The BOO from UNCLE - Chapter 13
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section7mfuA grim resolution had set in among the agents. Mr. Waverly was in the hands of the enemy, one as yet unknown to them as they headed away into the darkness of a night made more eerie even than what they had encountered within headquarters. The blackout was going to be the talk of the nation as experts looked for the source, something only the U.N.C.L.E. could explain, but never would.
After the initial reaction to being in the dark, a chain of command had been restored as Napoleon began to bark out orders to agents and support personnel. This night would not end as it had begun, Napoleon would not let it happen; not on his watch. As he directed people to their tasks, Illya was assembling weapons and explosives. Mark and April were each handed a duffle bag filled with enough fire power to take out another coastline.
"Illya, we don't even know where we're going yet, do you think…?" April didn't get to finish her sentence.
"Exactly Miss Dancer. We do not know. We do not have a location fixed, nor do we know how many of the enemy we will encounter.' Illya was hurting, both physically and professionally. This nightmarish encounter had cost all of them something, and still Mr. Waverly's life hung in the balance. Even so, April was on his side.
"I am very sorry for that, please …" April touched his lips with a fingertip.
"No apologies necessary, Mr. Kuryakin." The smile brought him back to a present reality where everyone had survived and they would succeed on their mission.
The moment passed quickly when Napoleon reappeared, his hair askew from the night's activities and his mood still on point as CEA. Time was getting by them and the plan was not yet solid. And he had questions for his partner.
"A Flux Capacitor? What the heck was that thing?' Napoleon was willing to believe that his partner could black out the entire Northeastern coastline of the United States, but what he couldn't swallow was some looney tune contraption that sounded like something from a Warner Bros. cartoon.
"It was something retrieved out of a science journal, of sorts, and it did the job. That really is all you need to understand.
"I just can't fathom how you managed to cause a complete blackout ... it's never simple with you." Letting off steam at the expense of one's partner was a reasonable exercise. At least Illya hadn't called anyone a blockhead yet.
"Look you two, just let's settle on the fact that Illya has caused something that will be headlines tomorrow, and get on with finding our boss. Mr. Waverly is waiting for us." April had the temerity to be level headed among her male counterparts.
"Hmmm... You're absolutely right April.' Napoleon had others to consider, confidences to build, or rebuild. "We have the area confined to less than a square mile, and sitting precisely in the center of that is, oddly enough, an abandoned castle."
They visualized the potential for madness beyond what they had already experienced. Leave it to THRUSH, or one of its architects, to do business in a used castle; it was probably complete with a dungeon and all sorts of devious machinations.
"Look, just… well, let's not think the worst just yet. Mr. Waverly is a capable agent in his own right. He didn't get to where he is by being an easy target. My money is on him to be at the top of his game, no matter who's holding the key to the castle."
Napoleon spoke with a confidence he didn't truly feel, but that was his job; optimism was how he got the job done.
"I think we should take the helicopter, try to get to the location as quickly as possible." Illya was the most capable pilot, but in the dark without any points of reference visible, it seemed risky.
"It's so dark… Sorry, but… Can you tell where you're going without any landmarks or lights visible?" April wasn't a pilot, but the others were. If they thought it could be done then, she would have to go along, literally, for the ride.
"Traffic is bound to be snarled up, we'd never get there in time… well, it would take longer than we want it to. We can send teams by car to our location. Mark, put those together for me.' He turned to his friend with the final question. "Illya?" Napoleon knew the hazards, but Kuryakin was a capable pilot, and between the four of them the navigation would be both visual and with instruments.
"I'll get the chopper warmed up." With that he sprinted away, heading up the stairs to the roof. The others would be right behind him as they began the journey to find Alexander Waverly.
Alexander Waverly was having a cup of tea with Dr. Egret. Not even her hard heart was capable of denying the old man some bit of comfort on the dawn of his last day on earth. She had decided to use her own charms in an effort to gain some information; something her henchmen had not succeeded in doing.
Alexander was seated on his cot, a delicate cup of bone china held in his hand. The tea was very good, a pleasant surprise from an altogether unpleasant woman. Her various disguises had been of glamorous, beautiful women; he was chagrined somewhat to find this current look slightly less attractive, as though he did not merit her best effort.
Still, the tea was good and the conversation informative as he prodded her concerning the Hierarchy's plans for world domination. One thing was certain, a THRUSH would always sing its own praises.
"So, it would appear to the casual observer, my dear, that your people are somewhat stunted when it comes to this little plan of yours. Certainly you don't expect world leaders to simply roll over, as it were, and play dead. I'd say you have a fight on your hands." He smiled sweetly, the affect of a dottery old man to his advantage in the current situation. Dr. Egret was, like most THRUSH, narcissistic and short sighted in spite of their big plans. None of them could see past individual accomplishment and the commensurate rewards.
