Short Affair - Poison - Part Four
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section7mfuPrompts – Rare, Champion, Purple
Napoleon was concerned about his partner. Illya had spent the last two days in medical fluctuating between unconsciousness, nausea, confusion, manic and then seemingly normal behavior. The doctors now knew he had been dosed with a new THRUSH drug but had no idea what it was or what it was suppose to do to the victim. With the lab now destroyed UNCLE had no options for finding any information.
Illya was currently acting his normal self. “When can I go home? Really Napoleon, it is pointless to keep me here when I’m perfectly fine.”
“Sorry Illya, but the doctors are not ready to release you.”
Illya sighed. “I’ve got to get back to work. This is ridiculous.”
“Why do you have to get back to work?”
Illya stared at the cupboard where the clothing he had been wearing when admitted was placed. “I have to. I have things I have to complete.”
Napoleon noticed his focus on the cupboard and casually walked toward it.
Illya called out, “Napoleon, can you get me a drink of water? Now!” The Russian’s voice had a note of panic in it.
Napoleon poured his friend a cup of water and handed it to him. Illya seemed to calm down. His eyes became unfocused as he slipped into unconsciousness.
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Alexander Waverly did not like mysteries and the condition and behavior of his Soviet agent was just that. “Very well Gentlemen, your report.”
Napoleon glanced over to the seat that would normally hold his partner and nodded to the UNCLE chief medical officer. The doctor cleared his throat and began his report. “It is obvious that Agent Kuryakin has been dosed with a new THRUSH drug. Perhaps more than once. He has large gaps in his memory, nausea, confusion, dizziness to name a few symptoms. He also seems paranoid and varies between manic and normal behavior. He also seems to become unconscious at random times.”
“What would be the purpose of such a drug?” Wavery asked.
“I honestly can’t imagine, unless it’s just to incapacitate the victim.”
Napoleon added, “Illya seemed to be unusually compliant which could be the purpose. But perhaps their drug didn’t work quite how they wanted it to.”
Waverly grimaced, “Fortunately for us it’s the rare THRUSH scheme that works perfectly.”
The doctor’s pager suddenly buzzed. “Sir, there’s a problem in Mr. Kuryakin’s room.”
The doctor and Napoleon ran from the room.
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There were orderlies and nurses gathered around the door to Illya’s room. When Napoleon and the doctor arrived an orderly cleared space for them. “Agent Kuryakin grabbed a nurse and barricaded his room. He is threatening to kill her if we try to enter.”
Napoleon went to the door and pushed it open a few inches. “Stay out or I’ll kill the nurse” Illya yelled. “Go away!”
“Come on partner, you know you don’t want to do that. Let her go and I’ll take her place ok?” He stepped into the room. His partner was behind his bed, he had the poor terrified nurse tied up with IV hose. He was holding a broken glass to her throat. Tears streamed down her face.
“It’s alright Sarah, Illya won’t hurt you. Will you IK?”
Illya held a small canister in his left hand. “I have to release this.”
“Ok, let Sarah go and I’ll help you.”
Illya looked confused. “You will?”
“Sure buddy, I’m your partner right? We help each other. Just let Sarah go.”
,
Illya dropped his hand holding the glass and Napoleon reached out to the frightened woman and led her away from his partner. “Go on.” She stumbled out the door to safety. “Ok partner, what do you have there?”
Illya looked at the canister. “I have to release this. They told me.”
Napoleon held his hand out, “Can I see it?” Illya reached out to hand the canister to him. Napoleon grabbed Illya’s wrist and pulled him off balance, hitting him in the jaw. Illya dropped to the floor.
“It’s all clear!” The orderlies and doctor rushed in.
****************************
Two days later the champion scientists from Section Eight had analyzed the gas in the canister. The attack planned by the THRUSH lab never happened. UNCLE was safe.
Section Eight determined that repeated doses were required to maintain the symptoms. Illya was back to normal a week later. He was embarrassed that he had been so susceptible to the THRUSH poison. He was wondering how he came to have such a large purple bruise on his jaw and why nurse Sarah was so distant.
