section7mfu | The ABC Affair 2019- Y is for Yat

Napoleon slowly rose from his chair, tucking the personnel folder under his left arm, holding it there. He walked deliberately to the gate, though he had no intention of letting Angelique inside the compound.

“And how did you find me, may I ask,” he spoke in barely a whisper, not wanting anything heard on the surveillance cameras. Before she answered him he opened his communicator and called Kripke.

“Yes sir?”

“Cut the audio and video feed for the camera directed at the gate please.”

“But Mister Solo…”

“No buts, I'm giving you a direct order.”

“Yes sir, I’ll do it right now.”

Solo heard Kripke give the order.

“Done Mister Solo.”

“Now direct the camera away from the door.”

"But it's off sir..."There was a distinct pause. “Done sir.”

“Good job. I’ll let you know when to resume surveillance on the gate. Solo out.”

Napoleon looked to Angelique, and eyed her up and down; she was wearing a l sleeveless white linen button down dress with a quite a few of the top buttons left open. She had on a pair of high heeled shoes, the kind that just screamed ‘fuck me,’ as they accentuated her calves, and mader her derriere jut outwards.

“I’ll repeat my question, how did you find me?”

“Darling, you know I just have this sort of natural homing instinct when it comes to my favorite lover.”

Of course that answer didn’t satisfy him. “What do you want?”

“Tsk, why the brusk treatment?”

“It’s Lent, you know when people give up things and atone for their sins?”

“Oh please, don’t tell me you gave up sex for that silly belief?”

“As a matter of fact I did.

The look on her perfectly made up face was one of pure astonishment.

“Well since you won’t make love to me, at least come out and have a drink with me. Something cool as this abominable humidity is simply too much to bear.” She fussed with her coiffed hair that was a little mussed, something was unaccustomed to seeing her that way.

“You never answered my question, again why are you here.”

“Come have that drink with me and I’ll tell you.”

“Fine, just give me a minute. Solo went into the office, securing the new agent’s file in a locked cabinet. He handed the key to Kripke. “You’re not to open that. Only Mister Kuryakin and myself will have access to it.”

“Yes sir,” Kripke swallowed hard. Though he was curious about the new agent, he knew not to cross Solo.

Napoleon set up his communicator again, this time contacting his partner.

“Kuryakin here.” Illya was relaxing bed, reading a copy of the Picayune-Times newpaper.

“To use the Nawlins vernacular where y’at, tovarisch.”

“Y’at as in where am I at? The answer is my hotel room. Why do you ask?”

“Get to the field office to check in Agent Angelus as I might not be back in time. I have a visitor and I want to find out what she’s up to.”

There was a rather pregnant pause, “Do not tell me...Angelique?”

“The one and only.”

“I asked you not to tell me,” Illya huffed.”Why do I have a feeling your vow of celibacy is going to be short lived?” Kuryakin suspected she was the possible storm he was sensing.

“Oh ye of little faith. Solo out.”

Napoleon told Kripke to turn on the surveillance again as he left to have his meeting with Angelique.

***

“Now see, that’s much better,” she smiled as he leaned in, giving her a peck on the cheek. “There’s a cute little bistro around the corner, why don’t we go there?”

“And how about we go to the restaurant in the hotel Monteleone instead," he countered."Nothing like a little better atmosphere for you to fill me in on some secrets." His unspoken reasoning was to go to a location of his choice, just in case Angelique was up to no good and thinking there might be a trap laid for him at that bistro; she was after all an agent of T.H.R.U.S.H.

“Oh I just adore your thinking, that’s quite an upgrade from just having a drink at a silly little bistro.

“Life has its perks now and then." He offered her his arm.

Once at the restaurant they had their drinks as well as an order of oysters Rockefelle,r which few knew had been invented in New Orleans. Oysters were also considered an aphrodisiac...

It didn’t take long before they ended upstairs in Napoleon’s room, and there on the sofa they did a little heavy necking and groping. Finally he undid her dress, and with a practiced hand he opened her brassiere with a flick of his fingers.

She shimmied out of her clothing, letting it drop to the floor, revealing that she was wearing no panties and only a white lace garter belt along with her stockings.

"Letting things air out, he whispered as he nibbled on her ear lobe.

"In this heat, of course darling."

