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section7mfu2017-03-21 12:25 pm
"Yes!" Part One- for PicFic Tuesday orig. date 3/14
For some reason LJ won't let me post a story with only 2000 words. So I have to post in two parts...sigh.
Solo and Kuryakin made their way along the drab corridors of headquarters, heading to Mr. Waverly’s conference room.
It was one of those days, quiet with nothing really happening until the call came to report to Waverly’s conference room to meet someone, and that someone was of all things...a parrot.
“I can’t believe he had a bird flown here on one of our private jets,” Napoleon said.
Illya had his nose buried in a folder as he kept in step with his partner. At first he said nothing and merely kept pushing his tinted glasses back up to the bridge of his nose as they were continually slipping down.
“Mr. Waverly must think it important,” Illya spoke up at last before finally tucking the folder under his arm as he and Napoleon paused in front of Lisa Roger’s desk.
“Go ahead in,” she waved.”He’s waiting for you.”
As the doors opened, a grey blur swept past them; both men automatically drew their weapons.
“Gentlemen, unnecessary,” Waverly called to them. He walked across the room and held out his arm; a second later there was flapping sound and a parrot landed on it. He carried the creature back to his conference table where there sat a large driftwood perch. The bird hopped from the Old Man’s arm to it and accepted a peanut as a reward.
“This gentlemen is Einstein, and formerly the pet or rather the companion of Doctor Eija Skarsgård of Sweden...the late doctor, as she died unexpectedly two days ago. She had contacted UNCLE, expressing fear for her life, as she was working on another formula for converting seawater into gold. Sadly we were not able to get to her in time. Her lab was ransacked, with only a few papers remaining and the bird of course.”
Illya eyed the creature with interest. ”The African grey is purported to be one of the best talkers among its kind, able to repeat words and phrases after hearing them just once or twice. Not only will a grey develop an outstanding vocabulary, research has shown that this species can come to understand what it is saying.”
Napoleon stood behind his partner who was clueless the American was rolling his eyes.
"We are hoping she may have some of Doctor Skarsgård’s secrets as part of its vocabulary. At the moment, Einstein hasn’t said a word. She witnessed the doctor’s demise, strangled as it were.”
“So you suspect it may be traumatized?” Napoleon asked.
“It has been removed from its home, and the doctor. That may well be the case,” Waverly said.
Illya walked over to it. “Hello Einstein. Hello.” He switched to Swedish, ”Hej Einstein. Hej.”
She said nothing but he offered another peanut. Nothing, though she did hiss at him.
Illya knew that was a warning to stay away, and he withdrew the treat. African Greys hiss when feeling threatened and if he’d gotten too close, she could have taken a piece of his finger..
Napoleon gave his partner a smug look. “Let me give it a try.”
“Why hello there Einstein,” Napoleon crooned to it. “You’re a pretty bird aren’t you? Such a pretty bird. Hello.”
“Hello.” The bird answered, an whistled a cat call.
Napoleon turned to his partner, giving him a satisfied stare.
The bird squawked and became very excited. Fluttering its wings, it rose in the air and landed right on Napoleon’s shoulder.
“Makes sense,”Illya refrained from rolling his eyes.” Einstein is a female after all.”
“It’s settled then,” Waverly nodded.” You Mr. Solo will work with the bird and get her to talk. You’ll have to stay here in guest quarters, keeping her with you at all times. She can not, and I repeat can not leave the premises under any circumstances.”
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(Sorry, momentarily channeling Mark Slate.)
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