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section7mfuMy apologies for the delay; real life has been more hectic than usual. Anyway, with a touch to my nose, I offer Part 4.
Silently, high above the Earth, Santa’s sleigh flew, completely invisible to those who did not need to see. Glancing below, Illya saw the bright lights of New York City fade into smaller clusters of lights of the sprawling suburbs of the Big Apple, and then further away, gently turning into rural areas where only the pristine landscapes of rolling hills covered with slow—the occasional cheerfully decorated farmhouse as a beacon of hopes and joy.
After a few moments of idly watching the landscape below, Illya gave a start as he suddenly realized he could see everything below as clearly as if he were just above instead of the hundreds of feet he had to be. And, even though it was dark enough that the sky was alive with masses of twinkling stars, the landscape was as bright as if it were daylight.
Just as this astonishing observation came to him, Santa Waverly broke in on his thoughts.
“It’s lovely, is it not?”
“Ah, yes.” The brief moment of contentment was dimmed briefly. “Uh, Sir, you do realize that I shouldn’t be able to see all of this. Not at this height and certainly not at this speed and time of night.”
For just a moment, the bushy brows of Alexander Waverly twitched before morphing back into the snowy brows of Santa Waverly. His eyes twinkled merrily. “Ho, ho, ho! Of course you can!”
For a long moment, the Russian scowled at the treacherously illogical and impossible scenery below. Staring closely at the scene, he felt a sudden longing to see move of the farm below until, to his complete astonishment, it was as if he were looking through the most powerful binoculars in the world. In that moment, he could see the lights on the old barn surrounding a crèche, and even the animals moving around in the barn which had a large opening out to the barnyard on one side. Astonished, he stared, giving a slow shake of his head, his lips twitching a moment before blossoming into a delighted grin. His eyes sparkled as he glanced back as his boss who gave a satisfied nod of agreement.
As the sleigh flew silently (except for the gentle jingle of sleigh bells) in the star-filled night sky, the moon began to rise higher in the sky, setting a picture-perfect backdrop for the snow-covered landscape below.
Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the idyllic scene below, Illya ran a practiced eye over the sleigh. This mode of transport wasn’t at all familiar to him, but as an experienced agent, he mentally reviewed the strengths and weaknesses in order to prepare for the likely attack of Thrush in their nefarious scheme to twist Christmas into something obscene and despised instead of a time for joy and peace.
“Sir, I fear I am at a loss here. I don’t know where, um, Santa’s Number One Elf’s responsibilities lie.”
“You’ll know when the time comes!”
Illya opened his mouth to protest when he suddenly remembered the already odd and unusual events of the evening. “Very well, Sir.” With that, he went back to looking at the scenery, but now, he also kept a sharp eye out for mischief or treachery that must surely be in the making.
“Ho, Dancer, Hyah Prancer, Cupid, Vixen. Steady now, Dasher. Donner, Comet. Easy now Blitzen.”
The sleigh began to descend in slow, lazy circles. Illya glanced back at Santa Waverly, puzzled.
“Be ready, Mr. Kuryakin. We are nearing our destination.”
Illya looked at the barren landscape below. Aside from the stately evergreens with their attractive dusting of snow on their branches, there was nothing except unmarked, pristine snow. Nothing screamed out ‘Thrush’ or ‘Evil Genius at Work,’ but something about the scene suddenly felt ominous.
Something is very wrong here.
Automatically, he started to reach for his Special, just to touch it for reassurance, when his fingers felt nothing but air (and the ridiculous costume he was wearing).
The sanction against violence! I doubt that Thrush will take something along those lines into consideration. After all, the whole premise of their Operation Tannenbaum is to completely ruin Christmas. So, how am I supposed to protect…Santa Waverly…without any kind of weapon?
Illya shivered.
Silently, high above the Earth, Santa’s sleigh flew, completely invisible to those who did not need to see. Glancing below, Illya saw the bright lights of New York City fade into smaller clusters of lights of the sprawling suburbs of the Big Apple, and then further away, gently turning into rural areas where only the pristine landscapes of rolling hills covered with slow—the occasional cheerfully decorated farmhouse as a beacon of hopes and joy.
After a few moments of idly watching the landscape below, Illya gave a start as he suddenly realized he could see everything below as clearly as if he were just above instead of the hundreds of feet he had to be. And, even though it was dark enough that the sky was alive with masses of twinkling stars, the landscape was as bright as if it were daylight.
Just as this astonishing observation came to him, Santa Waverly broke in on his thoughts.
“It’s lovely, is it not?”
“Ah, yes.” The brief moment of contentment was dimmed briefly. “Uh, Sir, you do realize that I shouldn’t be able to see all of this. Not at this height and certainly not at this speed and time of night.”
For just a moment, the bushy brows of Alexander Waverly twitched before morphing back into the snowy brows of Santa Waverly. His eyes twinkled merrily. “Ho, ho, ho! Of course you can!”
For a long moment, the Russian scowled at the treacherously illogical and impossible scenery below. Staring closely at the scene, he felt a sudden longing to see move of the farm below until, to his complete astonishment, it was as if he were looking through the most powerful binoculars in the world. In that moment, he could see the lights on the old barn surrounding a crèche, and even the animals moving around in the barn which had a large opening out to the barnyard on one side. Astonished, he stared, giving a slow shake of his head, his lips twitching a moment before blossoming into a delighted grin. His eyes sparkled as he glanced back as his boss who gave a satisfied nod of agreement.
As the sleigh flew silently (except for the gentle jingle of sleigh bells) in the star-filled night sky, the moon began to rise higher in the sky, setting a picture-perfect backdrop for the snow-covered landscape below.
Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the idyllic scene below, Illya ran a practiced eye over the sleigh. This mode of transport wasn’t at all familiar to him, but as an experienced agent, he mentally reviewed the strengths and weaknesses in order to prepare for the likely attack of Thrush in their nefarious scheme to twist Christmas into something obscene and despised instead of a time for joy and peace.
“Sir, I fear I am at a loss here. I don’t know where, um, Santa’s Number One Elf’s responsibilities lie.”
“You’ll know when the time comes!”
Illya opened his mouth to protest when he suddenly remembered the already odd and unusual events of the evening. “Very well, Sir.” With that, he went back to looking at the scenery, but now, he also kept a sharp eye out for mischief or treachery that must surely be in the making.
“Ho, Dancer, Hyah Prancer, Cupid, Vixen. Steady now, Dasher. Donner, Comet. Easy now Blitzen.”
The sleigh began to descend in slow, lazy circles. Illya glanced back at Santa Waverly, puzzled.
“Be ready, Mr. Kuryakin. We are nearing our destination.”
Illya looked at the barren landscape below. Aside from the stately evergreens with their attractive dusting of snow on their branches, there was nothing except unmarked, pristine snow. Nothing screamed out ‘Thrush’ or ‘Evil Genius at Work,’ but something about the scene suddenly felt ominous.
Something is very wrong here.
Automatically, he started to reach for his Special, just to touch it for reassurance, when his fingers felt nothing but air (and the ridiculous costume he was wearing).
The sanction against violence! I doubt that Thrush will take something along those lines into consideration. After all, the whole premise of their Operation Tannenbaum is to completely ruin Christmas. So, how am I supposed to protect…Santa Waverly…without any kind of weapon?
Illya shivered.
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