Going for a Swim for the Short Affair June 27, 2016

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Prompts:  Blemish, Pond
Prompt: Color Gold
Title:  Going for a Swim
Author:  Jkkitty
Word Count: Approximately 638

The gold rays of the sun reflexed on the pond that Napoleon was currently trying to exit.  However, a group of Thrush agents had surrounded him and was laughing at him as he tried to keep afloat in the seven-foot-deep water.

“Come on out Solo.   We’ll be happy to help you dry off.   Charlie, over there, has some rope to tie you to a tree to air dry.”   Sam, the self-appointed leader of the group, badgered him.

“I’m fine, thank you.   But you’re welcome to come and get me if you want to try Sam.”  Napoleon shot back.

Sam lay on the ground, resting his head on his hand, pulling out grass and throwing it into the lake.   “Really Solo, I have all day.   All we really want is the location of the chip you took.  Tell us and we’ll let you go unharmed.”

“And I believe in fairies too,” Napoleon mumbled.

“Did you say something, Solo?”  When he received no answer, Sam laughed and laid back to wait him out.

After an hour, Sam could see the American growing tired but knew he wouldn’t give up the location and die to keep it a secret.  He pointed to a couple of men,“Get him out of there he won’t do us any good dead, and it will be too dark to see him within a few minutes.”

As the men approached him, Napoleon tried to get out of their reach while fighting them off, but the time spent trying to keep himself afloat cause a loss of his energy.   It wasn’t long, and the men were dragging him out of the pond as the last of the golden rays fell below the horizon.

Thrown on the ground, Napoleon’s arms and legs began to cramp and with his eyes closed, he tried to recover.   His breathing started to slow down, and the cramping began to recede.   

“Where is the chip?”  Sam's voice brought him back to his predicament.

“Although I appreciate your dedication to your orders, I can’t help you.”

“Do you want to die, Solo?  Or do you think someone will save you?  We’re in the middle of nowhere, and no one knows where you are.” Sam pointed out.”

“You never know,” Napoleon mumbled.

“You really don’t think that Russian partner of yours is going to show up do you? What is he part bloodhound?”  Sam heckled, and the rest of the man laughed.  “Now let’s get serious.   Your choice—drown or the chip.”

Napoleon looked at the pond and then Sam.  “No chip.” 

Sighing, Sam pointed to a few men, “If we can’t have the chip then no one can.  Throw him back in.”  Binding his hands and feet the men lifted Napoleon.

“Put him down or the next shot goes in your heart.”  A Russian voice came out of the dark.

Diving for cover, the men dropped Napoleon into the mud surrounding the pond.

“Come on Kuryakin. It’s seven against one.”

Suddenly there was a small yell then another.  Within a few minutes, another four sounds of falling bodies were heard leaving Sam by himself. 

Crouching on the ground, his gun pushed into Napoleon skull, “Kuryakin, I have Solo.   Come out now or he’s dead.”

A single bullet and Sam dropped to the ground.  

After removing his night goggles, Illya asked untying his partner. “Ready to go home?”

“Waverly is going to kill me,” Napoleon moaned trying to brush the mud off his pants.   “This is the fifth suit this month.”

Exasperated, “Napoleon! Do you have the chip?” 

Pointing to the blemish on his arm, he nodded.

“I have called clean up.  It is time to go home and turn over the chip.”  Illya helped Napoleon up.  “You can worry about your clothing budget later.”

Moaning as he moved, Napoleon following Illya into the night.

Comments

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

Sassy Napoleon and a ruined suit. Very nice. I like the image of Illya in night goggles.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

The suit of course must be kept nice, thanks for reading and commenting.