"Delivery Dilemma" for the Short Affair
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section7mfuA/N this is a preamble to a call and response story between myself and Alynwa being posted today called "The Surprise Party." Hope you enjoy~ the big day has arrived.
The phone rang on Napoleon Solo's desk at eight in the morning. Sitting opposite him at his own desk was his partner who was busy reading a sheet of updates on the international activites of T.H.R.U.S.H.
"Solo here, good morning,"
"Napoleon it's Tommy Lopaka," the head of Security spoke. "There's a catering delivery truck in the loading dock, where do you want them to set up for the 'you know what?"
"They're early." Solo tried to sound normal. "Umm I'll be right there." He quickly hung up the phone and looked at his watch. It was seven a.m.
"Who is early?" Illya's eyes peeked over the top of the paper."
"Umm, Mr. Waverly's next appointment, but he's in a meeting right now. I'll escort them upstairs to a waiting room."
"Why you? That is Security's job is it not?"
"Oh, I just feel like stretching my legs. Want some tea from the Commissary?"
"I will come with you. I could use a walk myself," Illya said.
"Just stay put. I'll bring it back and a piece of danish for your birthday."
"I told you no celebration Napoleon." Kuryakin sat up straight in his chair."
"Will you give me a break, a danish and a cup of tea are hardly a celebration. "
Napoleon strolled out the door, but once around the corner he took off at a dead run. He went straight to the Commissary, picked up the pastry and beverages but called Lopaka on the house phone.
"Tom, have the caterers get everything to the gym and post haste. We don't want Illya to suspect a thing."
"Sure Napoleon no problem. How are you going to get Kuryakin to the gymnasium without him suspecting anything is going on? He's pretty sneaky when it comes to sniffing things out brudda," the big Hawaiian said.
"Tom, I'll figure that out with April and Mark. Thanks."
The phone rang on Napoleon Solo's desk at eight in the morning. Sitting opposite him at his own desk was his partner who was busy reading a sheet of updates on the international activites of T.H.R.U.S.H.
"Solo here, good morning,"
"Napoleon it's Tommy Lopaka," the head of Security spoke. "There's a catering delivery truck in the loading dock, where do you want them to set up for the 'you know what?"
"They're early." Solo tried to sound normal. "Umm I'll be right there." He quickly hung up the phone and looked at his watch. It was seven a.m.
"Who is early?" Illya's eyes peeked over the top of the paper."
"Umm, Mr. Waverly's next appointment, but he's in a meeting right now. I'll escort them upstairs to a waiting room."
"Why you? That is Security's job is it not?"
"Oh, I just feel like stretching my legs. Want some tea from the Commissary?"
"I will come with you. I could use a walk myself," Illya said.
"Just stay put. I'll bring it back and a piece of danish for your birthday."
"I told you no celebration Napoleon." Kuryakin sat up straight in his chair."
"Will you give me a break, a danish and a cup of tea are hardly a celebration. "
Napoleon strolled out the door, but once around the corner he took off at a dead run. He went straight to the Commissary, picked up the pastry and beverages but called Lopaka on the house phone.
"Tom, have the caterers get everything to the gym and post haste. We don't want Illya to suspect a thing."
"Sure Napoleon no problem. How are you going to get Kuryakin to the gymnasium without him suspecting anything is going on? He's pretty sneaky when it comes to sniffing things out brudda," the big Hawaiian said.
"Tom, I'll figure that out with April and Mark. Thanks."
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