Spy vs. Spy for Carabele
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Napoleon Solo awoke in a completely white room, void of furniture but with a full length mirror on the wall. A doorway of sorts was only visible because of the outline of its shape. He pushed up from the floor, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
Napoleon stared at his reflection, finding that he too was completely in white, wearing a long jacket that belled out at the hem, he had a strangely pointed fedora with a black band on his head, but the most surprising addition to his outfit was a long, conical 'thing' attached like a false nose over his own, seemingly held in place by an elastic strap.
He grabbed hold of it, trying to pull it away from his face, but the ridiculous contrivance wouldn't move. Napoleon quickly gave up on that and focused his attention to extricating himself from the room.
He slapped his pockets, hoping he might have been given some sort of tools, perhaps as part of this charade.
Napoleon felt something, and searched his pocket, finding a miniature stack of red dynamite with a time, neatly tucked away along with a box of matches.
The clock was ticking, with less than a minute to go...
Hurriedly he placed it against the door, and boom! It was a small explosion, but substantial enough to blow the door wide open.
Solo stepped out amidst the smoke, finding himself in a darkened room, and unable to see, he felt his way along the walls.
"Ouch," a voice called from the floor,"You are stepping on me, you oaf!" A familiar Russian voice called out.
"Illya?"
"In the flesh, Napoleon. Where are we?"
"Haven't a clue, you know what...follow me back through the door I just blew. At least there's light in there."
Illya did as his partner instructed, and as soon as he became visible, he saw that he was dressed identically to Solo, but all in black, and sported the strange nose piece as well.
"What are these ridiculous outfits?" He blurted out, attempting to remove the nose-cone, and like Napoleon, he had no success, but thinking that whoever had done this at least got the colors right for each of them.
"You don't recognize them?" Napoleon asked.
"If I did, I would not have asked," Illya shot back.
"They're characters from a comic strip in 'Mad Magazine' called Spy versus Spy. The cartoon is a commentary on its Cuban expatriate creators views of Castro's regime and the CIA."
They're two spies, who are completely identical except for the fact that one is dressed in white and the other black, and are constantly at odds with each other, using a variety of booby-traps to inflict harm on the other. They sort of take turns at winning...it's a pretty amusing series."
"Amusing not withstanding, I wonder how it is we are now in the guise of these characters, and to what purpose?" Illya asked while walking around the white room, lightly rapping on the walls.
"You would not happen to have another explosive device on you?" The Russian asked.
"No, but if you check one of your pockets, I'll be there's a little black explosive cannon ball with a fuse there," Napoleon chuckled, "That's if whoever is doing this is following the cartoon strip correctly.
Illya reached into his pocket, finding exactly what his partner described.
"Hmm, I need a match."
"Ask and ye shall receive," Napoleon offered the box he'd found in his pocket and used to light the fuse on his dynamite.
Illya's eyebrows raised, but that was his only reaction he gave as he took the matches and lit his pseudo bomb and setting it beside the wall where he'd heard a hollow sound when he'd knocked on it.
When the smoke cleared, another room was revealed, this time full of startled people and a lone, beautiful woman dressed in grey.
Solo grappled with a guard, knocking him out and grabbing his rifle, much to the consternation of the grey lady, he pointed it at her.
"Tsk tsk," Mr. Solo, you're not playing your part correctly, she pouted.
Napoleon approached her, grabbing her at the waist, planting one heck of a kiss on her lips and when he released her, she leaned back against a desk in a daze...
"Come on Illya let's get out of this comic strip before something else happens," he said, opening the only door in the room.
Illya followed obediently and as the two made it out to the very public street, he had only one question.
"And your plan for removing these noses is..." he asked, grabbing and slightly bending the plastic proboscis.
"Oops. Well just hold your hat down in front to cover it I guess?"
And so our two brave heroes headed down the street, catching more stares than they would care to admit.
A passerby, holding a Mad Magazine. caught their attention and asked for an autograph...
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