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section7mfuPart 1 of chapter 6
Illya offered Madeleine his arm, escorting her to a table where they seated themselves. The waitress after being asked, brought over tea, fixing just the way they both liked it. She didn't miss a thing...including the glances Maddy and the good looking blond were giving each other.
“So Illya, I heard the regatta has been cancelled. That means you’ll be leaving soon won’t you?” Madeleine said.
“Not quite yet. My friends and I will be staying for a few more days.” He hesitated. “We are trying to investigate this situation with the fish kill, which I have just found out is not exactly what is seems to be.”
“You don’t really work for an import-export company do you?”
“No not really.” He pulled his ID card and showed it to her.
“U.N.C.L.E...whose, yours?”
“Not a who but a what. It stands for the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement. We are an organization responsible for maintaining political and legal order throughout the world. We are international in our scope. We try to protect and defend nations regardless of size or political persuasion. There are people out in the world who come up with bizarre plans to disrupt the status quo and create chaos, by any means necessary. My job as well as Mr. Solo’s and the others is to stop them.”
“Wow, so you’re some sort of international cop.”
“Mmmm, yes for lack of a better term. Madeleine, I need your help?”
“Me? Why would you need my help if you’re this big international muckety muck cop,” her voice sounded agitated. “Did you really go to all those places or were you still lying to me? Do you just lie to innocent women and screw them for the fun of it? Sure, let’s slum and fuck the local yokel!” She practically hissed at him.
“Madeleine, please do not be upset. I had to tell you a cover story. It is necessary in my line of work, and what happened between us last night was genuine. I do not go around doing such things willy nilly.”
“Willy nilly?” She suddenly found that funny and it calmed her down enough to make her laugh.
“I am not trying to be funny. I am telling you the truth about last night and about the fact that I need your help if we are to solve what is going on here with your home.”
“You are serious aren’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
“All right, what can I do to help?” She sat up straight, squaring her shoulders, as she brushed back her hair.
He told her about the chemicals being introduced into the waters around the island and asked her if she’d seen anyone doing anything strange down near the shoreline.”
“Holy cow, chemicals being dumped into the water are killing all the fish?”
“Yes, but for what purpose we do not know. Now think Madeleine, do you recall anything suspicious since this all started?”
“Well when I was down in Old Harbor I do remember seeing a bunch of old oil drums being loaded onto one of the boats.”
“Do you recall which boat it was?”
She thought for a minute, trying to remember.
“No I’m sorry I don’t. I wasn’t really paying attention Illya.”
“And this from a woman who prides herself on being observant?”
“Excuse me?” She feigned being offended. “Just let me think some more.”
“Take your time, I am in no hurry. Did anyone ever tell you your nose crinkles in the cutest way when you are annoyed?” He’d learned enough from observing Napoleon when to pull the right strings with a woman.
Madeleine took a deep breath as she closed her eyes, trying to envision what she saw at least a month ago.
“It-was-one-of the towboats the Coast Guard uses. Dark blue with the ...no wait, none of them have numbers. They go by names on the aft along with the hailing port. The Coast Guard doesn’t require them to display their official numbers on the outside of the hull. Sorry Illya I didn’t see the name.”
“That’s all right. You did well. Thank you, that at least gives us something to go on until I hear further from my organization.” He leaned over, giving her a peck on the cheek.
“Will I see you tonight?” She’d decided his sleeping with her was genuine and now she wanted him to make love to her again.
“I do not know.”
“Oh…”
He could see the disappointment in her eyes and reached out, caressing her cheek. “I will try, but I can not promise.”
He rose from his chair, spotting his partner waiting for him in the lobby.
“I have some information that might be useful to us,” Illya said, just as Slate and Kittridge joined them.
“From your little friend?”Napoleon whispered.
“If you must know; yes. She recalled around the time that all this fish business started that one of the towboats in Old Harbor was being loaded with some old oil drums. It may be nothing, and simply one of the boatmen doing some light hauling for extra money, but then it may not.”
“Well it’s a start. I know you won’t want to but I think taking the Pursang out will be an easier way to check out all the towboats as they’re not all berthed in Old Harbor.”
“Whatever you say Napoleon. You’re the boss...er Captain,” Mark and Kitt chimed in. Illya on the other hand shrugged his resignation.
“So who’s your little friend Illya?” Mark was ready to give him a bit of guff. “Did you have a bit of the rumpy pumpy with her last night?”
“To use your vernacular...sod off!” He turned to the Brit, giving him one of his cold blue-eyed Russian stares, and that did it.
“Sorry mate, no harm intended. I was just trying to take the piss out of you, that’s all.”
Illya walked out the door ahead of the others.
“Mark, and you too Kitt just leave him be. Illya’s a private man and feels it’s...ungentlemanly to discuss his, well I think you know.”
Napoleon realized that now; he promised himself to do the same and give Illya his space when it came to personal matters. He’d say nothing unless his partner broached the subject.
Translations:
Capisce: understand?
Sì. Capisco: Yes. I understand
arseholed- drunk
rumpy pumpy- sex
guff- verbal abuse
sod off- Screw off, get lost, go away, shut up, stop bothering/talking to me
taking the piss out of you: teasing
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