Chapter 2 for the Impromptu challenge
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section7mfuCHAPTER 1 by Glennagirl is HERE.
"Darling," Angelique La Chien practily purred. The spoken word was no doubt directed at Solo. Illya knew that as there was no love lost between himself and the THRUSH femme fatale.
"I'm not sure whether I should thank you or not," Napoleon responded.
"Well you should be grateful, after all I bought your insipid Russian friend as well. I knew there would be no living with you if I let him get into hands that would no doubt cause him bodily harm, perhaps even death.
"Thank goodness for small favors," Illya mumbled.
"I wasn't speaking to you slave!" Angelique spoke in a stern voice and hit the Russian with a riding crop she held in her hand.
"Do that again and you will regret it," Illya sneered.
"Kuryakin, I have to put on a good show of it for the others," she whispered, but suddenly raised her voice. "You will both address me as Mistress. If you do not you will suffer the consequences."
She took hold of the rope ends to the nooses that had been tied around the UNCLE agent's necks. Their hands were bound behind their backs so there was little they could do.
"Now come, my car awaits."
They followed her like puppy dogs as members of the audience applauded their approval. Once outside in the alleyway, they all climbed into her limo where Napoleon and Illya's bonds were removed.
Kuryakin lifted the noose around his neck with out a comment then proceeded to rub his wrists that were raw from being tied up so long.
"Angelique, so what's your game?"Napoleon asked. "Surely we're not your slaves as setting us free in the car would allow us to overpower you and escape."
"Darling," Angelique La Chien practily purred. The spoken word was no doubt directed at Solo. Illya knew that as there was no love lost between himself and the THRUSH femme fatale.
"I'm not sure whether I should thank you or not," Napoleon responded.
"Well you should be grateful, after all I bought your insipid Russian friend as well. I knew there would be no living with you if I let him get into hands that would no doubt cause him bodily harm, perhaps even death.
"Thank goodness for small favors," Illya mumbled.
"I wasn't speaking to you slave!" Angelique spoke in a stern voice and hit the Russian with a riding crop she held in her hand.
"Do that again and you will regret it," Illya sneered.
"Kuryakin, I have to put on a good show of it for the others," she whispered, but suddenly raised her voice. "You will both address me as Mistress. If you do not you will suffer the consequences."
She took hold of the rope ends to the nooses that had been tied around the UNCLE agent's necks. Their hands were bound behind their backs so there was little they could do.
"Now come, my car awaits."
They followed her like puppy dogs as members of the audience applauded their approval. Once outside in the alleyway, they all climbed into her limo where Napoleon and Illya's bonds were removed.
Kuryakin lifted the noose around his neck with out a comment then proceeded to rub his wrists that were raw from being tied up so long.
"Angelique, so what's your game?"Napoleon asked. "Surely we're not your slaves as setting us free in the car would allow us to overpower you and escape."
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