The New Girl In Town - PicFic 1/26
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If he just kept going and didn't stop… if he could only put one foot in front of the other without …
The man fell in a staggering heap beneath the lights along this pathway, his body barely discernible now as the snow continued to fall. Soon he would be invisible beneath a layer deep enough to hide him from the enemy. And from his own. A few people wandered past, none of them recognized the mound of snow as a body.
Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were seated at the round table in Alexander Waverly's office, the homage to Camelot that went without comment but was accorded the same veneration as the one first created for the pursuit of peaceful co-existence.
The Old Man was fiddling with his pipe, tamping and fussing with it but never lighting it. This was always a prelude to something unpleasant, at least in the experiences shared by these two agents. Waverly's unlit pipe told its own story.
"Gentlemen, we have a problem to solve. One of our agents is missing, presumed dead." Napoleon started to look at his partner but stopped short of turning his head; he felt Illya's eyes cut toward him as they each asked the obvious question.
"Who, sir?" They asked in unison.
"Trevor Dalton. He's originally from the London office, he was acting as a courier…' Waverly's words seemed to drift out of view before he pulled them back in, continued as though reading a report rather than creating one.
"He failed to check in night before last. He was in Paris, mired in a snow storm that covered the entire region. His last communication with us indicated that he was being followed, probably by THRUSH and most certainly because of what he had in his possession. At least that is what we surmised, however…' He looked at his agents then, the hoary eyebrows raised in a manner that said 'pay attention'.
"We now believe that he passed on the package to another agent who is holed up outside of Paris waiting for the two of you to bring her out."
"Her?" Napoleon wasn't aware of any female agents within the Command, so who was Waverly referring to? Illya was likewise stymied to comprehend the situation being relayed to them.
"Indeed, Mr. Solo, her. April Dancer, our first female agent and perhaps our newest agent. She was assigned to accompany Mr. Dalton on this courier run, sort of a training exercise. We did not anticipate what has apparently transpired. Miss Dancer is in need of your help, gentlemen. You are scheduled to fly out within the hour, the UNCLE jet is waiting for you. Find her, and the package in her possession. THRUSH must not gain possession of it, do you understand?"
"Yes sir." Again, in unison the two replied. Napoleon was not quite finished, however.
"Are we to know the contents of this, um… package?" Waverly looked up from the papers he had already begun to peruse.
"What? No, Mr. Solo, it is not necessary for you to know what the package is, only that is must arrive here safely. Is there anything else?" Napoleon looked at Illya, then back at Waverly.
"No sir, that should do it. We'll report in as soon as we land." Waverly did not say goodbye, he merely returned to his papers as the pair of agents walked out of the office and into the corridor beyond.
"Well, a female agent. Did you know anything about this?" Napoleon was CEA, top man in Section II. He should have been told about something as important as a female agent among their ranks.
"No, but since she is starting out in London that may explain why we weren't informed. I suppose Section I did not think it necessary to include us, although it is peculiar that we are now being called in to rescue her, if that is what we are doing."
Evangeline, serving as Waverly's assistant, caught up to them as they were heading for the elevator.
"Napoleon, Mr. Waverly asked me to give this to you. Have a safe trip boys." She nodded to them and headed back to her desk.
"Hmmm…' Napoleon read the note and passed it to Illya.
"Do you know him?"
"Not personally, but I have heard his name before. He's English, I believe he was stationed in Paris. I suppose he and Dancer both knew Dalton…" Each man thoughtfully considered what might have happened to the agent, wondered if THRUSH had killed him already. If Dancer had the package, then …
"Dalton must have been acting as a decoy while Dancer got away with the package. That means they were anticipating trouble. And now we have to include Mark Slate in the mission to find April Dancer." Napoleon was attempting to put the pieces together based on what he had already been told. So far, this is what made sense.
"Do you think Slate knows where to find Agent Dancer? Perhaps there's a spot that was pre-arranged in case of something like this."
"So why are we going to Paris? Why don't they just take care of it?" Illya knew the London office was more than capable of sorting out something like this, as was Paris. Why were they needed?
"I don't know Illya. I guess we get on a plane and go find out."
……………
April Dancer was young, but she was also a capable, well trained UNCLE agent. The fact that she had survived the night was a sign of things to come, she thought, not without a certain amount of pride in that accomplishment.
THRUSH had found out about the courier run and probably killed Trevor Dalton. He was a nice man, good looking and … she sighed. Survival School didn't really prepare you for this.
Looking out of the window in her little hotel room, April wondered who would come and help her get to New York. That was the assignment: take the parcel and make certain it was placed in the hands of Alexander Waverly. When Trevor had become aware of a THRUSH agent following them he had slipped the small package into April's coat pocket with the ease of a professional pickpocket. She barely knew his intentions until he turned her around, kissed her and whispered into her ear, 'Get lost. Find a place to hole up in and contact New York. See you later, beautiful.' She did what he told her to do, breaking away and heading in the opposite direction. April had slipped inside a boulangerie to watch Trevor disappear into the snowy streets, waiting until she saw someone who seemed to be following the UNCLE agent. That was the last she saw of Trevor and the other man.
Now she was in hiding as she waited for help.
.... Part 2...
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Date: 2016-01-26 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-26 09:39 pm (UTC)Thank you. I thought introducing April and Mark this way might work so here's hoping the story lives up to its potential.
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Date: 2016-01-26 09:41 pm (UTC)Thanks for the encouragement, I'll try to not make you wait.
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Date: 2016-01-26 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-27 05:58 am (UTC)Oh, my reply to you ended up above your comment... but thank you.
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Date: 2016-01-26 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-27 05:59 am (UTC)Yeah, I wish it could have come as one entry but thanks for being patient.
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Date: 2016-01-26 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-27 06:01 am (UTC)Thanks, will try to get it finished ;)
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Date: 2016-01-27 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-27 06:01 am (UTC)Thanks, it seemed like a rollicking start for all of them.
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