The Looking Glass Part 2- PicFic 8/26
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section7mfuThe Looking Glass Part 1
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Part 2
The complexity of this trick was something best left to the boys in Section V, because Napoleon was not wasting time trying to decipher the mystery. Illya was a little more inclined to unravel how they had managed to end up where they started in spite of having traveled out of the wooded area and onto a flat strip of land. As the two men looked through the glassy partition back at where they’d come from, it was the same as where they stood.
“Talk about smoke and mirrors…” Napoleon was flabbergasted at the situation, but Illya was intrigued. “No, not smoke and mirrors, but this reflecting surface made us think we were someplace that we were not. The question is, why? What possible purpose was there to this charade?”
Napoleon harrumphed his disapproval of the glass, the deception and especially the fact that they had lost Dr. Solomon.
“We need to get our bearings and locate the man we came here to protect. Obviously part of that is already a failure.” He scanned the area again and then started walking back around the partition. Illya watched him go, wondering exactly how to accomplish any of what his partner had just announced. “Napoleon! Wait up, my friend, you will probably want me along on this journey.”
The UNCLE agents were about to turn the corner of the monolithic structure when the scene began to undulate and change colors; the green of the forest beyond and the grass beneath their feet was shifting and in a matter of less than a minute had been replaced by sand. Miles of sand, with nothing beyond save more of it.
“How the … What just happened here Illya?” Napoleon was holding onto the edge of the divider as the sand shifted beneath his feet. Illya stopped in his tracks, the sudden appearance of a desert all around him and the heat to accompany it was disturbing on more levels than he could list at present.
“I can honestly say that I do not know. Are we possibly on drugs?” Napoleon thought about that, but he had no memory of being captured or of encountering anything remotely like a THRUSH agent. “I don’t think so. Then again, I’m pretty sure that Alice was just as confused by her looking glass.” Illya raised an eyebrow in reply. “Yes, it is very much like Alice’s looking glass, full of strange things that we don’t understand. All we need now is …” Napoleon held up his hand. “Please, don’t say it. Just … don’t.”
Illya still had his communicator which he pulled out in hopes of raising someone who might get them out of here. Napoleon’s had produced only static, but he also opened up the pen like instrument and began to summon the elusive Channel D. Or G, or any other channel that might respond.
“Mr. Kuryakin? We’ve been trying to reach you and Mr. Solo for days. Where are you?” Illya looked at his communicator as though to question it, rather than the voice on the other end. “Days, you say? But, we’ve only just arrived here today.’ As an afterthought he inquired of the girl on the line; Dorothy he thought.
“Dorothy, what day is it? The date?” Dorothy thought that was an odd question, but she answered it quickly. Dealing with Section II agents had very little latitude for second guessing.
“It’s the 26th of August, Mr. Kuryakin.” Napoleon heard it and shook his head in bewilderment. That was impossible. “Dorothy, it’s Napoleon Solo. Are you sure about the date?” Now Dorothy was concerned; something was wrong. She buzzed the desk outside of Mr. Waverly’s office to alert his secretary that he was needed on this call.
“Yes, Mr. Solo. Today is the 26th, and you’ve been out of touch for a week. We haven’t heard from you and Mr. Kuryakin since last Tuesday.”
“Mr. Solo, Waverly here. Where exactly are you and Mr. Kuryakin, and why haven’t you reported in before now?” Illya and Napoleon exchanged looks of complete confusion. “Sir, we seem to have lost some time and perhaps even space. We’ve also lost Dr. Solomon.”
On the other end the sigh of exasperation was not disguised. Alexander Waverly had waited for a week to learn of the fates of his men and of Dr. Solomon. Signals had been lost or scrambled and the bodies of two other agents found in a parking lot on the lower East Side. None of this made sense. None of it.
“We have your location Mr. Solo, and a team will be there within a few minutes to …” That got the attention of Solo and Kuryakin.
“Wait a minute sir, did you say a few minutes? How is that possible, we’re still in…”
“Where you are, gentlemen, is in Central Park. I expect some type of explanation when I see you in… approximately thirty minutes. Waverly out.”
Napoleon and Illya were completely confused by this strange turn of events, but as they looked around them it was evident that they were indeed in Central Park. The glass partition was gone.
“Illya?”
“Napoleon?”
“Okay, we’ve established who we are, now what the hell just happened?” Illya shrugged in a most uncertain manner. He had no ideas. He didn’t even have a headache, so it probably wasn’t a drug.
“I do not know, my friend, nor do I wish to hazard a guess at this point. I only know what appeared to be real, but now is proving to have been false.”
That didn’t help Napoleon very much, but something in his gut was telling him that Dr. Solomon was somehow responsible. Perhaps their first mistake had been in believing that a THRUSH can shed those feathers in exchange for something different.
The approaching sound of a helicopter broke the strained exchanges. A forensics team would be on board, a trip to medical no doubt the first stop when Solo and Kuryakin arrived at Headquarters.
That first stop turned into something a little more intense than either man would have suspected. Not only were they stripped and searched in a manner usually reserved for the enemy, each one was then taken to an interrogation room where Waverly himself commenced a rigorous round of questions for which neither man had satisfactory answers.
