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section7mfuThe apartment building loomed above the two agents as they checked the address for Shirley Norene one more time.
“Sounds Swedish.”
Napoleon smirked a little…
“Sounds like your type. Who is this guy I wonder?”
Entering the lobby and ascertaining the direction they needed was up, the two hit the elevator button and waited for the door to open. A distinguished looking man in a uniform hailed them before they could enter the car.
“Excuse me gentlemen, but you haven’t been here before. May I help you?’
He stopped short when Illya turned around.
“Oh, sorry sir. I’ll call Miss Norene and let her know you have returned.”
With that he returned to his desk and dialed the number for the woman in question. It was easier than making up a story in the hallway; at least Illya supposed it would be.
“She’s expecting you Mr. Mallard. Let me know if I can be of any further assistance.”
Raised eyebrows all around. As the elevator headed up to the ninth floor, Napoleon couldn’t help but wonder how Shirley would react when she saw Illya up close. Would he actually fool her? This was the most interesting affair they’d encountered in quite some time.
When they reached the door of Miss Shirley Norene, Napoleon stepped aside so that Illya could make the first impression. As it happened, the first impression was made on Illya, for Shirley threw open the door and, without much hesitation, wrapped her arms around Illya’s neck and attached her lips to his for what seemed a very long time. At least it was a long wait for Napoleon who stood and watched as his partner yielded to the young lady’s desire admirably; all in the line of duty, of course.
Finally, and with what seemed a little reluctance, Illya pulled away from Shirley so that he could speak. When he did she drew back her hand and slapped him. Hard, right across his left cheek.
“Ow. What was that for?”
“That, Mr. Smarty Scotch Pants, is for leaving out of here and not even asking for a second date. I practically had to force my phone…’
Her speech started to slow as she examined Illya a little more closely.
“You … There’s something different about you Ducky… Smile for me!”
Illya stepped back, his instincts telling him that she had spotted something about him that was giving him away.
“Smile. Pretty please…”
Illya smiled. Not knowing what it was she had seen or thought was there, he wasn’t sure if he should remain guarded or simply… smile.
“Where’s the gap between your teeth? Last night you had a sweet little gap between your two front teeth and now… ‘
Closer she came to him, and then her eyes got big and she backed up a little. She slapped Illya again.
“Ow. Would you please quit doing that.”
“You’re not Ducky. Who are you?”
Now it was Napoleon’s turn to step into the fray.
“Miss Shirley Norene? Uh, my name is Napoleon Solo, and this is my associate Illya Kuryakin…’
Shirley gasped, all the while staring wild eyed at the Russian.
“Oh my god, are you a spy? Where’s Ducky? What have you done with him? Why do you look like him? Oh my god!”
Illya took Shirley by the shoulders and started moving them all inside her apartment. Much more of this and the neighbors would be involved.
“Please, just listen to us. This Mallard fellow… Ducky?”
Shirley nodded, still not able to take her eyes off of the man who looked like her bedmate from the night before.
“Donald. Donald Mallard, from Scotland. Well, not recently, but he’s Scottish, and he’s here with some of his friends exploring New York and …’
A smile crept across her face. And me, she wanted to add, but resisted.
“When he left this morning he said he was going to go to the Museum, by himself. I gave him my number, so when you showed up…”
“Yes, you thought he had returned. I apologize.”
Napoleon was fascinated by this whole episode. Imagine, two men who look like Illya and seemingly have the same effect on women.
“Miss Norene, we are trying to find Mr. Mallard … Ducky. He has run into some rather disreputable people, and we were hoping you might help us locate him.”
Now that they were confronting this individual, there was really nothing she could do to help. THRUSH wasn’t using her, that was obvious. The danger had come after leaving here, which meant they still didn’t know where this Mallard fellow was, or where he was likely to be taken.
“You sure do look like Ducky. Are you related to him? I mean, you could be his twin. Heck, you could be him, except for the front teeth.”
For a brief moment the thought occurred to her that he might be like Ducky in other ways as well…
Napoleon extended his hand, holding the gold UNCLE card with the phone number that would reach headquarters.
“Miss Norene, here is our card. If you should hear from Mr. Mallard, please have him contact us, or you give us a call. It’s very important. And again, we’re sorry for disturbing you.”
Shirley absolutely purred. First Ducky, and now these two. The possibilities were endless as she closed the door and sighed.
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