Short Affair - Poison - Part Two
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section7mfuPrompts – Match, Drain, Brown
Napoleon looked up from the report he was working on. Frowning he looked at his watch. It had been an hour since Illya had rushed out of the office. Even if he had ordered a full meal at the commissary he should have been back by now. He picked up his phone and called a number. “Hello, Jenna my dear. Could you tell me where Illya is in the building?”
“When did he leave? I see.”
Napoleon called the receptionist at the agent’s entrance. “Did Illya say where he was going when he left?”
Napoleon was about to call his errant partner on the communicator when it warbled. “Solo.”
“Mr. Solo this is Reg Peterson, Section Three. I’m in charge of the cleanup crew at the satrap that you and your partner blew this morning.”
Napoleon knew Peterson. He had an outstanding reputation in Section Three. “Yes Reg. What can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s your partner. Agent Kuryakin showed up here and demanded to be let into the site. He was acting sort of aggressive about it and I told him I had to call to get permission from you. He just cursed and went off into the woods.”
“Did he say why he needed to get in?”
“No, just that it wasn’t any of my business.”
“I’ll be right there. If you see him keep him there”
“I’ll try. But you know your partner. I can’t guarantee anything.”
Napoleon rushed out of his office. Passing Mark Slate in the hall he told the young Brit to get his partner April Dancer and meet him in the parking garage.
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Illya slid down a brush covered slope toward rear of the destroyed THRUSH lab site. Sliding to the bottom of the slope Illya waded through a brown, sludge filled slow moving stream of water. He would stop listen and sniff every few feet. “It has to be around here.” He muttered to himself. He sped up as he caught a chemical scent in the water. He could hear a faint low whistle of air. “I knew it!”
He almost passed a large mound of brush but turned back as he realized that it looked as if it had been purposely piled against the slope. Illya began to pull the brush away flinging it into the stream. He finally uncovered a large drain that headed into the slope. Illya rested against the side of the drain, shook his head and then retched onto the ground.
He entered the drain and headed into the dark keeping one hand on the side of the drain. He told himself it was so he didn’t get lost but it was really to help him stay upright. He tried to keep the dizzy feelings from becoming overwhelming. He knew he had to stay focused and on his feet.
He felt a straight seam in the side of the drain. Taking a book of matches out of his pocket he struck a match. Illya could see a sealed door in it’s flickering light. As the match sputtered out he felt the door slide open. He tried to back up into the darkness but stopped. He blinked as he saw one of the two THRUSH scientists that he had killed prior to setting his explosives. The scientist aimed a spray bottle at Illya and squeezed. A foul smelling chemical hit him in his face. Gasping Illya dropped to the ground.
The scientist waved and two THRUSH came forward and grabbed Illya by his legs and pulled him through the door which silently closed behind them.
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Illya opened his eyes and squinted in the bright light. He tried to sit up only to discover that he was strapped to a metal table. He looked around and realized that he was in the undamaged laboratory that he thought he had blown up earlier that day.
“Welcome back Mr. Kuryakin.” It was the scientist he had killed earlier in the day.
“I shot you, didn’t I? I destroyed this lab.”
“As you can see, you didn’t.”
Illya coughed and looked around confused.
“We captured you and knocked you out with the gas we just used on you in the drain.”
“I remember shooting you, and setting the charges.”
“You mean these charges?” The man laughed as he pointed to a pile of UNCLE explosives stacked on a nearby table.
“I knew our site had been breached. We pulled as many people as we could down to the lab level. We have the ability to seal the lab off from the rest of the satrap. We also had self destruct charges already set. So we injected you with one of our new discoveries, a mild poison that leaves you very open to suggestion, confused, unable to focus and quite ill. We told you that you had set your charges, killed everyone and sent you on your way. Then we sealed the lab, and set the self destruct.”
“THRUSH labs usually have a back entrance.” Illya croaked.
“Indeed we do.” The scientist smiled. “Very clever of you to find it.”
Illya turned his head to the side and retched again.
“We intend to introduce our poison into the water system of UNCLE headquarters. Once everyone is sick THRUSH will be able to just walk in and take over. You were a perfect test subject.”