Egret looked at the man in her dungeon and tisked at his naive outlook. These types never learned, it would always be the strong and violent who would rule the world.
"Dear Mr. Waverly, you think us fools for attempting to shape the world to our own design? The entire history of man is fraught with such, and we are merely the latest, and perhaps the greatest of those who would dare to do what others only dream of. My colleagues and I intend to rule all of mankind, for we are superior to you… to all of you."
The woman's demeanor took on something akin to wistful, her eyes misted over and the bottom lip quivered slightly. It was a truly emotional tribute to … herself. She was beside herself really, so full of admiration and self love. Waverly was astonished to witness it, and almost missed his opportunity to seize the moment when the woman lost sight of him as she waxed poetic about the Hierarchy and its lofty, albeit criminally insane, ideals.
While Egret looked inward at her future glory, Waverly tossed the contents of his cup into her face. She gasped for air, shocked into a stupor that allowed Alexander to land a perfect right hook that knocked her out cold.
"Kidnap me in the middle of the night, in my pajamas… humph.' Not that he was prone to embarrassment, but the indignity of it was a nuisance.
"Help, help!" He began to cry out, anticipating a guard's entrance, which was exactly what happened. Waverly let him see Egret before knocking the man out with the teapot, a heavy bit of pottery he thought well suited for the job.
It was possible someone else might come around, but he'd had the impression that the support here was limited. Egret's presence indicated that she was operating this without back up from Central, perhaps in an effort to gain attention and power as a result of this gambit.
Waverly lifted up the meager mattress on his cot to find it supported by rope that was tied and strung on the frame. He quickly untied and removed the rope, using it to bind the hands and feet of Egret and the guard. He worked quickly, defying both his age and the lack of sleep. As he worked, the head of UNCLE Northwest wondered where his agents were.
He might just have to rescue himself.
After the initial reaction to being in the dark, a chain of command had been restored as Napoleon began to bark out orders to agents and support personnel. This night would not end as it had begun, Napoleon would not let it happen; not on his watch. As he directed people to their tasks, Illya was assembling weapons and explosives. Mark and April were each handed a duffle bag filled with enough fire power to take out another coastline.
"Illya, we don't even know where we're going yet, do you think…?" April didn't get to finish her sentence.
"Exactly Miss Dancer. We do not know. We do not have a location fixed, nor do we know how many of the enemy we will encounter.' Illya was hurting, both physically and professionally. This nightmarish encounter had cost all of them something, and still Mr. Waverly's life hung in the balance. Even so, April was on his side.
"I am very sorry for that, please …" April touched his lips with a fingertip.
"No apologies necessary, Mr. Kuryakin." The smile brought him back to a present reality where everyone had survived and they would succeed on their mission.
The moment passed quickly when Napoleon reappeared, his hair askew from the night's activities and his mood still on point as CEA. Time was getting by them and the plan was not yet solid. And he had questions for his partner.
"A Flux Capacitor? What the heck was that thing?' Napoleon was willing to believe that his partner could black out the entire Northeastern coastline of the United States, but what he couldn't swallow was some looney tune contraption that sounded like something from a Warner Bros. cartoon.
"It was something retrieved out of a science journal, of sorts, and it did the job. That really is all you need to understand.
"I just can't fathom how you managed to cause a complete blackout ... it's never simple with you." Letting off steam at the expense of one's partner was a reasonable exercise. At least Illya hadn't called anyone a blockhead yet.
"Look you two, just let's settle on the fact that Illya has caused something that will be headlines tomorrow, and get on with finding our boss. Mr. Waverly is waiting for us." April had the temerity to be level headed among her male counterparts.
"Hmmm... You're absolutely right April.' Napoleon had others to consider, confidences to build, or rebuild. "We have the area confined to less than a square mile, and sitting precisely in the center of that is, oddly enough, an abandoned castle."
They visualized the potential for madness beyond what they had already experienced. Leave it to THRUSH, or one of its architects, to do business in a used castle; it was probably complete with a dungeon and all sorts of devious machinations.
"Look, just… well, let's not think the worst just yet. Mr. Waverly is a capable agent in his own right. He didn't get to where he is by being an easy target. My money is on him to be at the top of his game, no matter who's holding the key to the castle."
Napoleon spoke with a confidence he didn't truly feel, but that was his job; optimism was how he got the job done.
"I think we should take the helicopter, try to get to the location as quickly as possible." Illya was the most capable pilot, but in the dark without any points of reference visible, it seemed risky.
