Short Affair - Poison - Part One
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section7mfuPrompts – Glass, Flow, Yellow
Napoleon Solo and his partner Illya Kuryakin entered the Del Floria entrance to UNCLE headquarters. Both agents were battered, bruised and dirty. Napoleon was once again lamenting the destruction of his Italian suit. “Why is it always my suit that gets destroyed? I honestly think THRUSH has it out for me!”
Illya rolled his eyes, “Yes Napoleon. I’m sure it’s now a THRUSH directive that they ruin your wardrobe as a scheme to bankrupt UNCLE.”
“You never know partner, that could be it.” Napoleon laughed. He smiled at the receptionist as she pinned his number eleven badge on his torn and dirty lapel. The lovely brunette handed Illya his number two badge. Napoleon turned and headed toward the elevator, “We probably have time to shower and change before we make our report to the Old Man.”
Napoleon didn’t notice lllya stagger and catch himself against the wall as he followed him into the elevator.
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Alexander Waverly studied his two agents as they sat and delivered their verbal report on their recent encounter with THRUSH. Both men were obviously not one hundred percent. Solo had several visible bruises and seemed to be favoring his left shoulder and arm. Kuryakin was paler than usual and seemed slightly distracted.
Napoleon was finishing up his report. “We decided to split up in order to search the lab faster. We wanted to finish before the laboratory staff arrived for their morning shift. I found evidence that THRUSH had decided to relocate to another location next week.”
Napoleon stopped and looked at Illya. Mr. Waverly cleared his throat. “Mr. Kuryakin? Your report?”
Illya started, embarrassed he said “Oh, sorry sir. As Mr. Solo indicated we split up. I headed to the lower level of the building the most likely area for the actual research laboratory to be located. I found the lab. I interrupted two THRUSH scientists and was able to neutralize them. I was unable to find any paperwork on what they were trying to manufacture, placed the charges and retreated to the upper levels. By the time I arrived Mr. Solo had been discovered by security.”
Napoleon finished, “Mr. Kuryakin and I managed to get out with little damage and the lab was destroyed by the charges.”
Waverly frowned, “What you are saying then is one site destroyed but no retrieval of any useful information?”
Napoleon looked down at his hands, “Ummm, Yes Sir. I’m afraid so.”
“Not one of your better affairs, gentlemen. I expect a more detailed written report on my desk tomorrow.”
“Yes Sir.” Napoleon and Illya rose and left the office. They were silent as they walked back to their office in Section Two. They entered and sat at their desks. Napoleon leaned back in his chair and looked at his partner. “Are you alright IK?”
“I’m fine...a bit of a headache.”
“We might as well get a start on the written report.” Napoleon sighed.
Illya jumped up and headed toward the door, “I’m going to go to the commissary. Perhaps I need something to eat. I’ll be right back.” He practically ran out leaving his partner staring at the closing door with concern.
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In a deserted UNCLE lab Illya Kuryakin drew a syringe of blood from his arm. He let the blood flow onto the glass microscope slide. Bending his head over the eyepiece of the scope stared for a long moment. Taking a dropper of fluid from a bottle he put a drop on the slide. The blood turned yellow. Illya sat back frowning. He looked again but nothing had changed.
Taking the slide he threw it into the trash and cleaned his workspace. Taking off his lab coat he pulled on his black suit coat and left. He entered the elevator and rode it to the main floor where he turned in his badge to the receptionist and left UNCLE headquarters.
Napoleon Solo and his partner Illya Kuryakin entered the Del Floria entrance to UNCLE headquarters. Both agents were battered, bruised and dirty. Napoleon was once again lamenting the destruction of his Italian suit. “Why is it always my suit that gets destroyed? I honestly think THRUSH has it out for me!”
Illya rolled his eyes, “Yes Napoleon. I’m sure it’s now a THRUSH directive that they ruin your wardrobe as a scheme to bankrupt UNCLE.”
“You never know partner, that could be it.” Napoleon laughed. He smiled at the receptionist as she pinned his number eleven badge on his torn and dirty lapel. The lovely brunette handed Illya his number two badge. Napoleon turned and headed toward the elevator, “We probably have time to shower and change before we make our report to the Old Man.”
Napoleon didn’t notice lllya stagger and catch himself against the wall as he followed him into the elevator.
*******************
Alexander Waverly studied his two agents as they sat and delivered their verbal report on their recent encounter with THRUSH. Both men were obviously not one hundred percent. Solo had several visible bruises and seemed to be favoring his left shoulder and arm. Kuryakin was paler than usual and seemed slightly distracted.
Napoleon was finishing up his report. “We decided to split up in order to search the lab faster. We wanted to finish before the laboratory staff arrived for their morning shift. I found evidence that THRUSH had decided to relocate to another location next week.”
Napoleon stopped and looked at Illya. Mr. Waverly cleared his throat. “Mr. Kuryakin? Your report?”
Illya started, embarrassed he said “Oh, sorry sir. As Mr. Solo indicated we split up. I headed to the lower level of the building the most likely area for the actual research laboratory to be located. I found the lab. I interrupted two THRUSH scientists and was able to neutralize them. I was unable to find any paperwork on what they were trying to manufacture, placed the charges and retreated to the upper levels. By the time I arrived Mr. Solo had been discovered by security.”
Napoleon finished, “Mr. Kuryakin and I managed to get out with little damage and the lab was destroyed by the charges.”
Waverly frowned, “What you are saying then is one site destroyed but no retrieval of any useful information?”
Napoleon looked down at his hands, “Ummm, Yes Sir. I’m afraid so.”
“Not one of your better affairs, gentlemen. I expect a more detailed written report on my desk tomorrow.”
“Yes Sir.” Napoleon and Illya rose and left the office. They were silent as they walked back to their office in Section Two. They entered and sat at their desks. Napoleon leaned back in his chair and looked at his partner. “Are you alright IK?”
“I’m fine...a bit of a headache.”
“We might as well get a start on the written report.” Napoleon sighed.
Illya jumped up and headed toward the door, “I’m going to go to the commissary. Perhaps I need something to eat. I’ll be right back.” He practically ran out leaving his partner staring at the closing door with concern.
*************************
In a deserted UNCLE lab Illya Kuryakin drew a syringe of blood from his arm. He let the blood flow onto the glass microscope slide. Bending his head over the eyepiece of the scope stared for a long moment. Taking a dropper of fluid from a bottle he put a drop on the slide. The blood turned yellow. Illya sat back frowning. He looked again but nothing had changed.
Taking the slide he threw it into the trash and cleaned his workspace. Taking off his lab coat he pulled on his black suit coat and left. He entered the elevator and rode it to the main floor where he turned in his badge to the receptionist and left UNCLE headquarters.
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