"Saving April, sort of" for April is all about April Dancer

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Mark Slate was in a near panic as he searched for his missing partner.

She’d been taken prisoner by the very man they were sent to capture, Professor Hamish MacPherson, a noted T.H.R.U.S.H. scientist whose latest plan to subdue humanity was nearing its completion.

What that plan was exactly, no one knew for sure, but intelligence had confirmed a lot of chatter in regards to it on the the supposedly secure THRUSH airwaves.

Their triad codes had again been secured by Kuryakin and Solo, at near cost to their lives, and as they were recuperating in the Medical Suite in New York, the team of Slate and Dancer had been sent to find MacPherson.

“Overseas relay, Channel D,” Slate whispered into his communicator.

“Yes Mr. Slate, what have you to report,” Waverly responded in his usual brusque manner.

“Sir, I’m sorry to say that Miss Dancer is still missing and since I’m unable to locate the Professor, it’s my suspicion that he has her.”

“Well find them both and do it quickly Mr. Slate. Time is of the essence, as chatter has indicated that MacPherson's scheme is due to be launched within the next twenty-four hours.”

“Yes sir, out.”

“Oh bother,” Slate mumbled. He had no idea where to begin.

His communicator suddenly called to him.

“Slate here.”

“Mark it’s Napoleon,” he was calling from his hospital bed with both legs in casts and a bandage over one of his eyes. “I just heard about April.”

“Yeah, mate. I’m in a bit of a quandary”

Kuryakin who was in the bed next to Solo called out.

“Was she wearing her charm bracelet when you last saw her?”

Mark scratched his head for a moment. “I think so, why?”

“Because,” Solo answered,” Illya told me he put a tracking device in one of the charms, and if she’s activated it, then voila...you can locate her.

Solo gave him the frequency for the tracker. “Good luck Mark, bring my girl back safe and sound."

That was the first time Solo had publicly alluded to his relationship with Dancer, even though April had already let her partner know what was going on between she and the CEA.

“Will do, and thanks, Slate out.”

He adjusted the signal in his communicator…

.

April dancer was tied to a support beam in the middle of a room filled with electronic devices and what looked like a large laser.

“Och Miss Stewart...if that’s yew’re name Missy. Yew’ll be the first witness to ma plans, and then I’ll be turning ma machine on yew.” MacPherson spoke with a thick Scottish accent.

“It’s Dancer, April Dancer of the U.N.C.L.E. and whatever it is you’re up to, you won’t succeed.”

“Threats Missy? Yew are in no position to be making them, and yewr people dinna even knew where yew are.”

April was busy working her hands behind her back, the first thing she did was activate the new homing disc on her bracelet, by pressing a charm that resembled a Christmas tree charm. The second thing she did was manipulate the sharp edge of another charm, as she began the process of cutting through the ropes that bound her wrists.

“So are you at least going to tell me what your big plan is Professor,” she said, turning on the charm. “You wouldn’t send a girl to her death and not at least tell her the where’s and why’s...would you?”

The Professor, like all of his T.H.R.U.S.H. cohorts loved to brag, but this time he relegated the task to his underling.

“Mr. Smithers?”

“Yes sir?”

“If yew would be so kind to dew the honors?”

“With pleasure sir. You see with this laser we’re going to activate a series of satellites orbiting in space, they each have their own lasers mounted to them and when activated they will fire on strategic targets located around the world, specifically Washington D.C. Moscow, Paris, London, Peking, and Tokyo, just to name a few.  Once they fall, the United Nations will be sent our demands which are to surrender all control to THRUSH or we will continue to destroy the major cities of the world and the people living there.”

“You people really are insane, you know that?”

“No Miss Dancer, not at all,” Smithers countered. “It’s a shame a beautiful woman such as yourself will not be around to see the establishment of the new world order.”

“I’d rather be dead than to see you succeed.”

"Oh I think we'll be obliging you quite soon Miss..."

At that exact moment April pulled free of her bindings, kicking Smithers in the chin with the pointy toe of her boot. His head whipped backwards and he toppled to the floor. As a guard charged her she spun into a round house kick, landing it right into his gut. He bent doubled over with a loud 'ooof' and she karate chopped him to the neck, knocking him out.

MacPherson though came up behind her, pinning April’s arms.

“Nice try Missy, but ah told yew, ye nae wouldna win.”

April raised her right leg high, and brought the heel of her boot, smashing down hard on his foot, and catching him off guard. He released her arms and she spun round, hitting him in the adam’s apple with her fist, killing him.

She stepped over the body without a second thought and headed straight for the laser.  Pulling a pineapple charm from her bracelet; she jammed it into the machine and ran for cover.

Ducking behind the control panel, she covered her ears as she counted down .
”5-4-3-2-1..."

BOOM!”

The auburn haired agent stood, dusting off her blue spandex jumpsuit as the smoke cleared.

“April!” She heard Mark’s voice call from behind her. He’d heard the explosion and rushed in, hoping against hope his partner was still alive.

“Over here Mark darling.”

“Are you all right? I zeroed in on your homing signal and got here as fast as I could.”

“Well you missed the show, but your timing is still impeccable. Let’s go home. MacPherson is dead and his scheme is too. Well, will be once UNCLE destroys the satellites armed with lasers he has orbiting the planet."

Slate reached out wrapping his arm around April’s shoulders, giving her a supportive squeeze.

“Oy, that’s my partner,” he grinned at her.

“All in a day’s work darling, but unfortunately a woman’s work is never done.”

“Make that an agent’s work, April.”

“You’re right Mark, I like the sound of that better.”

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thanks for a well done action fic, with a nice touch of Napoleon/April. Good Mark pov, too.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you for your kind comment! April is really coming into her own; no more damsel in distress!