blond started up the narrow stairway.  He turned to see Napoleon finish his task at the counter and, with a nod of his head, alert the American to something of interest.  Napoleon raised his right hand and snapped big fingers, as though just remembering something.  As he turned around a lightening quick reflex had him down the hall and at the door before the person watching could close it.  Illya was close behind, curious as to why he had been of interest.

"Good evening, may we help you with something?"  Illya spoke to the man in German and was not surprised to see a vigorous shaking of the balding head.

"Nein, no… please, go away.  I meant no harm."  He tried to close the door by Napoleon's foot kept it open for his next question.

"Do you have something to tell us, or perhaps you are going to tell someone that we are here.  Do you know who we are?"

The man looked very frightened, but his eyes looked past the UNCLE agents at something, or someone, beyond them.  Illya turned in time to see a young woman run to the door of the Inn and out onto the cobbled street.  He set off after her, leaving Napoleon to question the old man.

[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com 2015-12-22 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Argh...a cliff hanger. Excellent chapter!

[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com 2015-12-22 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooooo wonderful. I love a bit of suspense and you've given us bucket-loads in so few words :-)