And So It Goes - Short Affair 12/28
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Prompts: dominate, silver
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If there was one thing you could count on with someone who worked for THRUSH, it was the need to dominate. Whether an underling grunt like the guy trying to intimidate Illya Kuryakin at the moment, or someone from Central, such as the Mr. Big Shot without a Name who was troubling Napoleon Solo for information. Either one of them could pass Chief Executive for all of the effort being put into looking important.
Mr. Big Shot was running short on patience with the upstart UNCLE agent. He seemed to not be very respectful of the suave American or his position within the Command. Obviously this Big Shot was woefully uninformed regarding top agents.
The grunt had Illya in a very uncomfortable position, with his arms tight behind his back and securely tied at the elbows. Now, however intimidating this guy thought he was, he obviously had little knowledge of the Russian and his uncanny ability to slither out of tight spots, and securing his elbows seemed… dumb. Illya was hanging from his ankles, another inconvenience that he had overcome numerous times. The Grunt was walking around him, his head within reach of the blond's large grip. All he had to do was come a little bit closer.
While Napoleon hedged telling anything useful to Mr. BS, Illya was waiting for the right opportunity to use his hands on his annoying grunt/captor. Even behind his back, with his hands free there was always the off chance…
In a flash everything struck like lightening. The Grunt finally came too close to his dangerous opponent and Illya's hands encompassed the man's scrawny neck. No amount of flailing could derail the grip and as the man saw silver streaks across his vision he withered into unconsciousness.
Just as quickly Napoleon grabbed his opportunity and Mr. BS, while the other man's attention was diverted to the struggle going on between Illya and his man. Napoleon stood up and used his chair as a battering ram, shattering the wood and freeing himself as the THRUSH chief fell in a heap.
In a matter of a minute or so the struggle was over and the UNCLE agents freed from their bonds. Illya had pulled himself up to the beam and freed his feet from that hindrance, dropping to the floor with all of the grace his gymnastic training had provided him.
Napoleon was shaking off the ropes and wrapping them around the wrists of the fallen foe, wondering once more just how these guys managed to climb to the top of the THRUSH heap.
"I suppose we will need to take care of a few more guards on our way out." Illya's response was to simply nod. He liked nothing better than blowing up these places, but as it was located in the middle of a block in Brooklyn… better to not make a mess.
"Here…' He tossed Napoleon a gun. "And your communicator I believe." It was indeed Napoleon's communicator, and his as well set on top of the desk that also held the formula they had originally come to retrieve.
"Alrighty then, shall we?" Napoleon stretched his arm in the direction of the door and let his able partner lead the way. Just a few encounters, easily handled, and the two were out the door and onto the street that still buzzed with traffic and commerce.
"Open Channel D, this is Solo…"
And so it goes.
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Date: 2015-12-29 05:53 am (UTC)A nd good for Illya, not trying to get just a little explosion.
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