As they kissed, she peeled away the layers of clothing Napoleon wore until he was naked. Scooping her up into his arms with ease, he brought her to his bed and there they made love, dozed and made love again.

“You realize you made me ruin my Lenten penance,” he whispered.

“I did not, you did it yourself. You ordered the oysters, and suggested I come up to your room with you and you started kissing me and letting your hands roam. I must admit it was divine.” She reached for the telephone on the night stand and called Room Service?

"Yes, can you send up a bottle of your best champagne to room 303."

“Oh really, my fault? Well, what’s done is done," Napoleon rolled over, facing her leaning his head in his hand while his arm rested on the pillow. "Now, isn’t it about time you told me why you’re here in New Orleans?”

“Oh yes, that. Word traveled fast that you took down our little satrapy and discovered the mole THRUSH had embedded in your field office.”

“You’re not telling me anything I didn’t already know…” he began kissing Angelique on the throat, working his way down her body, until she began to squirm.”

“I just wanted to know what happened to Pride and LaCroix, that’s all.”

“And nothing about Miss Georgia Couture?”

“Oh that little slut, she hasn’t a clue what she’s doing. UNCLE can have her as far as I’m concerned.”

“Down girl, time to retract the claws. Do I detect a bit of the green eyed monster in you.”

“There’s only one thing I want in me and you know what it is Napoleon Solo.”

“Happy to oblige ma’am.”

“Don’t call me that, I’m not your mother!” Angelique giggled.

“No you’re definitely not...Mmmmm.”

It was nearly five o’clock when Napoleon came up for air. “Sorry,” he looked at his watch.” I really need to go.”

“Mmm, yes. Sadly as do I.” Angelique gathered her clothing and quickly dressed, but not before she planted a tiny pin beneath the back of the collar on Napoleon’s white jacket.

Solo helped her buttom up her dress, and he while doing so he too stuck a bug beneath the collar. It was a case of great minds thinking alike.

He saw her down to the lobby and headed off to the field office to meet Agent Angelus. Napoleon thought it rather odd, Angelique showing up for a ridiculous reason, and now their new agent’s last name was Angelus. He wondered if this was the trouble with which Illya was concerned.

“Nah,” he waved his hand thinking to himself that it was mere coincidence. Then again Illya would say there was no such thing as coincidence when it came to THRUSH. Only time would tell if that were true.

Once back in the office, Solo indicated the others remain quiet as he took a radiofrequency detector from one of the desk drawers and ran it across his body.

“Tsk,” he clicked his tongue as he located the bug his lover had planted and removing it from his collar he dropped it into a nearby glass of water. "Courtesy of Angelique."

Mark and April were there as well but unlike Illya they were unaware La Chien had shown herself.

“You’re kidding? She was with you?” April snapped.

“If you mean in the biblical sense, then yes,” Napoleon answered her as if he were merely telling her the time.

“Son of a…gun!” She started to curse but restrained herself. April reached over and drew a long blonde hair from the shoulder of Solo’s jacket. It was obviously not Illya’s.

“Listen, it’s all right," Napoleon said."I planted one of our bugs on her. Valmont tune into the frequency 398.605 MHz.”

Valmont did so, and they heard Angelique La Chien’s voice. “Yes they have Cassius and Nathaniel as well as that useless Georgia Couture. No doubt they’ll be taken to the UNCLE prison in the Antarctic.”

She was obviously talking on a telephone, and they were unable to hear to whom she was speaking.

“Yes I understand darling. So New Orleans is out then. Fine, we move to Florida, at least the beachers are nicer there. Must you send me? Good, thank you. I prefer a little less humid climate, it's great for the complexion but not for my hair. Very well, I will meet with you in New York. A bientot.”

She hung up the telephone receiver. “Did you get that Napoleon darling? I’ll see you in New York.” Suddenly Angelique screamed. There was a thud and she moaned.

“Napoleon Solo what did you do to me! “There was a loud squeal as she must have crushed the listening device.

“Well how about that,”April laughed. “These voodoo dolls really do work.”

She held up the little cloth gingerbread doll she’d bought. A small photo of Angelique’s face had been pinned to it with the single strand of blonde hair wrapped around the neck. Protruding from the rear end of the doll were the two long hat pins.

All heads turned, looking at April. No one knew what to say, least of all Napoleon Solo.