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section7mfu“Have you got it?” asked Napoleon.
He and Illya were packing up ready to go to the airport. They were heading back to New York to report on their latest assignment in New Orleans.
“Got what?” Illya was momentarily puzzled before realising what Napoleon was talking about. “Oh, you mean the. . . Yes. It is in my carry-on bag.”
“Take good care of it. You know how the Old Man gets.”
Illya nodded solemnly. He would protect his bag as though his life depended on it.
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Upon arrival at headquarters, the two men gave their suitcases to a member of the support staff to take to their office. Illya clung onto the carry-on bag as they made their way straight to Waverly’s office. He had cossetted it all the way, even gaining some worried looks from the air stewardesses. Luckily, Napoleon had noticed their apprehension and had quietly let them know that his friend was ‘afraid of flying’, and that the bag was like a security blanket to him. This had appeased the women, but had caused consternation for Illya. He had preferred their uneasiness to the over-friendliness he was consequently bombarded with.
Once in the large office, Illya opened the bag, and produced the object he had been guarding so diligently. With great care eh placed it in front of his boss. Mr Waverly picked it up and examined it closely.
The porcelain object was moulded into the shape of a pelican, and was mounted on a shallow, square plinth. It measured six inches high, and the base was three inches from edge to edge. On the front of the plinth was a small plaque which bore the legend ‘A Gift from New Orleans’. In the opinion of the three men present, it was an ugly, and quite tacky object.
“Did you have any difficulty, gentlemen?”
“No Sir,” Napoleon replied. “It was remarkably easy to procure.”
“Is it what you wanted?” Illya asked.
“Indeed it is, Mr Kuryakin,” Waverly told him. “Thank you both. My wife was devastated when our grandson broke the one I bought her twenty years ago. This is an exact replacement.”
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He and Illya were packing up ready to go to the airport. They were heading back to New York to report on their latest assignment in New Orleans.
“Got what?” Illya was momentarily puzzled before realising what Napoleon was talking about. “Oh, you mean the. . . Yes. It is in my carry-on bag.”
“Take good care of it. You know how the Old Man gets.”
Illya nodded solemnly. He would protect his bag as though his life depended on it.
..................................................................
Upon arrival at headquarters, the two men gave their suitcases to a member of the support staff to take to their office. Illya clung onto the carry-on bag as they made their way straight to Waverly’s office. He had cossetted it all the way, even gaining some worried looks from the air stewardesses. Luckily, Napoleon had noticed their apprehension and had quietly let them know that his friend was ‘afraid of flying’, and that the bag was like a security blanket to him. This had appeased the women, but had caused consternation for Illya. He had preferred their uneasiness to the over-friendliness he was consequently bombarded with.
Once in the large office, Illya opened the bag, and produced the object he had been guarding so diligently. With great care eh placed it in front of his boss. Mr Waverly picked it up and examined it closely.
The porcelain object was moulded into the shape of a pelican, and was mounted on a shallow, square plinth. It measured six inches high, and the base was three inches from edge to edge. On the front of the plinth was a small plaque which bore the legend ‘A Gift from New Orleans’. In the opinion of the three men present, it was an ugly, and quite tacky object.
“Did you have any difficulty, gentlemen?”
“No Sir,” Napoleon replied. “It was remarkably easy to procure.”
“Is it what you wanted?” Illya asked.
“Indeed it is, Mr Kuryakin,” Waverly told him. “Thank you both. My wife was devastated when our grandson broke the one I bought her twenty years ago. This is an exact replacement.”
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Date: 2019-03-21 10:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-03-22 12:09 pm (UTC)I'm sure they'll be going straight back there, LOL.
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Date: 2019-03-22 02:29 pm (UTC)