When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Six (B)

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I'm having to post in two parts due to length.

llya's carefully made plans don't quite go right!

Link to Part Six (A): http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/221830.html

Second Section of Part Six Below The Cut.

Mark and April were outside and looked in through the large window at the front of the office. Napoleon joined Rebecca and Illya inside.

The THRUSH agent was awake now and looking for a way to escape.

”Who are you working for? And where’s  your base?” Napoleon asked.

Gamble glared at him with contempt.

“Like I’m going to tell you anything,” he snarled.

“Oh, I think you will, and quite willingly I might add,” Illya replied.

“You can do your worst, but I won’t reveal anything to the likes of you. Your truth serums won’t work either. You might like to know we cracked your latest versions and it won’t have any effect on me.”

“Well lucky for you, we’re not like you thugs, we don’t need to beat it out of you.” Napoleon looked to Illya. “Partner mine, it looks like it’s back to the drawing board for you again too.”

Illya sighed, rolling his eyes. “That will be the third version this year. They are getting too good at figuring out my formulas. It is a good job you are here Rebecca.”  He called to her

The THRUSH agent spat at them. “Ha. What’s she going to do? Charm it out of me?”

“Actually, in a way, yes.” Napoleon grinned.

“Seduction won’t work either; you are wasting your time.”

Illya smiled with a dark look in his eyes, staring straight at Gamble.

“Oh, it will not be seduction, I can assure you of that, but I doubt very much that your organisation has yet developed any resistance therapy against my colleagues’ particular methods.”

“So you’re getting your girlfriends to do your dirty work for you, huh?”

“Miss Andrews is very good at what she does and has one of the highest success rates in the whole of the UNCLE organisation. You, my THRUSH friend, should be very honoured; usually she only works with your top ranking members, not the low-lifes such as yourself.”

Richard was now starting to become uncomfortable, he looked up at her. She didn’t seem threatening; he couldn't see how she would get anything from him. He admired her beauty and thought about what he would like to do to her as a leer spread across his face as he imagined it.

Rebecca walked over to him.  Illya and Napoleon backed away, quietly perching themselves on the desk in front of the window, and leaving her do her work but ready to help if she needed it.

Richard saw the female agent take something from around her neck, and he strained to see what it was. She had a locket on a chain and was looking at it.

“Why is she choosing a time like this to look at her necklace?” He wondered to himself.

Curious, he tried to peek at it. Rebecca saw that and held it up for him to see it better.

"Pretty isn’t it? It’s very special to me”.

It was the first time he heard her speak and he found her voice soothing, it was lyrical, song-like and very relaxing.

“Would you like to see it a bit closer? Here have a look.”

The locket was swinging slightly back and forth and the light reflecting on its surface made it mesmerising to watch; he couldn’t take his eyes from it.

“It has an engraving on the front called a Celtic Knot, it has no beginning and no end; it's everlasting, like the love of the person who gave this to me.”

The locket was still swinging slightly and it held his attention solidly.

She kept talking to him in her sing-song voice.

“It was a gift from my Mother when I was seven, I felt so grown up to be given such a special piece of jewellery and I have treasured it ever since. My best memories as a child are when I was seven or eight, do you remember being that age?”

Richard tried to think that far back, he felt compelled to; the voice was speaking about things he used to do when he was around that age.

“It’s the age when you always told the truth to your mother. You never told lies to your mum when you were seven did you? The pain of hurting her if you fibbed would be too much to bear for such a good little boy.”

Rebecca could see that he was nearly ready to cooperate, though he didn’t know it.

“Now I know that you are going to be a good boy and tell Mother the truth now, aren’t you?”

In Richard Gambles mind, he was sitting down, looking at his mother standing right there in front of him. He was amazed to find he was in the kitchen of his childhood home.  She smiled at him and ruffled his hair like she used to do, he felt safe, protected, and he smiled back at her.  He loved her so dearly.

“Richard, what have you been doing today?”

What Richard thought he was saying, was not what was leaving his lips. Rebecca had him in a hypnotic trance where he believed that his mother, normally the one person in his life that he would tell his innermost secrets to, was asking him what he had been doing.

The answers he thought he was giving were a child’s simple ones, what was actually being spoken was more pertinent and revealing.

“Richard, what have you been doing today?”

He thought he said, ‘I was playing a game with some friends.’ What he actually said was, “following the orders of THRUSH.”

“What did you have to do?”

Thinking, ‘I had to find my friends, they were hiding.’ He said, “I was told to remove the two UNCLE agents Solo and Kuryakin.”

