Adios Amigos - Short Affair 1/18/16

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Prompts: plan, black
words: 998

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The plan was simple: get inside the offices of Neder and Caulk, attorneys at law, and steal the report in their safe.  It was an itinerary for a prominent THRUSH chief as well as a record of his ill-gotten gains.  The attorneys worked for the Hierarchy, maintained offices in the City while living just beyond the reach of the law, in case of any repercussions to their criminal activities.

Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were dressed in black, standing in a dark room that never betrayed their presence to the security cameras that scanned the fourth floor of the Parmenter Building in which the Neder and Caulk offices were located.  Black being the operative color of men in stealth mode as they made their way through the files and obvious hiding places for such valuable intelligence.

"I have nothing.  If those papers are here then they are very well hidden amongst this impressive collection of legal documents."  Illya sighed in exasperation, a not uncommon sound to his partner's acute hearing.

"One more place and then we're calling it a night…' Napoleon reached behind what proved to be a faux window that had a view of nothing, hidden behind a dupioni silk drapery panel.  Kuryakin shook his head in a type of self-scolding.  He had wondered about the odd placement of that window.

"Here and … now!  The snick of a lock releasing put a smile on Solo's face that his partner recognized, even in the dark.  He pulled out a small flashlight to illuminate the safe's interior as Napoleon searched for what they had come to retrieve.

Never let it be said that spies cannot be caught in the act.  Suddenly the lights came on with blinding brightness, causing the two men from UNCLE to turn and face the intruder.  Well, that was a matter of semantics perhaps since it was they who had broken into this space.

A young woman of about twenty-five or so stood staring at the two men in black.  She didn't have a gun or any other discernible weapon, but instead held a mop in one hand as she held onto the cart of cleaning supplies with the other.

In a matter of second the scene became clear to her and she stepped back, a fearful expression on her pretty face as she mumbled something in Spanish.  In an instant Napoleon was there, his hand across her mouth just in time to stop the scream she would soon release from echoing down the empty hallway.

"Por favor Señorita, por favor, no grites . Nosotros no haremos daño"  Illya's assurances that she was safe from harm did little to relieve the expression of fear on her face.  Napoleon slowly removed his hand, hoping she would understand and be quiet.

"I speak English, and you do not look so trustworthy to me.  Why should I believe you?"  Her expression was not entirely in line with the question, setting off a strange sense of concern in Napoleon's gut.  He had a feeling she was after something besides dust bunnies beneath the desk.

"I don't think you're really here to clean this office.  Who do you really work for?  Not THRUSH, and not for us…' Her expression asked the question, so he obliged.

"The U.N.C.L.E., United…"

"Network Command for Law and Enforcement, yes I know of it."  Illya stepped forward, closing the gap between all of them as he looked more closely at the woman.

"You know about us, so tell us a little about who sent you here."  There was something familiar about her, but not enough to job his memory.

"You knew my father, the one called The King of Diamonds.  He left me a short history of his dealings with two agents from UNCLE, a dashing American and his blond partner; a Russian, yes?"

Both men immediately returned to the affair in England and the man they had recruited to help solve a diamond dilemma, and of his subsequent death at the hands of THRUSH.

"Rafael Delgado was your father?"  Illya had traversed a South American river in order to rescue his partner and the pudding woman.  What was her name?

"Yes, and I intend on ruining the lives of those men responsible for his death.  I know several of them died there in that jungle, but two of them survived and escaped.  Their plans are in that safe, and I would appreciate it if you would share with me what you have retrieved.' With that the daughter of Rafael Delgado produced a small pistol and aimed it at Napoleon, a small gesture of her intentions.

"I would not enjoy killing you, but I intend to avenge my father's death.  Now, if you will please…" She didn't get to finish that because from behind a large hand grabbed her, pulling her backwards into the hallway as another man lunged forward, tackling Illya while Napoleon looked on.  It was clumsy, to be sure, but remembering the men who had been involved in the King of Diamonds Affair, he felt certain their ineptness remained a part of their current condition.

Illya easily escaped the grasp of the larger man, taking him out with one swift karate clip.  Napoleon turned to the other intruder, watching with some admiration as the young woman pretended to faint, causing the brute to lose his grip on her and allowing Solo the opportunity to shoot him with a sleep dart.  Within minutes both THRUSH were out, giving the other three an opportunity to look at them more closely.

"These are the men, the ones responsible for your father's death."  Napoleon saw a look of sadness come across her face before the relief that her vendetta could end here, on the spot.

"And so … it ends here.  Unless of course you will allow me to kill them both."  Did she wink at Napoleon?

Illya decided it was time to call this one in, leaving his partner to do what he did best.

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Napoleon can definitely handle it, no doubt about it.