Ignorance Is Bliss - PicFic 2/28
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"If I didn't know better I'd say we're in a THRUSH lab. However...' Illya Kuryakin paused for effect, his eye rolling a secondary expression of his exasperation with the scene he was viewing."I know that we are standing in an UNCLE owned facility and therefore cannot be witnessing something wicked."
Napoleon had to laugh at the long comment from his partner. It was a different sort of sight for them to be witnessing, this strange extraction of blue liquid from what looked like half of a metal helmet.
"You know Illya, sometimes even our side comes up with ridiculous schemes." Illya cut his eyes sideways to look at Napoleon, a smirk cutting through his sour expression.
"Please don't remind me of any of them, this one will do quite sufficiently. Now, what exactly is our mission here among these bottles of blue ..." He didn't know what to call it. He didn't know what it was.
A man dressed in white, wearing a mask and gloves, approached the two agents. As he got nearer he removed the mask in order to speak to the men.
"Hello gentlemen. My name is Vincent Prunty, and I run this lab for the U.N.C.L.E. Mr. Waverly informed me of your visit here, so whatever question you have please, feel free to ask me." Napoleon smiled and extended his hand before he paused, looking instead at the latex glove on Vincent's hand.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Prunty. I suppose a handshake can wait." Prunty smiled, the gloves saved him from a lot of germs and other inconvenient parasites. Or so he hoped.
"And this is my partner, Illya Kuryakin." Prunty's face lit up at the Russian name.
'Oh, Dr. Kuryakin? I read your paper on The Influence of Music on Quantum Theories, where you cite the use of musical terms by the Buddhist and Hindu in relation to Universal Flux. Very interesting stuff, especially for musicians. It made me feel as though I could harness the universe with my instrument." Illya was flattered, and slightly embarrassed when he looked at his friend's expression. This PhD business sometimes made him a bit self-conscious.
"Thank you Mr. Prunty, I do not often meet people who have read my one and only published scientific paper. I acually wrote that while doing my university work, so it certainly lacks maturity in its expression." Illya had a spark of a memory, the work involved and the research. His own musical interests had led him into a deeper examination of the ideas of the universe being either staccato or legato, as expressed by those early theorists.
Napoleon felt the need to get them back to the reason for their visit to this lab.
"Mr. Waverly sent us here to get a verbal report from you on this, um... process. What exactly is it you're doing here?" Mr. Waverly had not filled his agents in on the details, only the need to see it first hand and return with a report on its operation. Vincent Prunty was the man in charge here and would supply all of the needed information.
Now it was Prunty's turn to smile. This lab was the beginning of something great, he was certain of it. Alexander Waverly's faith in him, in his vision, had made it all possible.
"The blue liquid we are extracting from those metal hulls is the result of a chemical reaction."
"To what?" Illya's interest was piqued, he wanted to know more about it.
"A very good question Dr. Kuryakin. We have created what we hope, what we believe to be a universal antidote to almost all toxins and poisons that THRUSH is developing. I won't go into the deeper details of it, but our original formula is, for lack of a better analogy, aged within those metal hulls; it allows the formula to bond chemically to the elements within the metal... ' Prunty paused and took a breath.
"We have a mixture of covalent and ionic species that we will then liquify in order to achieve this." Illya was already thinking ahead to the final outcome, Napoleon was lost.
"The ionic bonds are broken, allowing the charged species to move freely due to the interaction with water, but the covalent bonds continue to hold. The presence of the original toxin merges with our solution to create a universal antidote.' The scientist drew in a deep breath.
"We are extremely hopeful for this as an invaluable aid to you agents out there in the field. We believe it will save lives."
Illya and Vincent continued to talk in depth about the properties of this miracle while Napoleon's eyes roamed the sterile room. At the far corner he spotted a young woman sitting on a stool, her demeanor suggesting she didn't belong here. As his partner chatted away about molecules and atoms, Napoleon casually strolled over to that far corner and was pleased to find someone in a similar situation as his own.
"Hello, my name is Napoleon. I noticed you seem a bit lost here in this lab."
Her smile made him glad to be ignorant of many things, and grateful for the expertise he possesed in so many other important matters.
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Date: 2017-02-28 09:01 pm (UTC)Well done! And the ending was perfect. :D
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Date: 2017-02-28 11:58 pm (UTC)This um - stuff - sounds intriguing enough so is there going to be a fic about its field test?
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