section7mfu | "The Something's Rotten in Block Island Affair" Chapter 10 for PicFic Tuesday

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Napoleon quietly knocked on his partner’s door, using their special code of course.

He’d peeked out his own door after the wakeup call got him up out of bed, and just out of curiosity he wanted to see if Madeleine would be taking another walk of shame.

After seeing she and Illya being quite amorous in the kitchen last night, it was pretty much a given the two of them would be doing the horizontal mambo again, so to speak.

He knocked again yet there was no answer and just for the heck of it Napoleon tried the door knob.

It opened with one turn, and he poked his head inside only to see Illya’s bed hadn’t been slept in. He knew for sure as Kuryakin never made his bed especially in a hotel, and it was too early for housekeeping to have done it.

The next best conclusion was that his partner had gone to Madeleine’s room in the hotel, as he assumed the girl lived here.

Women usually seemed more comfortable being made love to in their own beds, under familiar surrounds. At least that was Napoleon’s experience and he did have a lot of it in that area of expertise.

He shrugged, figuring he’d meet up with Illya down at breakfast as there was no way the Russian would pass up a delicious meal served buffet style like it was here.

Napoleon passed the desk and gave a little salute to the young man behind it. Yep, Madeleine was with Illya, no doubt of that.

Yet another and perhaps more important reason he knew Kuryakin wouldn’t dally very long with the girl was they were officially on the clock. This was an assignment now and when it came to that, Illya was pretty much a stickler about how he spent company time.

Napoleon, causally dressed in khaki pants and a dark green polo shirt, sauntered into the dining room where he met up with Mark and Kitt, but still there was no sign of lover boy.

“Have either of you seen my partner?” He asked.

‘Nope sorry mate, figured he’d gone off with that sheila Madeleine for the night, “ Kitt said as he helped himself to eggs Benedict and a slice of ham.

“Between you and me, he didn’t sleep in his room last night,” Napoleon said under his breath.

“Then he went to the girl’s place for a bit of the naughty,” Kitt suggested.

“And maybe for a bit more privacy, to get away from us,” Mark added. “We really do need to mind our business don’t we? I mean listen to us talking about Illya’s sex life like a bunch of old blatherskites.”

“We’re not gossiping,” Napoleon said. “Nothing wrong with wondering where he’s gone off to? I agree with Kitt, he’s probably with Madeleine.”

Napoleon fixed a breakfast plate for himself and sat at a table with the others.

They were nearly finished with their tucker as Kittridge called it, but there was still no sign of the Russian nor his female companion. Napoleon’s patience was finally at an end.

“This isn’t like him,” he mumbled. “Excuse me for a minute.” He got up and walked out to the front desk to speak to the clerk.

“Pardon me but I’m looking for Madeleine, I understand she’s your cousin.”

“I’m ready to disown her, the inconsiderate.... she hasn’t shown up for work yet. I’m tired you know, I’ve been here since last night and I need to get some sleep. I have to study for a big test tomorrow for summer school!”

“Did you try calling her?” Napoleon asked.

“Yes-I-did!” The young man was rather snippy, but Solo let it slide.

“Does she live in the hotel?”

“Room 1, the best one in the place. I get a postage stamp over the bar and it’s real chintzy. She told me it’s because I’m only here for the summer, and she lives here all year. It’s not fair I tell you.”

“Excuse me...umm Martin?” Napoleon read his name tag. “May I have the key to your cousin’s room? It seems my friend is missing and he was with…”

“Yeah yeah I know, she was with the blond guy last night. They took off together on a moped. Never saw them come back, but Madeleine is pretty good at sneaking around, like I said, she didn’t answer the phone this morning so I bet she didn’t bother coming home.”

“Do you have any idea where they might have gone?”

“Not really. She and your friend, came back in from the porch for a few minutes and she looked in the guest book for a name.”

“And that was…”

“I don’t remember. She got all excited when she found it and said something about the tower. Yeah that was it, she went on about some guys being up at the tower.”

Napoleon lost his cool and he grabbed Martin by his jacket lapels, pulling him over the desk; holding the fellow nose to nose with him.

“Listen to me Martin. I want you to remember exactly what was said and I want you to tell me where this tower is located, got it?”

Martin turned as white as a sheet. “Okay okay, give me a second will ya?”

Napoleon released him, but continued to stare him down. Mark and Kitt had arrived and were standing behind Solo with their arms crossed in front of their chests, looking quite menacing.

“She said the name...ummm Eddie. Yeah that’s it Eddie.”

“Eddie Thompson?” Napoleon asked.

“That’s it yes! Maddie said him and his friends had been kicked out of here about a month ago and they were renting the old tower up on Beacon Hill. Blondie got all excited and kissed her, and then they took off on the moped. I swear that’s it Mister, that’s all I remember.”

“Martin one last question,”Napoleon said, and it shouldn’t be hard to answer. How do we get to this Beacon Hill?”

He had some vague memories of a tower here, but it was one of the few places he’d not been to while visiting the island as a kid.

Martin sighed with relief. “Okay first you head out onto Spring Street, then take Old Town Road...”

The last thing Napoleon did as he headed outside was was to try to contact Illya; keeping his fingers crossed his partner and the girl were fine.

