section7mfu | Higher Objectives, Chapter VII

“Were you expecting company?” Napoleon shouted just as the door caved.

“FBI! Drop your weapons!” A fusillade came through the window causing the agents to dive for cover.

“Tell your colleagues to stop shooting and we will!” Illya yelled.

“That’s not us!”

Napoleon turned back toward the window and resumed firing. “Then I suggest you help before we’re all killed!”

Having no better choice, the four FBI agents joined the gunfight. Moments later, they heard a car’s tires screeching as the shooters left. Illya quickly moved to look out the window only to turn around to face four guns. “What is this about? Why are you here?”

“You’re coming with us, Russkie. I’m Agent Spencer and we know you’re plotting against the American government!”

Napoleon stepped in front of Illya. Holstering his Walther he growled, “There’s no need to threaten my partner. We’re cooperating. Pass me your weapon, Illya.” He tucked it in his belt. “No single government can have UNCLE technology. Tell me where you’re taking him and I’ll meet you.”

Spencer cuffed Illya. “No.”

Napoleon rubbed Illya’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Partner.” He smiled when the FBI failed to notice the homing device he’d slipped under Illya’s shirt collar.