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The Birds of Prey Affair~ chapter 3
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Napoleon stepped into the reception area, finding it empty as well. He reached over the desk touching his fingers to the security pad, before he grabbed his ID badge, ensuring he would not set off any alarms. Normally the receptionist placed the substance on the agent's badges but since no one was here...
He pulled his communicator. "Channel D-Kuryakin."
"Napoleon where are you?"
I'm in reception. Illya no one's here or in the tailor shop. Will you please tell me what's going on?" He asked as he stepped through the secondary entrance, and as he did, he received a bit of a shock.
There were several bodies lying on the floor of the main corridor and he immediately bent down to see if they were alive. To his relief their pulses were strong, but they were unconscious.
"No doubt you have just stepped inside from reception," Illya said blandly. "Nearly the entire staff of headquarters is out cold, including Mr. Waverly. Lisa Rogers, and a few people in Communications, Security and some from the secretarial pool are unaffected, and me of course."
"What happened?"
"That is a very good question. People just collapsed one by one. I was in a meeting with the Old Man when he simply slumped over. I called for a medical team, but no one responded. Lisa told me everyone simply passed out as far as she could see."
"THRUSH?" Solo asked.
"One could only presume at this point, but how they managed it I do not know."
"I'll be right there, so stay put. Out." Napoleon tucked his communicator into his breast pocket, but still held his special in his hand as he moved quickly down the hall, heading to the elevator.
Minutes later the doors to the conference room quietly opened with Solo stepping through at a trot.
Lisa Rogers was standing next to Mr. Waverly, cradling his head in her hands, looking very uneasy."
"Is he all right?" The senior agent asked.
"His breathing sounds a little funny," she said. "Maybe we should get him to Medical just in case."
"Yes sir, this is Nurse Kelly in Medical, everyone's passed out and I seem to be the only one here who's still standing."
"That at least will be of some help," he said. "Mr. Solo, and I will be bringing Mr. Waverly up to you as he is unconscious as well. Prepare syringes and begin taking blood samples from everyone in your area. I will analyze them in the lab. Kuryakin out."
Another light flashed on the console, "Kuryakin here...what?" He answered again, this time a bit of stress showing in his voice.
The person on the receiving end ignored his tone. "Illya its Mark, I just came into headquarters...what the hell is going on? There's people passed out everywhere."
"Not sure, just get yourself up to Waverly's office, and we will fill you in on what we do know."
"Gotcha mate."
Mark Slate hurried along the dull grey corridors, appearing in the conference room within minutes. "Cor, this is down right creepy. Is it like this all over?"
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