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'Twas the U.N.C.L.E. Round Robin Chapter 9
I hope this sounds okay. I'm not entirely satisfied with it, but I'm also not sure how I could write it differently. I've been playing in other pastures for the most part lately, so I'm a little worried my Napoleon may sound rusty....
By Lucky_Ladybug
Part of Napoleon was relieved when Illya finally passed out. He was free of the pain for now, and that was good, especially considering what Napoleon had to do next. It was true that he needed to hurry and dismantle THRUSH's plans, but he didn't want to leave without first putting Illya's shoulders back into place. The longer they were dislocated, the worse it would be for him later.
Illya flinched when Napoleon pushed the first arm back into its socket, but he didn't regain consciousness. When Napoleon did the same to the other arm, there was no movement. Illya had sunk deeper into oblivion.
Napoleon sighed and leaned back, surveying his wounded partner. This never got easier. If anything, each time it happened was more agonizing than the prior times. As an agent faced with death every day, Napoleon couldn't help wondering which time would be the last. Of course, being Napoleon, he didn't tend to dwell on that discouraging thought for very long.
When the door opened and admitted a THRUSH guard bearing a rifle, he tensed. What now?
The door shut behind the guard and he came closer. His beret was pulled forward, shading his eyes. "Well, what have we here?" He kept the rifle pointed at Napoleon as he advanced.
Napoleon held his ground. "What are you planning to do with us?" His eyes narrowed as he added darkly, "You've already done enough to him."
"I didn't do that." The guard lowered the rifle when he drew closer.
Napoleon gave a slight nod, his only real indication of surprise that he recognized the guard from past encounters. "Mr. Ecks.* Your new job is treating you well, I trust?"
Ecks smirked at him. "I don't work for THRUSH. It's an undercover assignment. We were paid to find out what THRUSH is up to this time around and stop it. Wye's around as well, but not as a guard. He didn't think he would be believable as one." He set the butt of the rifle on the floor and held onto the barrel. "Trust U.N.C.L.E. to walk into this case and get pounded for their efforts."
"Illya has been badly hurt by these bloodthirsty madmen. I don't intend to let them get away with it." Napoleon got to his feet. "The best way to get back at them would be to stop their insidious missile."
"Which of course you'd be doing anyway," Ecks said. "I'm supposed to stay here and guard the door, but with THRUSH's plan almost ready to go into action, I'd say it's time for a break. Wouldn't you?" He went on without really expecting on an answer to that rhetorical question. "There's a secret passage in this room; you would do well to take it."
"And where is this secret passage?" Napoleon asked warily.
"Over by that wall. You press on the loose stone right there and a panel swings open."
Napoleon went over and examined the space. But instead of opening it, he asked, "How do I know that this isn't some kind of a trick courtesy of THRUSH?"
"I guess you'll just have to trust me," Ecks smirked. "And you should also be aware that this castle is supposedly haunted."
"Lovely." Napoleon finally took a chance and pressed on the loose stone. The panel creaked open. Napoleon stood and looked at it, but didn't move to go inside. "Does THRUSH know about this?"
"I found it first and I didn't tell them," Ecks said. "If they know, it isn't because of me. It leads to the center courtyard where the missile silo has been built. We tried to find out how and when the missile is being brought, but we were unable to. It's unlikely we can intercept it before they get it to the silo."
"So all I have to do is to damage the silo," Napoleon intoned. "And then damage the missile when it arrives, just in case they try to fire it even with the silo damaged."
"Something like that," Ecks agreed.
"And in the meantime, you'll be doing what?" Napoleon asked.
"Trying to knock off the guards in the courtyard before they can knock you off," Ecks replied with a cheeky smirk.
"Ah. Yes." Napoleon frowned, looking back to Illya. "I can't leave Illya in the middle of the floor. If Lady Olivia comes back and finds him, she'll have him tortured again."
"Then bring him and keep him in the passage while we do what we must outside," Ecks said.
Napoleon didn't really like that idea either. But it was either that or leave him here, and he definitely didn't want to do that. So he went back into the room and carefully lifted the limp and torn body into his arms.
Ecks waited for him at the entrance to the passageway. Rather than taking dark amusement in his once-attacker's misery, his eyes flickered with something unreadable. When Napoleon stepped inside with Illya, Ecks let the door creak shut behind them and turned on a flashlight.
Illya started to mumble as they traveled through the musty and cold tunnel, prompting Napoleon to look down at him in concern. He did not fully awaken, however, and Napoleon gently set him down and covered him with his jacket when they arrived at the exit that opened onto the courtyard.
"Oh, there's one little thing that would be helpful," Napoleon said as he straightened. "Illya and I were relieved of all our weapons. If you happen to have an extra . . ."
Ecks reached and took a handgun out of a holster around his waist. "You'll have to figure out on your own how to damage the silo," he said.
"I'm sure I can make do," said Napoleon.
Ecks pushed the panel open enough to study what was going on. Then he slipped out, going in one direction to silently sneak up on and subdue the guards.
