All Bottled Up - PicFic for 5/7
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section7mfuThis was set to go up last night and the internet went down. Es verdad. I'm taking liberties and posting it here today, and it is part 3 of what began as Stranger Things Have Happened, followed by Duck and Cover.
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The UNCLE agents made a cautious entry onto the ground floor of the old house, an unnecessary step as it turned out. There was no one home, and the only signs of life were two unopened bottles of Grand Marnier in the center of an antique dining table. Attached to one bottle was a note.
“Gee, who do you suppose these are for, Illya?”
The Russian didn’t smile at the facetious question. He was feeling the pain of his encounter with the THRUSH who had thrown him into an unyielding wall. Napoleon’s attempt at humor was ignored.
“I suggest you read it and find out.”
Napoleon smirked at his partner’s lack of humor before remembering the state of his suit; his own wry wit was diminished somewhat at the image of Mr. Waverly reading his expense report.
“Well, I might as well. Perhaps it’s a clue to their whereabouts.’’
Removing the note from the bottle, Napoleon thought of a number of women who would enjoy sharing it with him. Illya must have read his mind because he snatched the note out of his hand, hissing at the pain in his shoulder as he did so.
“If you’re reading this, congratulations are in order for your escape from the basement. Please consider these bottles a type of apology for your mistreatment at the hands of my associates.’
Illya looked up at Napoleon, but neither of them dared conjecture what was intended by this message. Illya continued.
“My great-uncle was a member of THRUSH, as was his son. I was telling the truth when I disavowed the organization. However, these men who greeted you were sent to escort me, along with the information I promised to Mr. Waverly, to a meeting with one of Central’s chosen representatives.
It was never my intention to purposely mislead you, but once the threat was made to my own life I went along with their treatment of you. For that I am sorry. I do not know what my fate will be, but only understand that it was truly my intention to aid your organization.”
(signed) Veronica Revere
The two men looked at each other for a sign of some sort; an indication that one of them, at least, understood or believed the words in the note. Finally Napoleon spoke.
“So, where do you think they’ve gone? If she’s telling the truth, that is.”
Illya sighed, then cringed at the pain it caused his shoulder.
“It is possible that they might take her to Ward Baldwin’s home, this is his territory after all.”
Napoleon agreed, and in spite of having met the man and his wife, he in no way felt eager to encounter him again. The old fox was as clever as Waverly and dangerous in spite of the genteel façade he maintained.
“Let’s check in with the San Francisco office first, before we call on Ward and Irene. We may not be as welcome as the last time our paths crossed.’
Napoleon took another look at his partner. The blond was in pain and needed some medical treatment before they encountered any more of THRUSH’s finest.
“Let’s stop in at the medical outpost, shall we.’’
For once the Russian didn’t argue, but he did gather up the two bottles of Grand Marnier in his good arm. He was certain they were going to need a drink before it was all over.
~~~~~:
Ward Baldwin is a THRUSH character created by David McDaniel in The Dagger Affair, Ace #4.
~~~~~:
The UNCLE agents made a cautious entry onto the ground floor of the old house, an unnecessary step as it turned out. There was no one home, and the only signs of life were two unopened bottles of Grand Marnier in the center of an antique dining table. Attached to one bottle was a note.
“Gee, who do you suppose these are for, Illya?”
The Russian didn’t smile at the facetious question. He was feeling the pain of his encounter with the THRUSH who had thrown him into an unyielding wall. Napoleon’s attempt at humor was ignored.
“I suggest you read it and find out.”
Napoleon smirked at his partner’s lack of humor before remembering the state of his suit; his own wry wit was diminished somewhat at the image of Mr. Waverly reading his expense report.
“Well, I might as well. Perhaps it’s a clue to their whereabouts.’’
Removing the note from the bottle, Napoleon thought of a number of women who would enjoy sharing it with him. Illya must have read his mind because he snatched the note out of his hand, hissing at the pain in his shoulder as he did so.
“If you’re reading this, congratulations are in order for your escape from the basement. Please consider these bottles a type of apology for your mistreatment at the hands of my associates.’
Illya looked up at Napoleon, but neither of them dared conjecture what was intended by this message. Illya continued.
“My great-uncle was a member of THRUSH, as was his son. I was telling the truth when I disavowed the organization. However, these men who greeted you were sent to escort me, along with the information I promised to Mr. Waverly, to a meeting with one of Central’s chosen representatives.
It was never my intention to purposely mislead you, but once the threat was made to my own life I went along with their treatment of you. For that I am sorry. I do not know what my fate will be, but only understand that it was truly my intention to aid your organization.”
(signed) Veronica Revere
The two men looked at each other for a sign of some sort; an indication that one of them, at least, understood or believed the words in the note. Finally Napoleon spoke.
“So, where do you think they’ve gone? If she’s telling the truth, that is.”
Illya sighed, then cringed at the pain it caused his shoulder.
“It is possible that they might take her to Ward Baldwin’s home, this is his territory after all.”
Napoleon agreed, and in spite of having met the man and his wife, he in no way felt eager to encounter him again. The old fox was as clever as Waverly and dangerous in spite of the genteel façade he maintained.
“Let’s check in with the San Francisco office first, before we call on Ward and Irene. We may not be as welcome as the last time our paths crossed.’
Napoleon took another look at his partner. The blond was in pain and needed some medical treatment before they encountered any more of THRUSH’s finest.
“Let’s stop in at the medical outpost, shall we.’’
For once the Russian didn’t argue, but he did gather up the two bottles of Grand Marnier in his good arm. He was certain they were going to need a drink before it was all over.
~~~~~:
Ward Baldwin is a THRUSH character created by David McDaniel in The Dagger Affair, Ace #4.
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