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section7mfu2017-02-05 11:59 am
"The Eye of Horus Affair" the conclusion by mrua7
Napoleon reached into his pants pocket and drew out the diamond, cradling it in his palm. “Here it is.” He suddenly tossed it to his partner.
Illya reached with his good hand to catch it, scrambling to grasp the stone as it bounced. He finally had it and flashed a sour look to Solo..
“That was not funny. You are not Shlomo Khasanov, and should not be reckless with something so valuable.” Illya handed it back to him. “Here, you keep it in your possession.”
“Hey I thought you wouldn’t have any trouble handling it,” the American grinned.
Illya's reply sounded much like a growl.
Napoleon called for a team to take custody of Willoughby and secure the auction house. Apparently the man had locked the staff in his office and was planning not only to abscond with the diamond, but several priceless paintings as well.
Once things were in order, Solo and Kuryakin returned to headquarters, and while Illya was seen to in Medical, Napoleon gave his verbal report to Mr. Waverly.
The Old Man was pleased with the outcome of this unexpected situation, but questioned the risk Solo took by carrying the priceless diamond into harm’s way.
Napoleon reached into his pocket, taking out diamond and handed to Waverly.
“That’s not actually The Eye of Horus sir. It’s paste, a copy. It was a little secret that Mr. Khasanov arranged with me just to be on the safe side. Apparently he will have no need of Southerly’s as he’s found a private buyer for the stone. I believe it’s the Shah of Iran, and they’ll be handling the security for the delivery of the stone.”
‘Very well then Mr. Solo. I will be expecting your written report in a timely manner please. Now off to Medical with you; I’m sure you wish to check on Mr. Kuryakin.”
“Yes sir. Thank you.”
Napoleon arrived in Illya’s room just as the Russian was putting on a fresh shirt, though moving rather gingerly. The nurse had brought in a sling, and he’d immediately tossed it aside once she left.
Solo helped him put on his suit jacket, though Illya commented that it would need repairing by Del Floria.
“Maybe it’s just time for a new suit.” Napoleon commented.
“What, so it can be ruined while in the field? This one still has plenty of use left in it.”
Napoleon shook his head; what was the point in trying to convince his stubborn partner otherwise?
“So, you told me you were going to let me in on a few secrets from your past tovarisch. No time like the present. We have privacy for the moment before the duty nurse returns. She’s in a crabby mood today; did you throw something at her? Napoleon chuckled.”
“No, but I was not very pleasant to her.”
“She’s only doing her job.”
“I think jabbing a needle in my buttock with extra zeal is above and beyond the call of duty.”
“Well pal, back to the question at hand. A secret or two please? You gave your word.”
“Very well. You may ask one question, though I will decide to answer it or not. If I choose not to do so then you may ask another question. I caution you; I will not answer any queries regarding my work with GRU. That remains classified.” Illya sat back down on the bed, while Solo pulled up the molded plastic chair beside him.
“Okay. I know you were an orphan, but what happened to your family?”
Illya paused, lowering his head. It was an emotional question though he knew he could keep his feelings in check after all these years. He hesitated answering, but perhaps it was time Napoleon knew the truth.
“ I witnessed the murder of nearly every member of my immediate family during the war. With the exception of my grandmother, eldest brother, Uncle Vanya and his daughter Anistasiya. They are all dead, of that I am sure. I could not save any of them”*
“Illya, you were just a boy. I want to...”
“Please Napoleon no pity, no condolences. It is in the past and can not be changed."
“I was going to say, I want to thank you for sharing that with me. I'm sure it wasn't easty. Knowing helps me understand my partner just a little bit better. Maybe it explains why you’re always so willing to sacrifice yourself to save me.”
Napoleon was deeply touched and he found it heart wrenching that Illya witnessed most of his family die. He couldn’t imagine a little child experiencing such a thing. There was no need to say anything further about. It was best just to accept what Illya had shared with him.
“You are my friend Napoleon, but you have also become more so like a brother to me. You are the closest thing to family that I have in this world.”
Napoleon offered his hand to Illya and as Kuryakin accepted it he was pulled into a bear hug.
“Hey, we hug in my family tovarisch. Now come on,”Napoleon deflected the emotional moment.” I think it’s time for lunch. The Commissary is serving lasagna today. I gave Cookie the Solo family recipe so it should be ‘delizioso’ as we say in Italian. Better put on that sling or Nurse Grouchy will be after you.”
“Good idea. I will remove it once we get to the Commissary. Lasagna sounds quite appetizing right now.”
“I figured you’d like that,” Napoleon gestured towards the door as Illya slipped his arm into the sling.
As they walked past the nurse’s station, Nurse Grouchy, whose name was actually Dourly, called out. She was a pretty woman, with strawberry blonde hair and gorgeous green eyes. It was a shame she always seemed to be in a bad mood, and hence her nickname.
“Excuse me Mr. Kuryakin. You need to sign a release form.”
“Since when?” Napoleon asked.
“New policy. We have so many of you agents sneaking out before your treatment is completed; signing the release gives us a record that you’ve left...legitimately. You people taking off while not fully recovered has been causing us nurses problems with the Section head and of course Mr. Waverly.”
Illya curled his lip in displeasure. “More paperwork in the life of an agent.”
He scrawled his signature and carefully laid down the pen.
“Hey, it’s more paperwork for us nurses too you know. It’s not easy for us to be dealing with you agents who think you’re above following procedure when we’re only doing our jobs to help you recover from your injuries. You could be a little nicer to us, you know.”
Illya’s face flushed pink.” You are right, and I apologize for my unacceptable behavior. I will endeavor to be more cooperative in the future.”
“Thank you Mr. Kuryakin. That’s all we ask.”
“Nurse Dourly, please call me Illya?” He actually smiled at her.
She blushed, “And you can call me Anne. See that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“No, it was not. Have pleasant day, and thank you for your excellent care.”
As the two men headed into the elevator, Napoleon clapped his partner on the back.
“You had her eating out of your hand Illya. You should have asked her out. She’s a good looking woman, and I think she actually likes you, though why, I haven’t a clue.”
“No thank you. My being kind to her was enough.”
“Your loss then. Maybe I’ll ask her out.”
“I am surprised you have not done so already.” Illya pressed the button for the floor on which the Commissary was located.
“She was a bit too scary, but now that you’ve soothed the savage Nurse Dourly, I think I have a chance.”
“You are welcome. It is all in a day’s work.” Illya chuckled as the elevator doors closed.
* from my story “Beginnings”
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I'm sure he'll figure out a way to get past the new system, most likely just by ignoring it next time. lol.
Thanks for sticking with the story and glad you liked it and the conclusion.
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