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section7mfu2017-02-06 10:57 pm
Fast Acting Death - Short Affair
Prompts: floor, gold
Word count: 767
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"He's on the floor, don't let him…"
"Ouch! Chyort!"
"Illya? Illya, did he bite you?" Napoleon leapt across a small ottoman towards his partner, his eyes vigilant to spot the creature they were after. Illya was holding his hand to his chest as the poison worked its way through his system in record time. The serpent was a hybridized menace from the THRUSH labs, and the job had been to capture it and bring it home.
"Don't move, don't do anything to accelerate the poison's action in your system." The blond was pale with beads of sweat across the broad forehead. This was too fast, too deadly… Napoleon needed to get Illya to a hospital, but first he needed that snake.
"Napoleon, do not stop … find it. We cannot … " Illya was having trouble breathing as the venom coursed through his system. It would paralyze his lungs first, leading to heart failure. Certain death was the goal, and for a weapon it served the purpose in a way only the Hierarchy could have imagined
"Don't talk, just let me find that damn antidote." Napoleon was trying to keep from a sheer panic, but Illya was struggling now, the deadly venom was drawing him closer to the crisis point for which it was designed.
The search took on a type of frenzy as Napoleon opened cabinet doors, then slammed them shut when they didn't produce what he so desperately needed to find. Illya took deep breaths when he could, keeping his gun ready as he tried to watch for the snake that was still a danger to him and to Napoleon.
"Found it! Illya, I've got it, hold on for … "
BANG!
"Illya?' Napoleon suspected the snake was dead, but how his partner had managed to shoot it in his condition was nearly unbelievable.
"Dead. The snake is dead, now… please … the antidote … before … I … join him." It took every bit of air to say that, and as Napoleon injected the antidote into Illya's arm he slumped forward and passed out. Napoleon caught him and lowered him into a sitting position on the floor, then called into Headquarters to get a medical team on the site.
The snake was in two pieces, something that both amazed and repelled the American. It oozed a gold colored liquid, and Napoleon wondered if that was because of what had been done to alter its chemistry.
Three hours later both men were sitting in Alexander Waverly's office. The antidote was like a small miracle, completely eradicating all signs of the poison and its effect on the victim. The only residual problem was a headache that Illya assured the doctors would be taken care of with a couple of aspirin. Napoleon knew it would take more than aspirin but he didn't try to keep his partner in Medical. Better a Russian with a headache than a mad Russian with a headache and a medical staff to terrorize. Not that Illya would ever admit to being less than polite to the nurses. Still, it was reassuring to be sitting next to him and listening to Mr. Waverly chastise them for having been lax concerning the snake.
"We have the snake and the antidote, so on that count… well done gentlemen. In future, please try to avoid being bitten by deadly reptiles Mr. Kuryakin." Illya nodded obligingly.
"I assure you that is my intention, sir."
"Very well, good night and … yes, good night." It almost seemed as though the Old Man wanted to say more, but he let his agents leave without another word.
Napoleon and Illya each nodded their heads, rose from their seats and headed for the doors and, with any luck, home. Illya was ready for a hot shower and some sleep. Antidote notwithstanding, his head still hurt and the painkiller he was given had kicked in, making him a little drowsy.
Napoleon noted the weariness in his friend. "Say, let me drive you home. In fact, after all of this, stay at my place. That way I can keep an eye on you."
Normally Illya might resist the offer, but he was more than willing to cooperate tonight. Whether it was the drugs or the antidote or the snake bite, he just wanted to get into a bed and sleep for a day or two. In truth, that was what Waverly had been thinking as he watched his men walk away.
Life and death hung in the balance all too often. He would let Mr. Solo know to keep Mr. Kuryakin home tomorrow. Saving the world could wait another day, just this once.
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And I must quote Better a Russian with a headache than a mad Russian with a headache and a medical staff to terrorize..
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