"Carpe Momentum"~ for PicFic Tuesday 10/4

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The prompt:

“Napoleon, any sign?”

“No, how about you?”

“Would I be asking you if I had seen him?” Kuryakin was feeling a bit irksome.

“Let’s look again,” Napoleon ignored the Russian’s attitude. “I’ll take the right, you take the left.

The two agents continued turning in place, doing a complete 360 several times, almost like an endless loop.

“I think I am feeling nauseous ,” Illya said.”There is no sign of him. May we stop now?”

“Really? Hmmm, well you’re looking a little green around the gills,” Solo chuckled,”Tovarisch don’t tell me you’re getting seasick; it’s not like we’re near any water.

“I assure you I am not seasick it is just all this turning and turning and turning. Ugh, I think saying it like that did not help either.”

“Illya, when was the last time you ate?”

“Good question. Breakfast I think. That would make sense as to why I am feeling the way I am, well that and the turning and turning…”

“Stop before you make yourself feel worse.” Solo continued turning, scanning the train station, but still glancing over at his partner, who was still following suit and turning as well.

“And make you keep watch by yourself. You will miss something no doubt.”

Napoleon flashed him a dirty look. “Fine let’s go. He’s not going to show. There’s a bistro just outside the train station; we can stop there and get something to eat before we head out.”

“My stomach and head thank you Napoleon, but please do not speak French as that accent of yours will chase the help away. Let me do the talking."

"Very funny. You know I could just make you go back to the hotel pick up our bags and head straight to the airport, with no pit stop for food."

"Ahhh but then I would only become more cranky and I will ceaselessly annoy you for the entire flight home."

"Point taken." Napoleon could live with Illya's linguisting insult but a cranky Russian on the flight home was something to be feared."You win, we go eat first." It suddenly dawned on him they weren't in France, they were in Italy. Illya said what he had to throw him off balance...the sneaky Russian.

They at last ceased their turning and walked along the platform, staying close to the train just in case.

……

“Did you see those two guys?” A blonde waiting on the platform leaned over, whispering to her equally as blonde companion.

“Yes. Golly what the heck were they doing?” The companion replied “They’re just turning around and turning around. If they weren’t so cute, I’d say they were a couple of nuts.”

“They are cute, aren’t they...look, there they go again. Are they looking for someone maybe? Lord the brunette is so handsome isn’t he, and well dressed too.”

“They do look like they’re searching, but why keep turning like a couple of whirling dervishes?”

“Maybe it’s a local custom? Remember Maggie we’re not in the good old U.S. of A.”

“You don’t have to remind me Julie. I like the blonde one myself. He’s sexy with that hair of his, and he seems sort of mysterious. I like the way his suit is fitted too.”

“Oh look Maggie, they stopped and they’re starting to walk away,” Julie suddenly giggled.”Let’s follow them to see where they’re going?”

“What are you crazy? In a foreign country, following two strangers who might be a bit loopy isn’t the smartest Idea you’ve ever had.”

At that moment a man dressed completely in black, wearing a black fedora on his head, and a pair of dark glasses stepped out from the train. He drew what looked like a gun from beneath his jacket and aimed it at the two men.

“Lookout!” Julie screamed, along with Maggie who shrieked at the top of her lungs.

They watched as the blonde and the brunette dove to the ground, rolling as they too aimed guns.

“Pfft!

Pfft!”

The man in black went toppling down.

“Oh my God they killed him!” Maggie moaned.

Before the women knew it the blonde and the brunette were right there beside them.

“Ladies, thank you so much for your timely warning. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Solo, Napoleon Solo and my friend here is Illya Kuryakin.”

“We owe you both a debt of gratitude,” the Russian took Maggie's hand, lightly kissing it. “He was a dangerous criminal who was determined to kill us.”

“And you killed him!” Julie snarled. “You’re murderers.”

“On the contrary,” Napoleon crooned.”We merely hit him with sleep darts. He’s unconscious, that’s all.” He produced his gold U.N.C.L.E. ID card.

“Oh so you’re policemen?” Julie asked.

“Of a sort,” Illya replied. “And your names are?”

“I’m Julie Kingston and my friend is Maggie Robbins, we’re from the United States.”

“Well so are we,” Napoleon winked.

“Your friend doesn’t sound like an American,” July pointed out.

“I am an immigrant to your country...from Poland,” Illya gave a well rehearsed explanation.

A crowd was beginning to gather on the platform around the still unconscious assassin.

“Ladies, would you care to join us for some lunch. A thank you for warning us?”Napoleon smiled in such a way that his offer seemed irresistible to the women. As they escorted Julie and Maggie out of the station and past the bistro, Illya leaned over to his partner.

“I thought we were having lunch there. Did you forget you promised me?”

“Of course I didn’t forget. I think the restaurant in our hotel is a little nicer and more convenient, if you get my drift?” Solo whispered.

“You my friend are incorrigible, though I must admit Maggie, I find quite attractive.”

“There you go, partner,” Napoleon winked. “Carpe Momentum, you know... seize the moment.”

“I thought the phrase was ‘seize the day? But then only you Napoleon would paraphrase Latin in reference to the the potential seduction of a woman,”Kuryakin snickered.

“Illya sometimes you can be a real prude,” Solo chuckled.

“Hey, I did say Maggie was attractive, did I not?” Illya flashed just a hint of wicked smile as he winked.

“There’s hope for you yet tovarisch.”

Napoleon hailed a taxi with a wave of his hand; the four of them climbed in and were whisked away, this time to a different and most likely a pleasureable sort of adventure...