Sickness and Wealth (Part 3) - Short Affair - Feb 22nd

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Prompts - Malice/Yellow
Word Count (Approx.) - 460


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“Kuryakin?” Illya asked, with as much outrage as he could muster; looking from Foxton to the two dangerous looking orderlies behind him. “I am Count Armand Poplawski!”

Illya knew the game was up, but he had to try and bluff his way out. Of course, Foxton wasn’t buying it.

“Okay ‘Count’, why are you rummaging around in my office?”

Illya shrugged. “Sleepwalking?”

Foxton refused to rise to the bait and gestured for the orderlies to take hold of their prisoner.

“If you would care to go with these gentlemen, they will put you somewhere secure.”

Determined not to be taken without a fight, Illya charged at the doctor. Foxton was surprised by the sudden attack and had no time to take a shot. The Russian grappled for the gun and was just gaining the upper hand when he felt something hard and heavy strike the back of his head.

He slid to floor, entirely unconscious. Foxton tapped him with his foot and smiled.

“Take him to the cellar and chain him up,” he instructed the orderlies, with a distinct streak of malice in his voice. “Mr Kuryakin is a gifted escapologist, so make sure he is unable to make any attempt to leave. Oh, you’d better check inside his mouth for anything explosive.”

Dr Foxton couldn’t keep the smile from his face. He was tired of being a THRUSH go-between and harboured dreams of joining the Hierarchy as a full member. If he were to hand one of U.N.C.L.E.’s top agents to them, it would earn him a fair amount of credit. If he could extract a little information before he told Central of the capture, then that should go even further in his favour.


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“It’s been two and a half days,” Napoleon stated. “He should be back by now.”

Alexander Waverly watched his CEA as he paced the office. Kuryakin hadn’t been given a time frame to accomplish his mission, but he probably should have concluded things by now.

“I understand your concern Mr Solo, and I have to say I agree.”

Napoleon stopped in front of the window and stared at the yellow light of the sun as it began to fade to the orange of evening.

“Permission to mount an extraction, Sir.”

Waverly chewed on the end of his pipe. The information Kuryakin had been sent for was important, but not worth sacrificing an agent for; especially one as talented as Mr Kuryakin.

“Permission granted, but there’s always a chance he is no longer at the clinic.”

Napoleon nodded his understanding.

“Mr Kuryakin is your first priority,” Waverly continued. “However, if you are able to locate the information he went for, please bring that back also.”

“Yes Sir,” Napoleon responded, already heading for the door.


To be continued.

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Comments

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Poor Illya. Yet another tap to the noggin... Can't wait to see what's next.