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The ABC Affair challenge 2019 - O is for Oak
Despite being in the middle of bustling New Orleans, the City Park was a relatively quiet place. The area, in which there grew several ancient oak trees, some many centuries in age, could even be considered secluded. This had been a useful fact a few decades earlier when it was a favoured spot for settling feuds by duel. An imitation of such an event was currently in play, though it was only just midnight, and not the traditional time of dawn.
Napoleon Solo stood with his gun raised, several paces from Pierre Renaud, whose stance mirrored his own. It was a classic stand-off, which could only end with the death of one of them. The situation wasn’t helped by the fact that the only light they had was from the moon, which was being filtered by the trees around them.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Napoleon could almost hear the voice of his partner saying ‘I told you so’. Illya was convinced that Solo’s demise would come because of a woman, and it seemed that this was to be the case. In his defence, Napoleon hadn’t known that Odile Renaud was married, but this hadn’t prevented her husband from wanting vengeance.
Upon finding his wife in the arms of another man, Renaud and immediately challenged him to a duel. Napoleon, although a man of honour, knew that it was a pointless exercise and had taken to his heels; with the wronged husband close behind. Napoleon had aimed for the park, in the hope of hiding amongst the trees, calling Illya on the communicator as he went. Unfortunately, he somehow got himself turned around and was surprised when Renaud had step out in front of him. Both men had drawn their weapons.
That had been a good five minutes ago, though it seemed like hours to the two men. Neither of them spoke; both concentrating on watching out for any sign of a trigger about to be pulled. Although Napoleon was quite prepared to defend himself, he really didn’t want to fire first. His gun was loaded with bullets, and although the man who wanted to kill him had a legitimate reason for wanting to, he was an innocent.
From out of the darkness he heard the tell-tale, and very welcome ‘pfft’ of a sleep dart being fired. Half a second later, Pierre Renaud was out for the count. Illya Kuryakin stepped out from the trees and relieved the unconscious man of his gun. Even in the diminished light, Napoleon could see the look of smug superiority on the Russian’s face.
“It wasn’t my fault,” he asserted.
“I look forward to hearing about it,” Illya replied flatly. “You realise that I will have to explain why I used up a dart outside of an assignment.”
“Can’t you say you were defending yourself after being ambushed?”
“The CEA wants me to lie,” gasped Illya, with faux consternation. “I am astonished.”
“Illya!”
“Let us get this gentleman home, and then I will tell you my blackmail terms.
.
Napoleon Solo stood with his gun raised, several paces from Pierre Renaud, whose stance mirrored his own. It was a classic stand-off, which could only end with the death of one of them. The situation wasn’t helped by the fact that the only light they had was from the moon, which was being filtered by the trees around them.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Napoleon could almost hear the voice of his partner saying ‘I told you so’. Illya was convinced that Solo’s demise would come because of a woman, and it seemed that this was to be the case. In his defence, Napoleon hadn’t known that Odile Renaud was married, but this hadn’t prevented her husband from wanting vengeance.
Upon finding his wife in the arms of another man, Renaud and immediately challenged him to a duel. Napoleon, although a man of honour, knew that it was a pointless exercise and had taken to his heels; with the wronged husband close behind. Napoleon had aimed for the park, in the hope of hiding amongst the trees, calling Illya on the communicator as he went. Unfortunately, he somehow got himself turned around and was surprised when Renaud had step out in front of him. Both men had drawn their weapons.
That had been a good five minutes ago, though it seemed like hours to the two men. Neither of them spoke; both concentrating on watching out for any sign of a trigger about to be pulled. Although Napoleon was quite prepared to defend himself, he really didn’t want to fire first. His gun was loaded with bullets, and although the man who wanted to kill him had a legitimate reason for wanting to, he was an innocent.
From out of the darkness he heard the tell-tale, and very welcome ‘pfft’ of a sleep dart being fired. Half a second later, Pierre Renaud was out for the count. Illya Kuryakin stepped out from the trees and relieved the unconscious man of his gun. Even in the diminished light, Napoleon could see the look of smug superiority on the Russian’s face.
“It wasn’t my fault,” he asserted.
“I look forward to hearing about it,” Illya replied flatly. “You realise that I will have to explain why I used up a dart outside of an assignment.”
“Can’t you say you were defending yourself after being ambushed?”
“The CEA wants me to lie,” gasped Illya, with faux consternation. “I am astonished.”
“Illya!”
“Let us get this gentleman home, and then I will tell you my blackmail terms.
.
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