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section7mfuIllya Kuryakin did not enjoy the feeling of vulnerability and, sitting in a seat atop one of the brightly coloured ladders which lined the Mardi Gras parade route, made him feel especially open. He was dressed in black jeans, black turtleneck, and black jacket, and he was also adorned in many beads. On his head, Illya had placed a black beret, and looked pretty much like a beatnik who had taken the wrong turn on his way to a Jazz club. This made him stand out from the crowd, which added to his feelings of susceptibility.
Of course, the whole idea was for him to be easily spotted; especially by Thrush.
Illya’s reason for being there was to watch a hand-off between two couriers and provide a decoy for one of them. The first courier was a heavily disguised Napoleon, and the package he was carrying had been substituted. Illya had a small pang of sympathy for the genuine couriers. When the package arrived at its destination, heads were going to roll; possibly literally. The pang didn’t last, however. The agent was all too aware of the destruction, and loss of life, which would have resulted.
The substituted contents were similar to what was in the original, but would be utterly harmless. The scientist who had created it was already in the hands of U.N.C.L.E. and the command was quite certain that all plans had been destroyed.
Watching carefully, while making it look as though he was watching out for the parade, Illya allowed himself a small smile as the trade-off went without a hitch. Napoleon was easily swallowed by the crowd, while Illya decided to wait until the parade had passed. By that point his partner would be well away. Unfortunately, Thrush had other ideas. A tall, dark-haired man climbed onto the ladder, and allowed Illya to see the knife he was concealing.
“You’re too late to intercept the package, Kuryakin,” he said, with a grin which gave Illya a good look at his broken and blackened teeth.
“I guess I will just go home then.”
“I don’t think so,” the thrush said, his smile widening. “A friend of mine is waiting nearby and, together, we will deliver you to our boss.”
Illya shrugged in surrender. He waited until the Thrush climbed down before beginning his own descent. As he reached the bottom rung, Illya’s foot ‘slipped’, hand he made sure to fall onto his captor. It was a calculated risk and, luckily, he managed to avoid the knife. The people around them immediately began to help the pair up and, while the Thrush man was brought to his feet, Illya disappeared into the throng. Along the way, he discarded the beret and the beads, and was able to meet up with Napoleon only fifteen minutes later.
Another major Thrush attack had been foiled, and Illya had once again evaded capture which, for the two agents from U.N.C.L.E., counted as an exceptionally successful day.
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Of course, the whole idea was for him to be easily spotted; especially by Thrush.
Illya’s reason for being there was to watch a hand-off between two couriers and provide a decoy for one of them. The first courier was a heavily disguised Napoleon, and the package he was carrying had been substituted. Illya had a small pang of sympathy for the genuine couriers. When the package arrived at its destination, heads were going to roll; possibly literally. The pang didn’t last, however. The agent was all too aware of the destruction, and loss of life, which would have resulted.
The substituted contents were similar to what was in the original, but would be utterly harmless. The scientist who had created it was already in the hands of U.N.C.L.E. and the command was quite certain that all plans had been destroyed.
Watching carefully, while making it look as though he was watching out for the parade, Illya allowed himself a small smile as the trade-off went without a hitch. Napoleon was easily swallowed by the crowd, while Illya decided to wait until the parade had passed. By that point his partner would be well away. Unfortunately, Thrush had other ideas. A tall, dark-haired man climbed onto the ladder, and allowed Illya to see the knife he was concealing.
“You’re too late to intercept the package, Kuryakin,” he said, with a grin which gave Illya a good look at his broken and blackened teeth.
“I guess I will just go home then.”
“I don’t think so,” the thrush said, his smile widening. “A friend of mine is waiting nearby and, together, we will deliver you to our boss.”
Illya shrugged in surrender. He waited until the Thrush climbed down before beginning his own descent. As he reached the bottom rung, Illya’s foot ‘slipped’, hand he made sure to fall onto his captor. It was a calculated risk and, luckily, he managed to avoid the knife. The people around them immediately began to help the pair up and, while the Thrush man was brought to his feet, Illya disappeared into the throng. Along the way, he discarded the beret and the beads, and was able to meet up with Napoleon only fifteen minutes later.
Another major Thrush attack had been foiled, and Illya had once again evaded capture which, for the two agents from U.N.C.L.E., counted as an exceptionally successful day.
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