Napoleon was concerned about his partner. Illya had spent the last two days in medical fluctuating between unconsciousness, nausea, confusion, manic and then seemingly normal behavior. The doctors now knew he had been dosed with a new THRUSH drug but had no idea what it was or what it was suppose to do to the victim. With the lab now destroyed UNCLE had no options for finding any information.
Illya was currently acting his normal self. “When can I go home? Really Napoleon, it is pointless to keep me here when I’m perfectly fine.”
“Sorry Illya, but the doctors are not ready to release you.”
Illya sighed. “I’ve got to get back to work. This is ridiculous.”
“Why do you have to get back to work?”
Illya stared at the cupboard where the clothing he had been wearing when admitted was placed. “I have to. I have things I have to complete.”
Napoleon noticed his focus on the cupboard and casually walked toward it.
Illya called out, “Napoleon, can you get me a drink of water? Now!” The Russian’s voice had a note of panic in it.
Napoleon poured his friend a cup of water and handed it to him. Illya seemed to calm down. His eyes became unfocused as he slipped into unconsciousness.
******************************
Alexander Waverly did not like mysteries and the condition and behavior of his Soviet agent was just that. “Very well Gentlemen, your report.”
Napoleon glanced over to the seat that would normally hold his partner and nodded to the UNCLE chief medical officer. The doctor cleared his throat and began his report. “It is obvious that Agent Kuryakin has been dosed with a new THRUSH drug. Perhaps more than once. He has large gaps in his memory, nausea, confusion, dizziness to name a few symptoms. He also seems paranoid and varies between manic and normal behavior. He also seems to become unconscious at random times.”
“What would be the purpose of such a drug?” Wavery asked.
“I honestly can’t imagine, unless it’s just to incapacitate the victim.”
Napoleon added, “Illya seemed to be unusually compliant which could be the purpose. But perhaps their drug didn’t work quite how they wanted it to.”
Waverly grimaced, “Fortunately for us it’s the rare THRUSH scheme that works perfectly.”
The doctor’s pager suddenly buzzed. “Sir, there’s a problem in Mr. Kuryakin’s room.”
The doctor and Napoleon ran from the room.
******************************
There were orderlies and nurses gathered around the door to Illya’s room. When Napoleon and the doctor arrived an orderly cleared space for them. “Agent Kuryakin grabbed a nurse and barricaded his room. He is threatening to kill her if we try to enter.”
Napoleon went to the door and pushed it open a few inches. “Stay out or I’ll kill the nurse” Illya yelled. “Go away!”
“Come on partner, you know you don’t want to do that. Let her go and I’ll take her place ok?” He stepped into the room. His partner was behind his bed, he had the poor terrified nurse tied up with IV hose. He was holding a broken glass to her throat. Tears streamed down her face.
“It’s alright Sarah, Illya won’t hurt you. Will you IK?”
Illya held a small canister in his left hand. “I have to release this.”
“Ok, let Sarah go and I’ll help you.”
Illya looked confused. “You will?”
“Sure buddy, I’m your partner right? We help each other. Just let Sarah go.”
,
Illya dropped his hand holding the glass and Napoleon reached out to the frightened woman and led her away from his partner. “Go on.” She stumbled out the door to safety. “Ok partner, what do you have there?”
Illya looked at the canister. “I have to release this. They told me.”
Napoleon held his hand out, “Can I see it?” Illya reached out to hand the canister to him. Napoleon grabbed Illya’s wrist and pulled him off balance, hitting him in the jaw. Illya dropped to the floor.
“It’s all clear!” The orderlies and doctor rushed in.
****************************
Two days later the champion scientists from Section Eight had analyzed the gas in the canister. The attack planned by the THRUSH lab never happened. UNCLE was safe.
Section Eight determined that repeated doses were required to maintain the symptoms. Illya was back to normal a week later. He was embarrassed that he had been so susceptible to the THRUSH poison. He was wondering how he came to have such a large purple bruise on his jaw and why nurse Sarah was so distant.
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