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section7mfu2019-03-17 11:59 am
The ABC Affair 2019- L is for Ladders.
Napoleon was the first to awaken; he saw that Illya was beside him and they were both tied to colorfully painted ladders leaning against a wall.
They were in a dimly lit room full of more ladders leaning against the walls; they were painted with the traditional Mardi Gras purple, green and gold. The agents they’d seen them along the parade routes.
Apparently they were used by families to raise up their children, or anyone of short stature, in order to help them see the floats and have a better chance at catching the throws... that is the trinkets tossed out by the different Krewes as they passed by.
“Illya, pssst. Illya wake up.”
“Mmm, huh?” The Russian shook his head, but instantly regretted it as it gave him a headache.
“Wake up,” Napoleon spoke in hushed tones.
“I am awake.”
“Keep your voice down. I don’t know if we have company.”
“Where are we?” Illya whispered this time.
“I haven’t the foggiest, other than maybe some sort of warehouse.”
“Napoleon we were drugged, the cake. I am sure of it.” Illya gave a tug at his wrists but they were tied tightly either side of the folded ladder.
“Lucius?” Solo asked.
“Not sure. I recall opening my eyes at one point and I recall seeing La Croix. I do not know if is was a drug addled dream or not.”
“Maybe he’s sticking around to exact a little revenge,” Napoleon guessed.
“And maybe we should not stick around to give him the opportunity to do so.” Illya bent forward with the ladder now laying on his back. Neither man’s legs were tied so they could literally lift the ladders and walk.
And that’s exactly what they did. They walked slowly with the weight of the ladders on their backs; it wasn’t easy since their hands weren’t free and the ladders weren’t exactly as light as a feather either.
They managed to reach the warehouse door and miraculously it wasn’t latched closed. Napoleon carefully pushed it open with the top of his ladder and they exited, with no one in sight. It was dark and they had no idea how long they’d been out of it.
“Maybe that extra luck came in handy tovarisch.”
“That remains to be seen. We need to get rid of these ladders as we will not get far, especially if our escape is discovered.
They made their way along a narrow alleyway and exited to a crowded street. It was lined with people cheering on yet more floats slowly rolling along..
“Excuse me,” Napoleon called to a man with a two young boys. Apparently he was taking turns putting them on his shoulders so they could see the parade.
“Could you use a couple of ladders.”
“They are free,” Illya added.
“Free? What’s the catch?” The father asked.
“The catch is you have to cut the ropes holding our wrists,” Napoleon said.”Our friends tied us to them as a practical joke.”
“That’s it? Well sure I can do that for y’all.” The man drew a pocket knife from his trouser pockets and made short work of the ropes.
“Thank you,” Illya said.
“No thank you Mister. Now my boys can see the parade together and hopefully get some throws as souvenirs.
“Good luck to you then,” Napoleon gave a quick salute and rubbing his hands to help the circulation, he and Illya disappeared among the onlookers.
“Any idea where we are tovarisch?” The men finally reached a street corner and saw the sign that read Bienville Street.
It didn’t ring a bell with Solo.”Shame you don’t have your map.”
“It is a shame we do not have a lot of things. No guns, communicators or wallets.”
“What about that eidetic memory of your’s Illya?”
The Russian sighed; he could recall things he’d read but it wasn’t like he’d read the entire map. He closed his eyes, trying to visualize it spread out on the table as he’d done with it previously.
“Anything?” Napoleon asked.
“Just be patient and give me a second please?” Kuryakin suddenly snapped his fingers.
“If we take Bienville this way,” he pointed,”that will get us to right to the St. Louis Cemetery No. 2 and from there we know our way to the French Quarter. The question that begs asking though, where do we go?”
“Good question. If we go back to the TruTone we would be spotted. We can’t say for sure if Lucius wasn’t in on the whole thing either. If we go to the field office La Croix will probably be watching for us there once he’s discovered we’ve escaped.”
“So we are damned if we do and damned if we do not,” Illya concluded.
“Precisely my dear Kuryakin.”
As they walked along the street they spotted a number of people passed out drunk on the sidewalk.
“New disguises,” Illya smiled.
“I say again, precisely my dear Kuryakin.”
The plucked two masks from the hapless drunks wearing oversized head pieces, one a unicorn head and the other a lion’s head.
“I think these will do, though our field of vision will be limited,”Illya said.
“He we’ve got my extra luck on our side,” Solo quipped.
“Well so far my friend we have not been that lucky...being drugged, tied to a ladders… relieved of our guns and communicators.”
“Always the pessimist tovarisch.”
“Yes I know...it is a gift Napoleon. So we head to the field office?”
“Do we have a choice?”
“I suppose we could…”
“Illya that was a rhetorical question.”
“Oh, all right then.”
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“Always the pessimist tovarisch.”
“Yes I know...it is a gift..."
Very Illya.
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