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pfrye.livejournal.comPrompts – Permission, Superior, Red
Reg Peterson waved as Napoleon Solo, Mark Slate and April Dancer walked up to where he was directing his Section Three team in the cleanup of the destroyed THRUSH satrap. He was standing several yards away from the smoking pile of rubble that had been the laboratory. His men wearing protective gear were slowly sifting through the debris looking for any object that could be of interest.
“Hey Reg!” Napoleon called.
“Napoleon, Mark, hello Miss Dancer.” Reg smiled and blushed as he spoke to the young auburn haired agent.
“Reg.” April smiled at him. Obviously another UNCLE agent with a crush.
Napoleon looked around the area. “So, any sighting of my errant partner?”
“No Sir, he headed that way.” Reg pointed to the heavily wooded area to the south of the rubble. “We haven’t seen him since he left.”
“Alright. Mark you and I are going to try to follow his trail. April you stay here and contact us if Rasputin shows up.”
Mark and Napoleon headed off into the woods while Reg smiled at April and stepped a few inches closer.
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Illya tried to slide his arms out of the restraints that kept him secured on the lab table. The THRUSH scientist walked over to him and held out a small canister for him to see.
“Mr. Kuryakin, this is the poison that you have been exposed to. I want you to take this and release it in UNCLE headquarters. Do you understand?”
Illya laughed. “I think not.”
The scientist grinned and tucked the canister into Illya’s jacket pocket. He took a syringe and injected it into Illya’s neck. “You will take the canister and release it in UNCLE headquarters. When the contents is released the canister has an automatic sensor that will notify me that it has been activated. Once we receive the activation signal we will start our attack.”
Illya felt himself becoming dizzy, the drug they had injected burning through his veins. The scientist again repeated, “I am your superior, you will release the canister in UNCLE headquarters.”
Illya stared at the table of UNCLE explosives and muttered to himself in Russian until he passed out.
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Mark pointed to footprints that let down a slope toward a muddy stream. “Napoleon, do you think these are Illya’s?”
“Could be, I’d say let’s follow them.” As the two men slid down the slope Napoleon decided that if they did find his partner he’d have to seriously get back at him for ruining a good pair of shoes in the mud. Mark grinned as he noticed his bosses grimace at the wet mud.
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Illya was released from the table and two THRUSH guards held him upright. He staggered and grabbed at his shirt, pulling two explosive buttons off. The guards didn’t seem to notice.
“Take our UNCLE friend out the tunnel exit and turn him lose. Then all we have to do is notify headquarters as soon as he releases the poison.”
As the two guards started to walk Illya towards the exit he collapsed and fell towards the table with the UNCLE explosives. Illya quickly pressed the two buttons into the pile and let himself be carried out of the lab into the emergency tunnel exit. Illya was softly counting in Russian. He suddenly straightened up and pushed the guards off and started to run towards the mouth of the tunnel.
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Napoleon and Mark both saw the drainage tunnel at the same time. As they started to hurry towards it they felt a rumble beneath their feet then heard a blast. They turned their heads away at a flash of red light from the tunnel.
“Bloody hell!” Mark looked at Napoleon. “What was that?”
“If I know my partner, it was him. Let’s go see if we can find him.” As they started toward the tunnel they paused as a muddy, filthy figure crawled out of the tunnel and collapsed into the muddy sludge.
“Illya?” Napoleon rushed forward and grabbed his unconscious partner. Illya seemed uninjured. “What have you gotten yourself into?”
Illya opened his eyes and grinned. “Lab still there. Gone now. Release headquarters.” He passed out.
“Damn, next time you decide to do something on your own you are going to need written permission my friend.”
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