Snapshots~ "Waiting for Spring"

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The Thrush agent stared out the narrow slit in the window, watching the snow as it drifted to the ground. He sighed.

"I have to admit, I'm getting tired of this snow. It's less than five days to Spring. I want to see green again. I've been stationed here in Iceland too long."

Napoleon Solo sat patiently listening to the man, until he found a point in the complaining to interject a few words that might get him out of his predicament.

"You know if you were to let me go, I could see to it, after your debrief, that UNCLE put you in a safe house in a nice tropical location of your choice. How does that sound?" His eyes widened in anticipation of a positive reaction.

"Nice try Solo, but I have on reliable sources that THRUSH is sending me to my next assignment in a nice warm place."

"And would that be hell?" Napoleon jabbed.

"You've got a real smart mouth for someone who's going to die very soon."

"You can't blame me for trying," he cocked an eyebrow in response.

"Shut up Solo, leave me have a little peace while I wait for my relief, then I'm out the door and off to..."

" And that would be...?"

"Almost got me to tell you, but not quite." The agent laughed. "Not that it really matters, since you're a deadman anyway...so I'll satisfy your curiosity Solo. I'm headed to Tahiti, the location of our newest satrap. An ultra modern facility and completely up to date with the latest technology. And I get to use it and bask in the tropical sun too."

Napoleon smiled, satisfied he'd gotten the information with little to no effort for once.

There was a knock on the door.

"That'll be my relief," the Thrushie grinned. He unlocked it and a man in a blue, fur-trimmed parka stepped inside.

"About time you showed up! I am so out of here."

"Not quite yet," the man said, dropping his hood and revealing his face.

Of course it was Kuryakin, Napoleon knew his partner had been lurking about outside waiting to get the drop on the relief agent.

Illya raised his gun, "I think you need to release Mr. Solo and cuff yourself to the chair.

"Aw crap," the agent blurted out. "Come on you two, give me a break, please?"

"Two minutes ago you were talking about killing me off and now you want us to cut you a break?" Napoleon chided him. "Tsk tsk, wanting to be able to have your cake and eat it too...not going to happen."

"You will be coming back to UNCLE with us to have a nice little chat," Illya added, leaning very closely to him, and giving him one of those special 'Kuryakin' looks.

"I won't talk."

"You already did, since you bragged about the new satrap in Tahiti," Napoleon reminded him. "Now if you tell us more, we'll set you up in that nice tropical safe house I talked about, where a certain flock of birds can't find you."

"Napoleon, we will not be going anywhere for a while,"Illya said, peeking out the window. "I think the snow storm is now becoming a blizzard."

"That's no problem, our friend can start singing like a Thrush here instead of waiting to get to headquarters."

"Fine...say is there anything to eat? I am starving," the Russian said as he removed his parka, and threw some extra logs on the fire..."And what is your name?" He asked the Thrushman.

"It's Eddie. Um, yeah there's some cans of chicken soup in the larder, a loaf of rúgbrauð rye bread, some dried fruit, cheese and tins of sardines and oh yes, harðfiskur -dried fish too."

"Any coffee or tea?"

"Both and I think some Ovalmatine too."

"A veritable feast," Napoleon grinned. He prepared the food for them, setting it very nicely on the table for them with paper napkins and even a small candle stuck in a bottle in the center,  for atmosphere.

"Dinner is served," he said to Illya, who sat down and started digging in with relish.

"Hey, what about me?" Eddie whined.

"Ah, you'll have to 'sing' for your supper my friend," Napoleon took a bite of the rúgbrauð. "This is quite tasty..."

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I like that and I'm sure Napoleon and Illya would be amused too! thanks :D