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A Little Drabble Do Ya - Lost And Found Part 9 - Double Drabble - Conclusion
Link to part 8: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/350017.html
Illya observed the THRUSH satrapy. It was in a private hospital, miles away from the facility he’d been held in himself.
The problem was not all the patients and staff were THRUSH, he had to find a way to evacuate the clinic so all the innocents were safe.
He had just the plan. Climbing out of the official looking vehicle, he approached the entrance, flashing a fake ID and making himself known to Reception.
“Good afternoon, I am Martin Samuels, from the Department of Health. We have been alerted to a contagion outbreak and have to evacuate the building immediately.”
“I’ll need to call Dr Harmon,” the receptionist replied.
The medic soon arrived, “I can’t shut the hospital down on your say so, what evidence have you got?”
“I have the necessary documents. Ambulances and places in alternative medical facilities have been arranged for your patients.”
Studying the papers, he conceded.
The evacuation took several hours. Known THRUSH were noted and UNCLE agents in place to apprehend them.
Making his last checks, explosives were planted.
Illya pressed the button.
A deafening explosion, followed by fire and smoke billowing skyward, then just a pile of rubble.
“For you Napoleon,” Illya smiled.
Illya observed the THRUSH satrapy. It was in a private hospital, miles away from the facility he’d been held in himself.
The problem was not all the patients and staff were THRUSH, he had to find a way to evacuate the clinic so all the innocents were safe.
He had just the plan. Climbing out of the official looking vehicle, he approached the entrance, flashing a fake ID and making himself known to Reception.
“Good afternoon, I am Martin Samuels, from the Department of Health. We have been alerted to a contagion outbreak and have to evacuate the building immediately.”
“I’ll need to call Dr Harmon,” the receptionist replied.
The medic soon arrived, “I can’t shut the hospital down on your say so, what evidence have you got?”
“I have the necessary documents. Ambulances and places in alternative medical facilities have been arranged for your patients.”
Studying the papers, he conceded.
The evacuation took several hours. Known THRUSH were noted and UNCLE agents in place to apprehend them.
Making his last checks, explosives were planted.
Illya pressed the button.
A deafening explosion, followed by fire and smoke billowing skyward, then just a pile of rubble.
“For you Napoleon,” Illya smiled.
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