Napoleon gripped the gun tightly. Stay safe, Illya, he said silently before going outside as well and taking the opposite direction. The silo loomed before him in all its menacing tyranny.
*Mr. Ecks is from The Odd Man Affair.
Part of Napoleon was relieved when Illya finally passed out. He was free of the pain for now, and that was good, especially considering what Napoleon had to do next. It was true that he needed to hurry and dismantle THRUSH's plans, but he didn't want to leave without first putting Illya's shoulders back into place. The longer they were dislocated, the worse it would be for him later.
Illya flinched when Napoleon pushed the first arm back into its socket, but he didn't regain consciousness. When Napoleon did the same to the other arm, there was no movement. Illya had sunk deeper into oblivion.
Napoleon sighed and leaned back, surveying his wounded partner. This never got easier. If anything, each time it happened was more agonizing than the prior times. As an agent faced with death every day, Napoleon couldn't help wondering which time would be the last. Of course, being Napoleon, he didn't tend to dwell on that discouraging thought for very long.
When the door opened and admitted a THRUSH guard bearing a rifle, he tensed. What now?
The door shut behind the guard and he came closer. His beret was pulled forward, shading his eyes. "Well, what have we here?" He kept the rifle pointed at Napoleon as he advanced.
Napoleon held his ground. "What are you planning to do with us?" His eyes narrowed as he added darkly, "You've already done enough to him."
"I didn't do that." The guard lowered the rifle when he drew closer.
Napoleon gave a slight nod, his only real indication of surprise that he recognized the guard from past encounters. "Mr. Ecks.* Your new job is treating you well, I trust?"
Ecks smirked at him. "I don't work for THRUSH. It's an undercover assignment. We were paid to find out what THRUSH is up to this time around and stop it. Wye's around as well, but not as a guard. He didn't think he would be believable as one." He set the butt of the rifle on the floor and held onto the barrel. "Trust U.N.C.L.E. to walk into this case and get pounded for their efforts."
"Illya has been badly hurt by these bloodthirsty madmen. I don't intend to let them get away with it." Napoleon got to his feet. "The best way to get back at them would be to stop their insidious missile."
"Which of course you'd be doing anyway," Ecks said. "I'm supposed to stay here and guard the door, but with THRUSH's plan almost ready to go into action, I'd say it's time for a break. Wouldn't you?" He went on without really expecting on an answer to that rhetorical question. "There's a secret passage in this room; you would do well to take it."
"And where is this secret passage?" Napoleon asked warily.
"Over by that wall. You press on the loose stone right there and a panel swings open."
Napoleon went over and examined the space. But instead of opening it, he asked, "How do I know that this isn't some kind of a trick courtesy of THRUSH?"
"I guess you'll just have to trust me," Ecks smirked. "And you should also be aware that this castle is supposedly haunted."
"Lovely." Napoleon finally took a chance and pressed on the loose stone. The panel creaked open. Napoleon stood and looked at it, but didn't move to go inside. "Does THRUSH know about this?"
"I found it first and I didn't tell them," Ecks said. "If they know, it isn't because of me. It leads to the center courtyard where the missile silo has been built. We tried to find out how and when the missile is being brought, but we were unable to. It's unlikely we can intercept it before they get it to the silo."
"So all I have to do is to damage the silo," Napoleon intoned. "And then damage the missile when it arrives, just in case they try to fire it even with the silo damaged."
"Something like that," Ecks agreed.
"And in the meantime, you'll be doing what?" Napoleon asked.
"Trying to knock off the guards in the courtyard before they can knock you off," Ecks replied with a cheeky smirk.
"Ah. Yes." Napoleon frowned, looking back to Illya. "I can't leave Illya in the middle of the floor. If Lady Olivia comes back and finds him, she'll have him tortured again."
"Then bring him and keep him in the passage while we do what we must outside," Ecks said.
Napoleon didn't really like that idea either. But it was either that or leave him here, and he definitely didn't want to do that. So he went back into the room and carefully lifted the limp and torn body into his arms.
Ecks waited for him at the entrance to the passageway. Rather than taking dark amusement in his once-attacker's misery, his eyes flickered with something unreadable. When Napoleon stepped inside with Illya, Ecks let the door creak shut behind them and turned on a flashlight.
Illya started to mumble as they traveled through the musty and cold tunnel, prompting Napoleon to look down at him in concern. He did not fully awaken, however, and Napoleon gently set him down and covered him with his jacket when they arrived at the exit that opened onto the courtyard.
"Oh, there's one little thing that would be helpful," Napoleon said as he straightened. "Illya and I were relieved of all our weapons. If you happen to have an extra . . ."
Ecks reached and took a handgun out of a holster around his waist. "You'll have to figure out on your own how to damage the silo," he said.
"I'm sure I can make do," said Napoleon.
Ecks pushed the panel open enough to study what was going on. Then he slipped out, going in one direction to silently sneak up on and subdue the guards.
Napoleon gripped the gun tightly. Stay safe, Illya, he said silently before going outside as well and taking the opposite direction. The silo loomed before him in all its menacing tyranny.
*Mr. Ecks is from The Odd Man Affair.
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