pfrye.livejournal.comRoar, Unique, Red
Illya paused at the corner as the door to Napoleon and his office opened. He watched as the five recruits he had met in the gym left, heading in the opposite direction toward the elevator. Eric Richfeld looked angry. He was scowling and his face was red. The other four men looked a bit pale and frightened. After they entered the elevator Illya left his position and entered the office.
Napoleon looked up as the door swished open and his partner entered. “Hey, our new guys just left.”
“Yes, I saw. Richfeld looked a bit angry.”
Napoleon laughed, “Yes, I’m afraid he’s not too happy.”
“Is he still Section Two?”
“I was going to send him to Section Three, but since he had such a good record from Survival School, and a recommendation from Cutter, I gave him one more chance.” Napoleon gestured to files on his desk. “The guy who stood up to Richfeld, Brian Porter has potential. He doesn’t have as good a record as Richfeld but has a good attitude and personality. The other three are average. I read the riot act to all of them as they didn’t do more to stop their friend.”
Illya nodded. “However you strongly chastised Richfeld?”
“Yes. I had an acquaintance who worked for the police call someone like that badge heavy.”
“Ah, not a unique situation.” Illya nodded, “In the Navy we would occasionally have an officer who let his rank go to his head and think that he was better than everyone else. They would soon be taught the error of their ways.”
“I can only imagine.”
Illya’s grin was cold, “I doubt that you could, my friend.”
Napoleon wasn’t sure he wanted to know about the unofficial justice handed out on a Soviet submarine.
Later that afternoon….
Illya looked up from the report he was writing. Napoleon was dutifully working on his own report. Illya tidied up his desk and stood. “I’ve got to go down to the lab and clean up my desk there. Would you like to join me for a drink at O’Malley’s later? My treat.”
“Oh, I certainly can’t turn down an offer like that!”
Illya grinned as he walked out the door. “I’ll be back at quitting time and we can split a cab.”
“See you later partner.”
Illya walked down the hall to the stairwell. He preferred using the stairs when he could. As he entered the stairwell he noticed that some of the lights were out. He’d have to notify maintenance about that. As he ran down the stairs he was thinking about his lab office and the tasks he had to complete prior to quitting. As he rounded a turn in the stairs he felt a door open behind him. As he turned a cloth bag was pulled over his head. He struggled to hit his attacker but there must have been some chemical on the cloth. He gasped as he became disoriented, he could hear the roar of his own blood in his ears as he lost consciousness and fell.