section7mfu | Round Robin: The You Don't Have a Partner Affair: Chapter 11

Illya waited until Angelique disappeared around the corner before heading toward the room. Figuring there would be a monitor in Napoleon’s room as there was in his, he opened the door only a crack. A man was sitting facing the other way so Illya finished opening the door quickly heading for the operator.

“Forget something, Angelique?” the operator asked as he turned toward the door only to be greeted by a fist.

Illya used a hard downward strike across the bridge of the nose causing a clean cartilage break followed by using the base of the palm of his hand to strike the top of the nose at the precise angle driving the broken shaft of cartilage directly under and along the remaining cartilage left above the break guiding the bottom shaft through the very tiny passage allowing it to bypass the protective plate and pierce the brain. A precise and difficult technique that UNCLE had insisted all agents learn had the Thrush agent dead on the floor.

Quickly he headed toward the bed holding his partner. Hoping that Napoleon had also recognized that the situation was a hallucination, he yanked the headphone off the agent. A moment later Napoleon’s eyes began to blink open. “Illya?”

“Yes, now we need to get out of here before your girlfriend returns,” Illya said helping Napoleon sit up. “Can you stand?”

“Of course,” Napoleon said as he stood right up before landing on the floor. “I guess that should have been no. How is it you can be moving so well?”

“Sorry. I came out of the hallucinations slowly. The shock to your body has not caught up to your mind yet. I get you the operator’s clothes while you relax for a moment.”   Helping his partner up on the bed, Illya went over to the dead man.

“What do you think they want from us?” Napoleon asked fighting off waves of dizziness.

“My mind Waverly was looking for the report from our last assignment. They don’t seem to be aware that we gave our verbal report before stopping last night." Handing the clothes to his partner, “Need help with them?”

“I can manage. The assignment was important but not that significant to go through all this trouble to retrieve it.   Any ideas Illya?” The American slowly put on the clothes resting frequently.

“While coming out of the hallucinations I thought about it.   I believe we saw or heard something we did not recognize as noteworthy. Something that they need to know if we passed on or not.”

“Possible, but I really can’t think of anything that we may have accidentally uncovered that would have been worth the expense and elaborate game their playing with us. Help me up. Before we escape, I think we need to make sure to destroy this base before they use this on others.”

Illya rubbed his hands together, “Let me take a look at the control panel.”

As the dizziness decreased, Napoleon walked over by the Russian who was flipping switches, turning dials and swearing. He was moving the operator’s body behind the control panel when he heard.

“Зрозумів” Illya yelled out as all the lights on the board starting flashing red.

“Success?”

“We better move if we don’t wish to go up with the building,” Illya headed toward the door.

As he reached for the doorknob, it opened.   Angelique and a man in a lab coat stood with guns pointed at them.
“Going someplace boys?” She asked.