The Birds of Prey Affair~ chapter 7

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link to chapter 6: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/210639.html
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Mark joined Solo and Kuryakin in the corridor, readying themselves for the assault. They each carried Specials converted to carbines, as well as extra hand guns. And the final preparation came when Illya handed the others small gas masks, while he held up a glass ball filled with a white substance in his hand.

They each put on their protective gear just as there was another explosion, blowing open the inner doors. The corridor filled with the acrid scent of an incendiary as Illya donned his own gas mask and tossed the ball at the invaders as they rushed in. It shattered at their feet, filling most of the corridor with a cloud of gaseous white smoke.

They could hear the coughing and sputtering of the Thrushmen as they breathed in the chemicals, but before the cloud could dissipate, shots rang out. Illya slammed back against a wall with a grunt, taking a hit to his shoulder. It slowed him down, but not enough to prevent him from returning fire.

It became fierce as the Thrush continued their rush, until the three UNCLE agents were force to retreat, still turning and continuing to fire their weapons. Napoleon grabbed Illya, helping him to his feet and as they turned the corner, the American pulled a small control device from his pocket. This was a court of last resort; if their attackers made it past this; the U.N.C.L.E. agents would be forced to retreat to file 40.

Once there, they'd have to destroy as many files as they could. Those records could simply not get into the hands of T.H.R.U.S.H.

Illya staggered, leaning against a wall as his partner steadied him.

"You all right tovarisch?"

The Russian nodded, and tried straightening himself, but it was no use, as he slipped down the wall crumpling to the floor.

There was no time to help him, and Solo returned his attention to the device in his hand, pressing a button when the Thrush goons reached just the right spot in the corridor.

The ceiling opened and from it dropped a large steel net, enveloping and trapping all but one of the attackers, and he hightailed it out the door into Del Floria's, but he found his retreat blocked.

"Going somewhere?" April Dancer smiled, pointing her gun straight at him. There was blood on her left shoulder but that didn't seem to deter her.

"Hands on top of your head if you please dear?"

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Pitch Perfect

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This story was in the Kuryakin Files #31 (last year).  I think it's okay to post it now after nearly a year, and it has never seen the cyber light of day before now.  The story takes place sometime after the Foxes and Hounds Affair.
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UNCLE Headquarters was full of activity, and amidst the background of whirring electrical typewriters and ringing telephones, New York’s top two agents were engaged in a very important conversation.

“Quirky?   Who said I was quirky?  I am not.  That is utterly ridiculous.”

Napoleon chuckled at his partner.  Illya would admit to many descriptions: erudite, intellectual, and perhaps even cosmopolitan.  Well, he had lived and worked all over the world.  Even his old Soviet aesthetics had yielded rather willingly to the West’s more self-indulgent pursuits.

But, don’t call the man cute or quirky. 

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Pitch Perfect

[glenmered]

 This was part of the Kuryakin Files #31 (last year).  I believe posting it now is okay, so here is Pitch Perfect.
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UNCLE Headquarters was full of activity, and amidst the background of whirring electrical typewriters and ringing telephones, New York’s top two agents were engaged in a very important conversation.

 

“Quirky?   Who said I was quirky?  I am not.  That is utterly ridiculous.”

 

Napoleon chuckled at his partner.  Illya would admit to many descriptions: erudite, intellectual, and perhaps even cosmopolitan.  Well, he had lived and worked all over the world.  Even his old Soviet aesthetics had yielded rather willingly to the West’s more self-indulgent pursuits.

 

But, don’t call the man cute or quirky. 

( Read more... )

The Birds of Prey Affair~ chapter 7

[mlaw]

 ink to chapter 6: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/210639.html
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Mark joined Solo and Kuryakin in the corridor, readying themselves for the assault. They each carried Specials converted to carbines, as well as extra hand guns. And the final preparation came when Illya handed the others small gas masks, while he held up a glass ball filled with a white substance in his hand.

They each put on their protective gear just as there was another explosion, blowing open the inner doors. The corridor filled with the acrid scent of an incendiary as Illya donned his own gas mask and tossed the ball at the invaders as they rushed in. It shattered at their feet, filling most of the corridor with a cloud of gaseous white smoke.

They could hear the coughing and sputtering of the Thrushmen as they breathed in the chemicals, but before the cloud could dissipate, shots rang out. Illya slammed back against a wall with a grunt, taking a hit to his shoulder. It slowed him down, but not enough to prevent him from returning fire.

It became fierce as the Thrush continued their rush, until the three UNCLE agents were force to retreat, still turning and continuing to fire their weapons. Napoleon grabbed Illya, helping him to his feet and as they turned the corner, the American pulled a small control device from his pocket. This was a court of last resort; if their attackers made it past this; the U.N.C.L.E. agents would be forced to retreat to file 40.

Once there, they'd have to destroy as many files as they could. Those records could simply not get into the hands of T.H.R.U.S.H.

Illya staggered, leaning against a wall as his partner steadied him.

"You all right tovarisch?"

The Russian nodded, and tried straightening himself, but it was no use, as he slipped down the wall crumpling to the floor.

There was no time to help him, and Solo returned his attention to the device in his hand, pressing a button when the Thrush goons reached just the right spot in the corridor.

The ceiling opened and from it dropped a large steel net, enveloping and trapping all but one of the attackers, and he hightailed it out the door into Del Floria's, but he found his retreat blocked.

"Going somewhere?" April Dancer smiled, pointing her gun straight at him. There was blood on her left shoulder but that didn't seem to deter her.

"Hands on top of your head if you please dear?"