Wild Woman From Borneo - Part Three

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Link to Part Two: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/273296.html

Napoleon glanced towards Illya. Reading the Americans intentions, the Russian nodded back; relieved his partner had obviously come up with some kind of plan.

“If you don’t mind, this floor is a bit hard on the knees......,” Solo started.

“Unfortunately, my partner is not as young as he used to be.” Illya said dryly, earning a glare from the American, but the banter helped to disguise their true intent.

They both moved to stand up, immediately drawing the two guards stationed by the doors over to them.

"You're not so far behind me you know..."

Napoleon continued the small talk, waiting for them to relax, lulling them into a false sense of security, before he turned impossibly fast, catching the nearest goon off guard by the sudden movement and throwing a powerful right hook. Solo's fist connected with the guard under the chin, snapping his head back and he collapsed unconscious to the floor.

At the same time, the Russian went low and punched the other hard in the stomach, doubling him over, then finished him with a chop to the back of the neck, rendering him out of the fight too. The remaining guard made his way over to join in the fray.

The disturbance briefly attracted Rebecca’s attention, but she wasn't interested in these strangers for the moment, instead, the human leopard took the opportunity to attack her hated trainer and, snarling menacingly, approached her while she was distracted by the fist fight.

Becca went for the woman’s head, scratching and clawing her face with her sharpened nails and biting her arms, as the THRUSH raised them in an attempt to protect herself. Eventually the trainer fell to the floor, her face a bloody mess and a large wound to her neck. Rebecca wiped the blood from her face and turned towards Vanderfeld.

Illya and Napoleon had easily dispatched the third guard and stood momentarily transfixed as they saw the tail end of Becca’s attack on her trainer.

“He really has turned her into an animal, Illya.”

“I know, what worries me, is if we can get her back again.” He was horrified at what he saw, but the scientist in him was curious about what she could do.

Rebecca approached Otto as he sat transfixed in his throne, unable to gather the courage to move, lest he suffer the same fate as his trainer.

“You will not harm me, you will listen to my command,” he ordered her, his voice quivering.

Becca prowled close to him, snarling and growling, but finding herself struggling to attack him. Suddenly, she caught movement out the corner of her eye and spun round, ready to attack the two strangers in the room.

“Attack my enemies, you she-wolf, they mean to harm me. You. Will. Kill. Them,” he screamed, as she bared her teeth and snarled at this possible new threat.

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Ew, edge of the seat stuff going on here along with great narrative of the action.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Thanks, glad you thought it was gripping. Next chapter very soon.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Actually it does seem like something the series might have come up with. Fiendish is the appropriate word, I think. Good thing the agents are swift.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

THRUSH can always be counted on to come up with something fiendish. Thanks for commenting and glad you think it could have been something true to the series.