“So glad I could be of help.”
Napoleon looked up from the report he was working on. Frowning he looked at his watch. It had been an hour since Illya had rushed out of the office. Even if he had ordered a full meal at the commissary he should have been back by now. He picked up his phone and called a number. “Hello, Jenna my dear. Could you tell me where Illya is in the building?”
“When did he leave? I see.”
Napoleon called the receptionist at the agent’s entrance. “Did Illya say where he was going when he left?”
Napoleon was about to call his errant partner on the communicator when it warbled. “Solo.”
“Mr. Solo this is Reg Peterson, Section Three. I’m in charge of the cleanup crew at the satrap that you and your partner blew this morning.”
Napoleon knew Peterson. He had an outstanding reputation in Section Three. “Yes Reg. What can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s your partner. Agent Kuryakin showed up here and demanded to be let into the site. He was acting sort of aggressive about it and I told him I had to call to get permission from you. He just cursed and went off into the woods.”
“Did he say why he needed to get in?”
“No, just that it wasn’t any of my business.”
“I’ll be right there. If you see him keep him there”
“I’ll try. But you know your partner. I can’t guarantee anything.”
Napoleon rushed out of his office. Passing Mark Slate in the hall he told the young Brit to get his partner April Dancer and meet him in the parking garage.
******************************
Illya slid down a brush covered slope toward rear of the destroyed THRUSH lab site. Sliding to the bottom of the slope Illya waded through a brown, sludge filled slow moving stream of water. He would stop listen and sniff every few feet. “It has to be around here.” He muttered to himself. He sped up as he caught a chemical scent in the water. He could hear a faint low whistle of air. “I knew it!”
He almost passed a large mound of brush but turned back as he realized that it looked as if it had been purposely piled against the slope. Illya began to pull the brush away flinging it into the stream. He finally uncovered a large drain that headed into the slope. Illya rested against the side of the drain, shook his head and then retched onto the ground.
He entered the drain and headed into the dark keeping one hand on the side of the drain. He told himself it was so he didn’t get lost but it was really to help him stay upright. He tried to keep the dizzy feelings from becoming overwhelming. He knew he had to stay focused and on his feet.
He felt a straight seam in the side of the drain. Taking a book of matches out of his pocket he struck a match. Illya could see a sealed door in it’s flickering light. As the match sputtered out he felt the door slide open. He tried to back up into the darkness but stopped. He blinked as he saw one of the two THRUSH scientists that he had killed prior to setting his explosives. The scientist aimed a spray bottle at Illya and squeezed. A foul smelling chemical hit him in his face. Gasping Illya dropped to the ground.
The scientist waved and two THRUSH came forward and grabbed Illya by his legs and pulled him through the door which silently closed behind them.
********************************
Illya opened his eyes and squinted in the bright light. He tried to sit up only to discover that he was strapped to a metal table. He looked around and realized that he was in the undamaged laboratory that he thought he had blown up earlier that day.
“Welcome back Mr. Kuryakin.” It was the scientist he had killed earlier in the day.
“I shot you, didn’t I? I destroyed this lab.”
“As you can see, you didn’t.”
Illya coughed and looked around confused.
“We captured you and knocked you out with the gas we just used on you in the drain.”
“I remember shooting you, and setting the charges.”
“You mean these charges?” The man laughed as he pointed to a pile of UNCLE explosives stacked on a nearby table.
“I knew our site had been breached. We pulled as many people as we could down to the lab level. We have the ability to seal the lab off from the rest of the satrap. We also had self destruct charges already set. So we injected you with one of our new discoveries, a mild poison that leaves you very open to suggestion, confused, unable to focus and quite ill. We told you that you had set your charges, killed everyone and sent you on your way. Then we sealed the lab, and set the self destruct.”
“THRUSH labs usually have a back entrance.” Illya croaked.
“Indeed we do.” The scientist smiled. “Very clever of you to find it.”
Illya turned his head to the side and retched again.
“We intend to introduce our poison into the water system of UNCLE headquarters. Once everyone is sick THRUSH will be able to just walk in and take over. You were a perfect test subject.”
“So glad I could be of help.”
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