“How were you to do this?” Rebecca asked.

Thinking, ‘Scamp helped me, he followed their scent’ he actually said “I was given one of our new miniature dart guns and told to aim for the neck, it would take about half an hour for the drug to work.”

“Why were you told to do this?”

‘It was my turn to seek, I was the first one to be found in the last game.’ “THRUSH found out about the plane trip, it was a good opportunity to eliminate them.”

“Who gave the orders?”

“Paul Vicary.”

Rebecca glanced over to Illya and Napoleon, fighting to keep her racing heart calm. She couldn’t let her voice change or he would come out of the trance he was in. Surely the name must be just a coincidence; it couldn’t be April’s last boyfriend, could it?

“What link is he to THRUSH?”

“He is the head of my Satrap”

“Where is this Satrap?”

“We are starting a new one here in Ireland, near Killeagy.”

She again looked over to her colleagues; they heard this too and were listening intently.

“How long have you been constructing it?”

“We started six months ago. We are utilising some old abandoned mine workings.”

“When do you think it will be completed?”

“It is scheduled to be finished within the next eight months.”

“Is Cormac a member of THRUSH?”

“No, we just used him, he’s loyal to UNCLE.”

“OK, Richard, you’ve been a good boy.”

Rebecca brought the locket to a stop and fastened it back around her neck, she went over to the two agents and leaned against Illya, he put his arms around her.

“He will come out of it after about 5 minutes”

“I never tire of watching you interrogate vozlyublennyy.”

“It would have been easier if we had the tape, I could have gotten more from him.”

Rebecca and Illya had developed a cassette tape of her hypnotic voice that would be played to THRUSH agents in the holding cell, priming them, so they would be ready for her suggestive hypnotism.

April came into the office with Mark and Cormac, having watched Becca at work through the window.

“I’ve never seen an interrogation like that before. No wonder you’re sought after, you certainly do get the answers.” April looked away. “Even ones you don’t want to hear”

Rebecca went over to April and put her arm around her.

“Do you really think it is your Paul?”

April looked at the others.

“Yes, I do. The more I think about it, things that didn’t make sense at the time are now becoming clear.”

“It was a bit strange that he should leave you so suddenly, the night before this trip. He must have left as soon as he found out,” Illya interjected.

Napoleon’s face showed his concern. “We must be getting a bit lax in our personnel security checks to have missed him being a member of THRUSH.”

Richard was coming around from his interrogation and in minutes was fully awake. He saw the UNCLE agents in the room with him speaking with each other and assumed that they didn’t get anything from him.

“I told you that you wouldn’t get anything from me, your interrogation techniques have no affect on me.”

Gamble gave Rebecca his full, lecherous attention.

“I’ll have to show you how THRUSH interrogates women, you might learn something.”

Rebecca cooly walked over to him.

“Oh, but you gave me more information than you’ll ever know and you know what will happen to you when THRUSH finds out.”

Richard spat, and sneered at her with contempt.

“I would not do that again if I were you. I may not be as ‘pleasant’ as my friend here is.” Illya turned to his partner “What do we do with him?”

“Oh, I think he’s fairly secure for the moment. We’ll arrange for an escort to take him to headquarters in London. They can deal with him.” Napoleon turned to Cormac. “Have you been taught to handle a gun?”

Cormac looked at the man tied to the chair, swallowed and looked back to Napoleon.

“That was one of the things I was quite good at, apart from fixing planes and choppers. But I never thought I would need to use one.” He walked over to the desk, opened a drawer and took out his UNCLE special.

“I think it would be a good idea to keep your gun with you at all times, you never know when you might need it,” Illya advised the Irishman. “I take it you do have a shoulder holster?”

Napoleon grinned at his partner as he watched Cormac lift the holster from the drawer as well, put it on with ease and then checked his gun.

“If Gamble so much as sneezes, dart him, Cormac,” Napoleon said. "I'll contact London HQ and have him picked up. They should be here in about an hour and a half.”

Cormac sat on the desk opposite the prisoner and settled down for the wait.

"Where are you going, what are you going to do now?” Cormac asked.

“Well, my friends and I have a new satrapy to find. Keep a close eye on this one and don’t believe anything he tells you,” replied Becca.

They all walked out from the office and across the hangar to the waiting Learjet, where Lizzie and Penny were patiently waiting, The agents knew now their short vacation was unfortunately cut short, as they needed to decide on a plan of action.

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Interesting way to get info, very nice