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section7mfu2013-01-12 09:26 am
The Birds of Prey Affair~ chapter 9 conclusion
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The next forty-eight hours found most of the UNCLE staff and Alexander Waverly fully recovered. April Dancer was still confined to her bed in Medical, while Kuryakin had again argued himself into an early release. He had a way of terrorizing the nursing staff and they were glad to see him go.
He'd been given the usual provisos...take it easy and no field work, otherwise he'd be put back in his bed in Medical in a heartbeat, and Security would be involved in making him behave for the rest of his stay.
Though, stubborn as usual, he'd gone so far as to remove his arm from its sling as he joined Napoleon and Mark at Waverly's conference table.
"It appears," Waverly announced with his usual aplomb," that the captured Thrush agents were more than willing to talk, especially the one taken prisoner by Miss Dancer. Once Security explained to them the error of their ways as well as the consequences they faced, the birds sang like a bunch of canaries, as it were. Apparently no truth serum was needed at all."
He sounded rather bemused at that, and Napoleon assumed it was out of a sense of pride that it took so much more to break an UNCLE agent than it did one from THRUSH.
"It's seems gentlemen that this whole mess was simply a plan to kidnap me, and breaking into our files was not even given a consideration, at least during the invasion. They knew they wouldn't be able to do so without the proper codes. It appears, however, their plan was to plant devices in our computers, and once they had the priority codes from me, the computers could be hacked and they would upload our secure files to their data base."
"Well, luckily they never got as far as File 40, or even near you sir," Napoleon added.
"Who may I ask who masterminded this whole affair?" Mark spoke up.
"That Mr. Slate will come as a rather a surprise to you, and you as well gentlemen." There was a twinkle in Waverly's eyes, making him look somewhat playful, and it seemed for a moment he was holding back the identity of this person. Teasing them, like children waiting to be given a present.
"Who was it sir," Napoleon asked politely.
Waverly turned to his console, flicking a toggle switch, sending down the television monitor mounted in the ceiling. He pressed a button, and an image began to slowly appear...
"I can't believe it," Napoleon blurted out, "Him?"
Illya shook his head, rolling his eyes in an equal state of disbelief.
Only Mark Slate spoke out, almost laughing. "He masterminded this, the ponce...no offence sir. The man is an idiot."
"I agree completely Mr. Slate, though we've been told this was his operation, I too find it hard to believe that such a man as he would be capable of such a precision driven attack, attempting to kidnap me and undermine our intelligence in the process. We were told they called this little foray of theirs Operation Birds of Prey."
Waverly looked to his Russia, as Kuryakin's expression seemed to mirror his thoughts.
"You think it was someone else from THRUSH?" Illya asked, playing with his pencil. He had a yellow note pad in front of him, and had jotted down something on it.
"Yes Mr. Kuryakin, I do. I see that you are taking notes, as is your habit. Do you have some other likely candidate in mind?:
Illya took hold of the table edge, turning and sending his note pad for Waverly to look at, rather than just announce what he'd written down. It was not in fact a name, but a quote. One that Napoleon recognized instantly as Alexander Waverly read it aloud.
"He who establishes a dictatorship and does not destroy Brutus, or he who forms a republic and does not destroy the sons of Brutus, will reign only a short time." Beside the quote his partner had written a play on the name of the THRUSH plan, "Operation Birds of Pray."
Waverly didn't make the connection, but Napoleon did. "Brother Love?"
"Precisely, " Illya said.
"But isn't he dead?" Napoleon asked.
"I think perhaps not," Illya proposed the possibility the man still lived, if not, concluded it was one of his devoted followers continuing his work.
Waverly raised his bushy eyebrows at that theory. "Well, gentlemen at this point, unless we hear any chatter on THRUSH channels on their failed attempt, we will have no recourse but to leave this matter as unresolved."
"I seriously doubt they'll broadcast another failure across their network." Napoleon commented.
"Perhaps it is safe to assume then whoever was in charge will be dealt with for his failure, in typical THRUSH fashion of course, " Illya suggested. That generally meant the execution of the guilty party.
"That is something we can never presume Mr. Kuryakin," Waverly concluded, "In the meantime we will consider this affair open, until such time it is investigated and brought to a conclusion."
"Yes sir," the three agents agreed.
"Very well then, and thank you again gentlemen for a job well done. Mrs. Waverly appreciates your efforts to protect me and sends her thanks. You are all invited to Sunday dinner. I'm told Miss Dancer will be released from medical by then and is included in that invitation as well. And Mr. Solo, please endeavor to be on time...mustn't keep my Estelle waiting."
"Yes sir I will do my best." Napoleon nodded as he stood.
The Section II agents walked out of the conference room, their heads canted wistfully to one side as each of them wore an amused smile.
It wasn't often that Alexander Waverly offered a compliment, much less gave a dinner invitation to his home. Being brought into the inner sanctum of the Old Man's private life was a rare privilege indeed, and one not lost on the three of them...
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