New Girl part 5 -Picfic 4/5

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My apologies for dragging this out for so long.  I've just had a lot going on and writing has been on the back burner.  I promise to keep at this and get it resolved as quickly as possible.  In the meantime, I give you Part 5...

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Four agents and a teenage boy traveled with great stealth along the rocky path that overlooked a scene of fading daylight dancing on Mediterranean hues of blue and green.  Trevor walked alone, trailing Mark and April.  Napoleon and Illya were in the lead with Antonio, and all of them were dressed in black in order to blend in better with the approaching night.

Antonio was leading this group with the ease of someone familiar with his surroundings.  He faltered momentarily when he reached the spot where he had seen his father's murder, squelching the image as quickly as it had come; he needed to be clear headed.

"There, the men who killed my father came from that cave."  Antonio was pointing, his voice somber.

Napoleon checked over his shoulder, confident that his team was ready to move forward.  Trevor would take Antonio back to his aunt and then wait for communication about the mission.  Napoleon felt it necessary to ensure that the boy and his aunt Celia were safe.

"All right then, that's what we needed.  Trevor, you and Antonio go back and wait.  Keep a keen eye, it's possible that THRUSH might figure out that they were observed and if so…"

He didn't need to finish that sentence.  Trevor was thinking the same thing, and he was not going to allow any harm to come to these two people.

"I've got it mate.  No one gets past me, and no one had better try."  Napoleon slapped the British agent on the back, nodding to him and to Antonio."

As they turned to go, the remaining four focused on the cave across from their location.  A faint light was visible, indicating activity within.  If this was the place from which all of the THRUSH activity emanated then this ought to be the operation to shut it down.  The entire thing seemed more exploratory than definitive.  The incident of the dead fish had occurred over the past four days, but nothing was being done to indicate a master plan in action.  There were no threats, only speculation on the part of those who were aware of it.  Illya was the first to head down the slope, his agility envied by the other three as they all began the descent. It took only a few minutes for all of them to read the bottom, the night now a complete covering for them.

Napoleon motioned for April and Mark to move in to the left of the opening, hugging the rocks in order to avoid being seen.  He and Illya took a more direct route, challenging fate to keep them invisible as they moved like crabs on the sand, their dark figures more like shadows than men.

As the two neared the opening they checked to see where April and Mark were.  As Napoleon had hoped, the other two were nearly to the same spot.  This meant that no one was watching from any vantage point that might have betrayed them.  Perhaps the lights meant nothing, for this was surely not a well guarded place.

Illya went in first, his gun drawn and senses on alert.  No sounds from within were heard, and when he turned to look back, Napoleon had a look on his face that told him he had reached the same conclusion.

"There's no one home tovarisch."  Illya nodded.  The place was empty, the light a false beacon to the UNCLE agents.  April and Mark came in and looked around, puzzled at first but equally certain that the cave was empty.

"THRUSH may be have using this before, but right now it looks more like a hideout for kids and lovers.  The lantern is a puzzle however…'  Illya's voice trailed off as he considered why a lantern was light the interior of an empty cave.

"Get out! Go, get out now!" Illya turned as he yelled at the others, extending his hands to them as though to push them through the cave entrance and out to safety.  In a matter of seconds after they hit the beach a rumble of noise erupted behind them.  The blast was enough to generate a gust of hot air through the opening and push the four agents forward so that they landed face down in the sand.  Illya took the brunt of it since he was in the back and now, as the other began to stir, he was lying unconscious.

"Illya…'  Napoleon was at his partner's side immediately.

"He's out, but I don't see any blood." April gasped at the thought of what might have been.  First Trevor and now Illya; she wasn't sure she could take much more of her friends and colleagues being injured.

Illya moved, grunting as he did so.  Finally he opened his eyes to the sight of the other three standing over him and staring.

"I think they might have laid a trap."  That made Napoleon laugh.

"I think you might be right Illya.  Now, let's get you up and us back to Celia's.  You okay to walk?"  Illya snorted at the idea of not being okay.

"I am fine.  Just … "

But that was all he said.


Okay, just pretend he's wearing black and that it's night time.  Okay ? :)