Knowing Kuryakin; he had a bad habit of dashing off to check out something on his own and getting into trouble, but this time he had an innocent with him. Napoleon was getting a bad feeling about this.

“Open channel F- Kuryakin. Illya are you there?”

There was no response, only static but that meant it was active.

“Let’s go boys,” Napoleon called out as he climbed on to his bike, though the others were already seated on theirs waiting for Solo’s lead.

It took only a few minutes to reach Beacon Hill and there they spotted Illya’s moped laying on its side, with no sign of either him or the girl.

Solo adjusted his communicator, switching it to home in on Illya’s communicator signal, as it was active.

Napoleon’s own communicator beeped with a near continuous signal when pointed at the house, meaning Kuryakin was in there, or at least his communicator was.

The only thing left to do was knock on the door and see what happened.

Mark and Kitt positioned themselves on either side of the little porch by the door….since there was no rear exit. All the windows were boarded up except for two of them.

Napoleon adjusted his tie and ducked his gun behind his back while he rapped on the door with his other hand.

“Yeah who is it?” A gruff though muffled voice called out.

Napoleon went into salesman mode. “Hi yes I’m the Fuller Brush Man, if I could just have a moment of your time?”

“Fuller Brush Man? You gotta be kidding! Go away Mac!”

“Is there a woman of the house?”

“No now get lost!”

“If I could just have a minute of your time, you’ll receive an entire set of our swanky new men’s brushes, free of charge. That includes and ivory handled hair brush, two shaving brushes, a shoe brush and even a toothbrush; tell you what I’ll throw in a month’s supply of shoe polish. All yours free of charge sir.”

There was a click as the door was unlocked and slowly it opened.

“Okay I got a minute, as long as it means I get all that stuff for free.”

Napoleon said nothing as he raised his left hand, and brought it down in a sharp karate chop to the man’s neck, sending him into oblivion.

The agents quickly searched the premises and found no sign of Illya or the girl at all except for Kuryakin’s gun, wallet and communicator lying on a table.

“Napoleon!” Mark shouted. He called Solo over to one side of the room, pointing to the floor.

There was blood there, lots of it and an ominous sight; Illya’s yellow UNCLE ID card was laying in the middle of it and had been sliced in two.

Kitt hiked the unconscious man up into a chair, binding his hands with duct tape; he’d found a roll of it on the seat of one of the chairs. He slapped the bloke a few times, until the man woke.

When he came to, he tried to struggle but realized immediately it was pointless.

“Who the hell are you?” The prisoner demanded. “You ain’t no Fuller Brush Man that’s for sure!”

“Bloody oath!” Kitt laughed.

“What kinda English you talking Mister. I don’t understand what your sayin’.”

“I’m a fair dinkum Aussie you dipstick. You’re not in any sort of position to be making demands are you mate?” Kitt said. “ Just listen as we’re the ones who are going to be doing the asking.”

“I ain’t saying nothin’.”

“Listen straight, you’re going to give me the drum or my friend here is going to get a little rough with you, savvy?

Slate made a fist and punched it into the palm of his other hand in a threatening manner. “Don’t be a daft git mate?”

“What fuck are you talking about man?”

“Mister Kittridge, if you’d be so kind so as to allow me to clarify?” Napoleon stepped forward, shooting his cuffs.

“Hi there,” he smiled charmingly. “My associate would like you to tell us what you did with Mr. Kuryakin and the young lady who was with him. Now if you don’t give us that information then I’m afraid I’ll have to let Mr. Slate here ummm, shall we say, ‘do his thing,’ on your face. that’s to start. I don’t think you’d like to know what Mr. Kittridge will do to you. And as a court of last resort, I can become involved physically, but if I rumple by suit by doing so…”

“That’s right mate, if Napoleon rumbles his very expensive suit the guilty party doesn’t live to see the light of day,” Mark leaned in, whispering to the man.

“Oh jeez when yous put it that way. Well Eddie, the boss that is, and the others they ummm, took your friends over to Grace Point to do a little swimming, if yous know what I mean?”

“No mate I don’t know what you mean?” Mark smacked his fist into his palm again.

“They’re gonna throw them off the boat, called ‘The Jumping Jack’, that’s towboat what’ll be carrying the last batch of them chemicals.”

“What chemicals?” Napoleon asked.

“Eddie said they’re really bad and they’re going to chase everybody off the island. He brought us gas masks to use see, when he starts dumping them.”

“When did they leave here?” Napoleon demanded.

“Just about five minutes before yous got here. Takes five minutes to get to the Point.”

“And you’re going to show us how to get there, right mate?” Kitt pressed the barrel of his Special against the prisoner’s temple. “What’s your name?”

“Joey.”

“Well Joey, I reckon it’s time you showed us the way,” Kitt spoke in a threatening tone.

“Sssure,” he stuttered his reply; his head on a swivel as he looked back and forth between Kittridge and Slate.

Translations:

Sheila: a girl/woman
blatherskite: a person who talks at great length without making much sense.

A bit of the naughty: sex

Bloody oath!- ‘that’s certainly true!’

I’m a fair dinkum Aussie you dipstick.- I’m a genuine Aussie you idiot.

drum- information

savvy- understand?

daft- crazy

git- A completely ignorant person with no manners.

"The Something's Rotten in Block Island Affair" Chapter 10 for PicFic Tuesday

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