Cross My Heart - Short Affair

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Prompts: orange, hope
Word count: 775
This story is based on a drabble, Cross My Heart
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Albert Decker had seen a lot in his years as a Section III agent for UNCLE, but this was the first time he'd seen a nun in the reception area of Headquarters.  She seemed to be a little awed by the room, and when he watched her reaction to the sliding pneumatic doors it made him smile for the sense of wonder she conveyed.

"Miss, um… Sister…"  The young woman smiled now, an obvious awkwardness overtaking the man who was escorting her from the reception room.

"Sister Emanuella." The receptionist subdued a giggle while agent Decker colored slightly from embarrassment.

"Oh, well then… Sister Emanuella, if you will please come with me then."  She nodded, her modest attire somehow at ease with the somber grey walls.  They both held secrets and honorable intentions deep within.

The nun had come to see Alexander Waverly; she was on a mission of sorts, sent by her superiors from the small town in Upstate New York where she was stationed alongside twelve other nuns at the small convent.  Sister Emanuella, formerly Cissy DiMarco, was in New York City on a mission here; the convent was being threatened by people who wanted to use their lovely convent for something bad.

As Sister Emanuella was shown into Waverly's office, she was stunned to see a familiar face.

"Ah, Sister, um…"

"Emanuella, I am Sister Emauella sir." She looked straight ahead at the older man, unsure of how to settle her nerves and emotions with Napoleon Solo staring through her.  He looked a little surprised himself.

"Yes, yes… well, um… ahh Mr. Solo, I believe you and the sister are acquainted?" It wasn't really a question, the Old Man obviously knew of their respective backgrounds.

"Yes, and I must say it is a pleasant surprise to see you again so soon… Sister. Emanuella." There, he got it out, but somehow he figured this awkwardness was only the beginning.

Illya was silently conjecturing about the situation.  Obviously this was the woman, the nun, about whom Napoleon had spoken the day before.  The greater puzzle in this was why she was here.

"Miss, um… Sister Emanuella, please review for us why you have come here to seek our help.' Waverly gestured to his two agents. "Gentlemen, you have each a copy of the file on her mission here.  I want her to explain it to us in her words.  Perhaps it will help you both to grasp the true nature of this, um… dilemma."

Three pair of eyes turned to the young woman in black, causing her cheeks to color slightly as the orange glow of a setting sun cast a light across her.  Napoleon thought she was beautiful, Illya assumed she was uncomfortable.

"Perhaps you can tell us who is threatening your convent?"  The Russian's voice was smooth and soothing to her ears.  He realized that the connection between his partner and this nun might make for some complications on the mission ahead of them.

Sister Emanuella cleared her throat, emboldened by Illya's gentle prodding.

"Thank you, yes… I am here because the people attempting to invade our convent appear to be criminals.  We have been threatened, vague and cleverly disguised threats but threats nonetheless.' She swallowed hard, the memories of confrontations that had left some of the women in fear for their lives emboldened her plea for help.

"These men are looking for a treasure of some sort.  At least that is what we can surmise from things they have said and from the history of the convent.  It was originally a house belonging to a wealthy British loyalist.  It is rumored that he left a large fortune hidden somewhere on the grounds, apparently fearful of it landing in the hands of the Continental Army.  According to the legends surrounding the house, the treasure, for lack of a better word, was never found.  The owner of the house, Edward Blankenship, eventually fled to Canada where he lived out his life.  He remained loyal to the British monarchy."

The three men listened to her narrative, Illya made notes and Napoleon wondered how Cissy had made it into a convent.

"Gentlemen, you have your mission and the care of the sisters of the convent.  Please mind your manners."   He smiled at that, for Waverly knew the men he was sending and the character they each possessed.

Cissy, Sister Emaneulla, was beginning to have real hope for a good outcome.  She knew her archbishop trusted UNCLE, and she knew she could trust Napoleon.  Above all, she trusted God and with him on their side they were bound to overcome the evil that threatened the convent.

To Be Continued...

Comments

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you continued this. I quite like Sister Emanuella already, and I'm looking forward to the next part. A loyalist treasure...intriguing!

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I am also looking forward to how this will develop.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Holy Cow...excellent beginning. You have my complete attention and anticipation for this one!

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Nothing like a WIP to get the writing bug working.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Yay!

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Original, in a good sense, and well written, too. And I wouldn't think I'm the only one who likes a touch of history in the fic.

Hope there are many chapters to come.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I was pleased with that bit of Revolutionary War intrigue as well. One chapter at a time unless the story just comes at me in a rush. That would be nice ;)

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

A gripping start. I'm looking forward to the continuation of this story.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you much :D I think Sister Emanuella is in for an adventure.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

can't wait to see where is it is going.