Boomer Rang - PicFic Tuesday
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section7mfuOnce again, it's time for an installment of Fall Down, Go Boom. This is part 5, but it started here.
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"Is this what you had in mind, lover?"
The precocious blonde sat down on Illya's lap with a flourish, her legs crossed in a manner that allowed him to see a shapely thigh. That lovely leg was competing for attention with the arm she had wrapped around his neck as he was pulled closer to the cleavage she so generously shared.
The mask, however, was the focus of the Russian's attention. It was, really.
"Betty, the mask you are wearing is perfect. I assure you that the gentleman about which we spoke will be more than generous when he sees how carefully you have followed his instructions. There you go, then..."
Illya winced slightly as the enthusiastic Betty hopped up from his lap, the residue of her presence not quite ready to retire. The path she wove towards Mac Neally had a precocious bounce to it, and his response indicated success of the UNCLE agent's plan.
Illya pulled out his communicator and spoke to his partner in a hushed tone.
"Napoleon, can you see them? Our lovely Betty seems already to have enchanted the big bird."
Laughter on the other end elicited a smile from the recovering Russian.
"Yes, I see them. He will no doubt want to keep the mask, and we will have our transmitter successfully located within the highly vaunted secure penthouse that Neally occupies. Well done, Illya."
The blond smiled at that. It was good to have a plan work so well.
"I believe we can take our leave now. Meet me out front?"
Napoleon nodded, never taking his eyes off of the departing couple as they headed for the THRUSH official's apartment.
"Nightcap? I'd say we earned one."
Both agents closed their communicators and headed for the front of the club. The information given to them by Jake Spencer had led them here, mostly due to the contents of Carla's diary. Henry Jones had not been working completely alone after all. Not only had Carla been involved, but this new character, Mac Neally, was somehow a part of the crazy scheme to blow up cities all over the world.
At least Jake was getting a break; even if he had killed Carla, the fact that she was a known criminal within the THRUSH organization was going to make things a little easier on the Korean vet. Napoleon had done what he could, and even Jake had to admit it was more than he deserved.
When Solo and Kuryakin had exited the Green Cat Club and were hailing a taxi, they failed to notice a window opening up in the penthouse apartment twelve stories above them.
part 6
~~~~~:
"Is this what you had in mind, lover?"
The precocious blonde sat down on Illya's lap with a flourish, her legs crossed in a manner that allowed him to see a shapely thigh. That lovely leg was competing for attention with the arm she had wrapped around his neck as he was pulled closer to the cleavage she so generously shared.
The mask, however, was the focus of the Russian's attention. It was, really.
"Betty, the mask you are wearing is perfect. I assure you that the gentleman about which we spoke will be more than generous when he sees how carefully you have followed his instructions. There you go, then..."
Illya winced slightly as the enthusiastic Betty hopped up from his lap, the residue of her presence not quite ready to retire. The path she wove towards Mac Neally had a precocious bounce to it, and his response indicated success of the UNCLE agent's plan.
Illya pulled out his communicator and spoke to his partner in a hushed tone.
"Napoleon, can you see them? Our lovely Betty seems already to have enchanted the big bird."
Laughter on the other end elicited a smile from the recovering Russian.
"Yes, I see them. He will no doubt want to keep the mask, and we will have our transmitter successfully located within the highly vaunted secure penthouse that Neally occupies. Well done, Illya."
The blond smiled at that. It was good to have a plan work so well.
"I believe we can take our leave now. Meet me out front?"
Napoleon nodded, never taking his eyes off of the departing couple as they headed for the THRUSH official's apartment.
"Nightcap? I'd say we earned one."
Both agents closed their communicators and headed for the front of the club. The information given to them by Jake Spencer had led them here, mostly due to the contents of Carla's diary. Henry Jones had not been working completely alone after all. Not only had Carla been involved, but this new character, Mac Neally, was somehow a part of the crazy scheme to blow up cities all over the world.
At least Jake was getting a break; even if he had killed Carla, the fact that she was a known criminal within the THRUSH organization was going to make things a little easier on the Korean vet. Napoleon had done what he could, and even Jake had to admit it was more than he deserved.
When Solo and Kuryakin had exited the Green Cat Club and were hailing a taxi, they failed to notice a window opening up in the penthouse apartment twelve stories above them.
part 6
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Date: 2012-10-17 04:29 pm (UTC)I thought Illya would like that, at least. :D
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