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section7mfuNapoleon ran, but it wasn’t easy negotiating through the Mardi Gras crowds. His only consolation was that his pursuer was having just as much difficulty has he was. He didn’t dare look back to see how close the Thrush was to him as he needed to concentrate on what might get in his way. The microdot he was carrying held key information about several satrapies situated in Louisiana, and he had to get it to the local U.N.C.L.E. office with as little delay as possible.
It was at times like this he wished for the back-up of his partner but, unfortunately, Illya was on a separate assignment somewhere in Europe. Napoleon had no option but to rely on his own wits and cunning; two things he possessed in abundance. As he ran, his mind also ran. His senses were alert for anything which may help him in his flight.
Suddenly, he realised what was needed, as the floats of the parade came to a temporary halt. Napoleon had no idea why they had paused, assuming that something was clocking his passage, but he knew they provided the answer to his problem.
Waiting until he was sure he would be unseen by the man chasing him, Napoleon drop to the ground and rolled under the nearest float. Once there, grabbed onto everything he could. After what felt like to long a time, the parade continued on its way. Solo had no idea how long he would hold on for, but vowed try for as long as possible.
A little less than thirty minutes later, Napoleon knew he wouldn’t last much longer. This presented him with another problem. He couldn’t expect the parade to stop again, just for his convenience, so he would have to time his exit perfectly. He had no wish to be run over by a parade float. For one thing, Illya would never let him hear the last of it.
Taking a deep breath, Napoleon took a deep breath, and counted to three. He then dropped to the road and rolled. Several people were forced to take a step backwards as he jumped to feet. Napoleon took no notice of the onlookers as he hurriedly looked around for the Thrush who had been on his tail. Seeing no sign of him, and not wishing to risk being seen himself, Napoleon disappeared into the crowds.
Some distance back down the street, the Thrush man had stopped running. As soon as he had lost sight of Solo, he had known the chase was over. What was more concerning to him, however, was that having lost the stolen microdot, his life was also over.
It was at times like this he wished for the back-up of his partner but, unfortunately, Illya was on a separate assignment somewhere in Europe. Napoleon had no option but to rely on his own wits and cunning; two things he possessed in abundance. As he ran, his mind also ran. His senses were alert for anything which may help him in his flight.
Suddenly, he realised what was needed, as the floats of the parade came to a temporary halt. Napoleon had no idea why they had paused, assuming that something was clocking his passage, but he knew they provided the answer to his problem.
Waiting until he was sure he would be unseen by the man chasing him, Napoleon drop to the ground and rolled under the nearest float. Once there, grabbed onto everything he could. After what felt like to long a time, the parade continued on its way. Solo had no idea how long he would hold on for, but vowed try for as long as possible.
A little less than thirty minutes later, Napoleon knew he wouldn’t last much longer. This presented him with another problem. He couldn’t expect the parade to stop again, just for his convenience, so he would have to time his exit perfectly. He had no wish to be run over by a parade float. For one thing, Illya would never let him hear the last of it.
Taking a deep breath, Napoleon took a deep breath, and counted to three. He then dropped to the road and rolled. Several people were forced to take a step backwards as he jumped to feet. Napoleon took no notice of the onlookers as he hurriedly looked around for the Thrush who had been on his tail. Seeing no sign of him, and not wishing to risk being seen himself, Napoleon disappeared into the crowds.
Some distance back down the street, the Thrush man had stopped running. As soon as he had lost sight of Solo, he had known the chase was over. What was more concerning to him, however, was that having lost the stolen microdot, his life was also over.
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Date: 2019-03-11 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-03-11 05:43 pm (UTC)Napoleon is a quick-thinking man of action, and proves it often :-)