North To Alaska for picfic Tuesday 8/13
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"Just think of all the beautiful scenery we're going to see," said Napoleon.
"And we may even meet some beautiful women as well," added Illya.
"That's what what I was talking about." Napoleon winked at his friend.
"You and your one-track mind," Illya muttered.
The two men had been assigned to investigate suspicious activity within the ranks of Exxon Valdez. It was suspected that the oil giant had been infiltrated by THRUSH operatives who were diverting fuel supplies to a THRUSH base halfway around the world.
The UNCLE agents arrived at their destination to find the landscape every bit as breathtakingly beautiful as they'd imagined it would be. The sun shining on the dazzlingly white snow made it glisten and sparkle, and in the distance, snow-capped evergreens lined the mountain range and gave it a picturesque appearance. Breathing in the crisp, cool air, Napoleon and Illya felt invigorated.
"I feel like I'm about fifteen again," Napoleon remarked.
"We have a job to do," Illya reminded him.
The scheduled meeting with the Exxon Valdez executives went off without a hitch. The suspected infiltrators were soon found and brought to justice, and almost before he realized it, Illya found the time to return to New York quickly approaching.
"At least we still have a few days left to enjoy our stay before Mr. Waverly expects us back," Napoleon told him.
The following morning found both men standing atop beautiful Mount Eklutna in preparation for skiing down it's side. The wind rushing past as he flew to the valley below gave Illya a sense of profound euphoria. He was so caught up in the moment that he barely heard Napoleon shouting at him.
"Hey, Illya, look out for that..."
His downward flight came to an abrupt halt as Illya suddenly encountered rock hard resistance. Arms and skis went flailing as he flopped into the snow in a very ungraceful heap.
"...tree," Napoleon finished softly.
Several days later, Illya lay flat on his back in Medical, staring glumly up at his leg in traction above the bed. To have suffered such an injury in the valiant defense of the principals of UNCLE would have been one thing; to have suffered it as a result of his own ineptness was something else again. One thing he definitely did not look forward to was all the teasing and ribbing sure to come from his fellow employees about the way his injury had happened. So one tree was just too much for you to handle, eh, Kuryakin? He could hear it now.
The door to the room opened, and Illya turned with trepidation to look into Napoleon's face.
"Tough break, pal." Napoleon walked to his partner's bedside and patted his shoulder.
"I feel so glupyy," Illya muttered.
"Well, you shouldn't," Napoleon said comfortingly. "It could have happened to any of us."
"But what kind of agent am I if I cannot even see a tree in my path?"
"One who is often too hard on himself." Napoleon smiled gently. "It was just one of those things, Illya. Nobody expected it to happen, but it did. It's over with now, and before you know it, you'll be right at my side fighting crime again."
"Spasibo, moy drug." Illya grinned and reached for Napoleon's hand. Sometimes he just didn't know what he'd do without the encouragement of his best friend.
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