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section7mfu“They could be anywhere in that crowd,” stated junior Thrush agent Gregory Carson, as he searched the masked revellers of Mardi Gras. “How are we supposed to spot Solo or Kuryakin?”
“I will know them,” replied his superior.
“Especially Solo I imagine,” sneered Carson. “given how well you know him, Angelique.”
“Pay attention to your job,” the blonde replied coldly, as she retouched her face powder.
Angelique couldn’t deny that Carson had a point, but she wasn’t about to let the snotty brat know that. She also wasn’t going to let him know that she had spotted their targets five minutes ago. Ironically, it was the wretched Russian who she noticed first. His gait, when he wasn’t actively taking notice of it, had a recognisable list to it. Of course, as soon as she had picked him out, Napoleon was easy to spot.
He really should take that ring off if he’s trying to hide, she thought to herself.
Both of the U.N.C.L.E. men were wearing casual clothing and, along with many others, had donned unicorn masks. Being a seasoned operative, Angelique was well aware of the reason for the choice of mask. It made it much easier to blend with all the others. Masks which were markedly different drew the eye of anyone watching.
“Are you going to be able to kill him?” Carson asked, breaking into Angelique’s thoughts.
“That is our assignment,” she almost snarled. “But we need to find him and his gloomy comrade first.”
The truth be told, Angelique was reluctant to carry out the orders she had been given. For all she was loyal to the hierarchy, and all it stood for, Napoleon was too much fun to waste. She had no doubt that she had been given this assignment deliberately, but she had no wish to carry it through. All she had to do was hope that Cason didn’t see them. Not that she had any problem with assassinating the Russian but, as he and Napoleon were together, it would be easier to let him live too.
Without making it too obvious, she watched the two men disappear around a corner and mentally breathed a sigh of relief. Her superior wouldn’t be happy, but she knew how to persuade a man to forgive her. If necessary, she would find a way of laying the blame at Carson’s feet.
Down the street, and around the corner, Napoleon and Illya removed the masks.
“Did you see Angelique back there?” asked Illya.
“Yes,” Solo answered. “Next time I see her, I’ll make sure to thank her properly for letting us go?”
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“I will know them,” replied his superior.
“Especially Solo I imagine,” sneered Carson. “given how well you know him, Angelique.”
“Pay attention to your job,” the blonde replied coldly, as she retouched her face powder.
Angelique couldn’t deny that Carson had a point, but she wasn’t about to let the snotty brat know that. She also wasn’t going to let him know that she had spotted their targets five minutes ago. Ironically, it was the wretched Russian who she noticed first. His gait, when he wasn’t actively taking notice of it, had a recognisable list to it. Of course, as soon as she had picked him out, Napoleon was easy to spot.
He really should take that ring off if he’s trying to hide, she thought to herself.
Both of the U.N.C.L.E. men were wearing casual clothing and, along with many others, had donned unicorn masks. Being a seasoned operative, Angelique was well aware of the reason for the choice of mask. It made it much easier to blend with all the others. Masks which were markedly different drew the eye of anyone watching.
“Are you going to be able to kill him?” Carson asked, breaking into Angelique’s thoughts.
“That is our assignment,” she almost snarled. “But we need to find him and his gloomy comrade first.”
The truth be told, Angelique was reluctant to carry out the orders she had been given. For all she was loyal to the hierarchy, and all it stood for, Napoleon was too much fun to waste. She had no doubt that she had been given this assignment deliberately, but she had no wish to carry it through. All she had to do was hope that Cason didn’t see them. Not that she had any problem with assassinating the Russian but, as he and Napoleon were together, it would be easier to let him live too.
Without making it too obvious, she watched the two men disappear around a corner and mentally breathed a sigh of relief. Her superior wouldn’t be happy, but she knew how to persuade a man to forgive her. If necessary, she would find a way of laying the blame at Carson’s feet.
Down the street, and around the corner, Napoleon and Illya removed the masks.
“Did you see Angelique back there?” asked Illya.
“Yes,” Solo answered. “Next time I see her, I’ll make sure to thank her properly for letting us go?”
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