The Boo From U.N.C.L.E. Chapter Six
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section7mfuDr. Egret, last known to U.N.C.L.E. as Madame Alceste Streigau,* was one of the few mortals involved in this haunting affair. She had long held a deep grudge against U.N.C.L.E. and most especially Alexander Waverly, since she felt her downfall was his entire fault. When the demented spirit of the true mastermind of this caper had appeared to her a few nights earlier, Streigau was more than happy to play her part. She, along with her henchmen, was to provide the physical muscle to kidnap Alexander Waverly, while Harry Beldon and his crew of phantasms would provide the distraction needed to keep all of U.N.C.L.E. busy and in the dark, both literally and figuratively. After all, two of her people had eventually fallen to Alexander Waverly’s men. He must be made to pay.
Streigau and her cronies headed to the home of Alexander Waverly and kidnapped him as he and his wife slept. They were able to accomplish this due to the widespread blackout caused by the storms wreaking havoc all over the city. All of the strange phenomena encountered by the agents were caused by Beldon and company, aided by the storm interference of the evening.
Beldon and his cronies, together with Streigau made a nearly unbeatably evil team. What they had forgotten, was that, for all their evil ambition, Napoleon and Illya, along with the rest of U.N.C.L.E., were a nearly unbeatable team themselves, and were determined to destroy evil at all costs, as always. Especially when that evil was threatening those they cared about.
After the ghost of Harry Beldon had made his chilling announcement at the séance, both Napoleon and Illya, their blood running cold, had sprung into action. Forgotten were the previous events of the evening. Illya’s voice grew dark and dangerous as he addressed Beldon. “What have you done? Where is he?”
“I?” he cackled, taunting them. “I have done nothing to him. How could I? I have been busy entertaining you here!” He broke into a fit of maniacal laughter, which, if he were not already dead, would surely have choked him.
Finally, Beldon settled down enough to address the group. He hovered lazily in their midst. “I suppose I must be sporting about this matter. I will give you one clue. ‘You fight not just those of us from beyond. Beware those who wear masks. One person can wear many masks all at the same time. But you are much too late to save your beloved leader!” And with an impudent grin, Beldon disappeared. A strong wind seemed to suddenly sweep through the room, swirling around every item and person in the room. It dissipated just as quickly as it appeared. The table was now overturned, the chairs, candles and other items from the séance scattered all about the room.
Napoleon, Illya, George Julie, Wanda, and Misty were left scattered about the room as well, all of them semi-conscious, but apparently unharmed. As they quickly gathered their senses and rose to their feet, a dark and evil foreboding fell over the group, and they all became terribly nervous, as if the air itself were suddenly electrified with a sense of dread. They also discovered they were all now quite unable to move a single inch!
There was one evil shade that had designs upon one particular agent. She cared not that he had no belief in phantasms or in an afterlife. It would make her victory all the more sweet when he discovered he was wrong…that pain and anger, that agony certainly did carry on beyond the grave. And she would guide him there personally in revenge for his role in her death. She cared not one whit for any of the other mortals. He had chased her out on that roadway, actually racing her, and although he had not actually caused her death, he had still humiliated her, and therefore, he had to die. The one who had created the formula was dead, and now she could finally avenge herself.
Wouldn’t they all be surprised that she had manipulated that egotistical fool, Harry Beldon, and the mortal nothing Striegau, into setting up kidnapping the mortal in order to achieve her purpose? They could do anything they liked, as long as she, Nazarone,* could dine upon the blood of the Russian…
Sensing her victory was near, the once stunning, now terrifying blonde mastermind laughed viciously, and prepared to make herself known…
A/N: “The Girls of Nazarone Affair” Season 1
Streigau and her cronies headed to the home of Alexander Waverly and kidnapped him as he and his wife slept. They were able to accomplish this due to the widespread blackout caused by the storms wreaking havoc all over the city. All of the strange phenomena encountered by the agents were caused by Beldon and company, aided by the storm interference of the evening.
Beldon and his cronies, together with Streigau made a nearly unbeatably evil team. What they had forgotten, was that, for all their evil ambition, Napoleon and Illya, along with the rest of U.N.C.L.E., were a nearly unbeatable team themselves, and were determined to destroy evil at all costs, as always. Especially when that evil was threatening those they cared about.
After the ghost of Harry Beldon had made his chilling announcement at the séance, both Napoleon and Illya, their blood running cold, had sprung into action. Forgotten were the previous events of the evening. Illya’s voice grew dark and dangerous as he addressed Beldon. “What have you done? Where is he?”
“I?” he cackled, taunting them. “I have done nothing to him. How could I? I have been busy entertaining you here!” He broke into a fit of maniacal laughter, which, if he were not already dead, would surely have choked him.
Finally, Beldon settled down enough to address the group. He hovered lazily in their midst. “I suppose I must be sporting about this matter. I will give you one clue. ‘You fight not just those of us from beyond. Beware those who wear masks. One person can wear many masks all at the same time. But you are much too late to save your beloved leader!” And with an impudent grin, Beldon disappeared. A strong wind seemed to suddenly sweep through the room, swirling around every item and person in the room. It dissipated just as quickly as it appeared. The table was now overturned, the chairs, candles and other items from the séance scattered all about the room.
Napoleon, Illya, George Julie, Wanda, and Misty were left scattered about the room as well, all of them semi-conscious, but apparently unharmed. As they quickly gathered their senses and rose to their feet, a dark and evil foreboding fell over the group, and they all became terribly nervous, as if the air itself were suddenly electrified with a sense of dread. They also discovered they were all now quite unable to move a single inch!
There was one evil shade that had designs upon one particular agent. She cared not that he had no belief in phantasms or in an afterlife. It would make her victory all the more sweet when he discovered he was wrong…that pain and anger, that agony certainly did carry on beyond the grave. And she would guide him there personally in revenge for his role in her death. She cared not one whit for any of the other mortals. He had chased her out on that roadway, actually racing her, and although he had not actually caused her death, he had still humiliated her, and therefore, he had to die. The one who had created the formula was dead, and now she could finally avenge herself.
Wouldn’t they all be surprised that she had manipulated that egotistical fool, Harry Beldon, and the mortal nothing Striegau, into setting up kidnapping the mortal in order to achieve her purpose? They could do anything they liked, as long as she, Nazarone,* could dine upon the blood of the Russian…
Sensing her victory was near, the once stunning, now terrifying blonde mastermind laughed viciously, and prepared to make herself known…
A/N: “The Girls of Nazarone Affair” Season 1
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