"It's so dark… Sorry, but… Can you tell where you're going without any landmarks or lights visible?" April wasn't a pilot, but the others were. If they thought it could be done then, she would have to go along, literally, for the ride.
"Traffic is bound to be snarled up, we'd never get there in time… well, it would take longer than we want it to. We can send teams by car to our location. Mark, put those together for me.' He turned to his friend with the final question. "Illya?" Napoleon knew the hazards, but Kuryakin was a capable pilot, and between the four of them the navigation would be both visual and with instruments.
"I'll get the chopper warmed up." With that he sprinted away, heading up the stairs to the roof. The others would be right behind him as they began the journey to find Alexander Waverly.
Alexander Waverly was having a cup of tea with Dr. Egret. Not even her hard heart was capable of denying the old man some bit of comfort on the dawn of his last day on earth. She had decided to use her own charms in an effort to gain some information; something her henchmen had not succeeded in doing.
Alexander was seated on his cot, a delicate cup of bone china held in his hand. The tea was very good, a pleasant surprise from an altogether unpleasant woman. Her various disguises had been of glamorous, beautiful women; he was chagrined somewhat to find this current look slightly less attractive, as though he did not merit her best effort.
Still, the tea was good and the conversation informative as he prodded her concerning the Hierarchy's plans for world domination. One thing was certain, a THRUSH would always sing its own praises.
"So, it would appear to the casual observer, my dear, that your people are somewhat stunted when it comes to this little plan of yours. Certainly you don't expect world leaders to simply roll over, as it were, and play dead. I'd say you have a fight on your hands." He smiled sweetly, the affect of a dottery old man to his advantage in the current situation. Dr. Egret was, like most THRUSH, narcissistic and short sighted in spite of their big plans. None of them could see past individual accomplishment and the commensurate rewards.
Egret looked at the man in her dungeon and tisked at his naive outlook. These types never learned, it would always be the strong and violent who would rule the world.
"Dear Mr. Waverly, you think us fools for attempting to shape the world to our own design? The entire history of man is fraught with such, and we are merely the latest, and perhaps the greatest of those who would dare to do what others only dream of. My colleagues and I intend to rule all of mankind, for we are superior to you… to all of you."
The woman's demeanor took on something akin to wistful, her eyes misted over and the bottom lip quivered slightly. It was a truly emotional tribute to … herself. She was beside herself really, so full of admiration and self love. Waverly was astonished to witness it, and almost missed his opportunity to seize the moment when the woman lost sight of him as she waxed poetic about the Hierarchy and its lofty, albeit criminally insane, ideals.
While Egret looked inward at her future glory, Waverly tossed the contents of his cup into her face. She gasped for air, shocked into a stupor that allowed Alexander to land a perfect right hook that knocked her out cold.
"Kidnap me in the middle of the night, in my pajamas… humph.' Not that he was prone to embarrassment, but the indignity of it was a nuisance.
"Help, help!" He began to cry out, anticipating a guard's entrance, which was exactly what happened. Waverly let him see Egret before knocking the man out with the teapot, a heavy bit of pottery he thought well suited for the job.
It was possible someone else might come around, but he'd had the impression that the support here was limited. Egret's presence indicated that she was operating this without back up from Central, perhaps in an effort to gain attention and power as a result of this gambit.
Waverly lifted up the meager mattress on his cot to find it supported by rope that was tied and strung on the frame. He quickly untied and removed the rope, using it to bind the hands and feet of Egret and the guard. He worked quickly, defying both his age and the lack of sleep. As he worked, the head of UNCLE Northwest wondered where his agents were.
He might just have to rescue himself.
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Gp Mr W!
Date: 2016-10-24 03:39 pm (UTC)"he was chagrined somewhat to find this current look slightly less attractive, as though he did not merit her best effort."
"Waverly let him see Egret before knocking the man out with the teapot, a heavy bit of pottery he thought well suited for the job."
Never piss off the old man!
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Date: 2016-10-24 04:42 pm (UTC)This RR was the best, well-rounded one I've had the privilege to write a chapter for. Everyone has done a fantastic job. Tomorrow, the big finish!
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Date: 2016-10-24 09:54 pm (UTC)Also, what a location for a castle. **snerk.** Count Zark is surely involved with that, yes.
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Date: 2016-10-25 01:55 pm (UTC)Waverly and Egret having tea!
Waverly's right hook!
Oh, the cleverness of Alexander Waverly!
And the cleverness of you, too. Nicely written.
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Date: 2016-10-25 11:44 pm (UTC)Thanks, it was a fun round robin.
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Date: 2016-10-25 11:45 pm (UTC)The Old Man is always a threat :)