As the night wore on Napoleon became increasingly angry, a sort of paranoia settling in on the normally cool agent. Illya, in another room, had become withdrawn and belligerent. To some observers it may not have seemed entirely unlike his daily countenance, but Waverly recognized something very different in his Russian. Increasingly, in response to a question, Illya would answer in Russian, and continued to do so until he no longer spoke English whatsoever.
The psychiatric team observing took note, well aware that agent Kuryakin never spoke his native language here in headquarters. It was a change in behavior that served as an alarm to everyone involved. In addition to Napoleon’s increasing belligerence, it was now evident that the two UNCLE agents had been returned to the fold not quite as they had left it.
The reports had yet to be written, but before that could be accomplished the men who would be telling this story needed to be recovered from whatever diabolical scheme THRUSH had perpetrated on them.
The Looking Glass was reflecting a disturbing false image, and Alexander Waverly intended to find out how, and why.
Conclusion
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Part 2
The complexity of this trick was something best left to the boys in Section V, because Napoleon was not wasting time trying to decipher the mystery. Illya was a little more inclined to unravel how they had managed to end up where they started in spite of having traveled out of the wooded area and onto a flat strip of land. As the two men looked through the glassy partition back at where they’d come from, it was the same as where they stood.
“Talk about smoke and mirrors…” Napoleon was flabbergasted at the situation, but Illya was intrigued. “No, not smoke and mirrors, but this reflecting surface made us think we were someplace that we were not. The question is, why? What possible purpose was there to this charade?”
Napoleon harrumphed his disapproval of the glass, the deception and especially the fact that they had lost Dr. Solomon.
“We need to get our bearings and locate the man we came here to protect. Obviously part of that is already a failure.” He scanned the area again and then started walking back around the partition. Illya watched him go, wondering exactly how to accomplish any of what his partner had just announced. “Napoleon! Wait up, my friend, you will probably want me along on this journey.”
The UNCLE agents were about to turn the corner of the monolithic structure when the scene began to undulate and change colors; the green of the forest beyond and the grass beneath their feet was shifting and in a matter of less than a minute had been replaced by sand. Miles of sand, with nothing beyond save more of it.
“How the … What just happened here Illya?” Napoleon was holding onto the edge of the divider as the sand shifted beneath his feet. Illya stopped in his tracks, the sudden appearance of a desert all around him and the heat to accompany it was disturbing on more levels than he could list at present.
“I can honestly say that I do not know. Are we possibly on drugs?” Napoleon thought about that, but he had no memory of being captured or of encountering anything remotely like a THRUSH agent. “I don’t think so. Then again, I’m pretty sure that Alice was just as confused by her looking glass.” Illya raised an eyebrow in reply. “Yes, it is very much like Alice’s looking glass, full of strange things that we don’t understand. All we need now is …” Napoleon held up his hand. “Please, don’t say it. Just … don’t.”
Illya still had his communicator which he pulled out in hopes of raising someone who might get them out of here. Napoleon’s had produced only static, but he also opened up the pen like instrument and began to summon the elusive Channel D. Or G, or any other channel that might respond.
“Mr. Kuryakin? We’ve been trying to reach you and Mr. Solo for days. Where are you?” Illya looked at his communicator as though to question it, rather than the voice on the other end. “Days, you say? But, we’ve only just arrived here today.’ As an afterthought he inquired of the girl on the line; Dorothy he thought.
“Dorothy, what day is it? The date?” Dorothy thought that was an odd question, but she answered it quickly. Dealing with Section II agents had very little latitude for second guessing.
“It’s the 26th of August, Mr. Kuryakin.” Napoleon heard it and shook his head in bewilderment. That was impossible. “Dorothy, it’s Napoleon Solo. Are you sure about the date?” Now Dorothy was concerned; something was wrong. She buzzed the desk outside of Mr. Waverly’s office to alert his secretary that he was needed on this call.
“Yes, Mr. Solo. Today is the 26th, and you’ve been out of touch for a week. We haven’t heard from you and Mr. Kuryakin since last Tuesday.”
“Mr. Solo, Waverly here. Where exactly are you and Mr. Kuryakin, and why haven’t you reported in before now?” Illya and Napoleon exchanged looks of complete confusion. “Sir, we seem to have lost some time and perhaps even space. We’ve also lost Dr. Solomon.”
On the other end the sigh of exasperation was not disguised. Alexander Waverly had waited for a week to learn of the fates of his men and of Dr. Solomon. Signals had been lost or scrambled and the bodies of two other agents found in a parking lot on the lower East Side. None of this made sense. None of it.
“We have your location Mr. Solo, and a team will be there within a few minutes to …” That got the attention of Solo and Kuryakin.
“Wait a minute sir, did you say a few minutes? How is that possible, we’re still in…”
“Where you are, gentlemen, is in Central Park. I expect some type of explanation when I see you in… approximately thirty minutes. Waverly out.”
Napoleon and Illya were completely confused by this strange turn of events, but as they looked around them it was evident that they were indeed in Central Park. The glass partition was gone.
“Illya?”
“Napoleon?”
“Okay, we’ve established who we are, now what the hell just happened?” Illya shrugged in a most uncertain manner. He had no ideas. He didn’t even have a headache, so it probably wasn’t a drug.
“I do not know, my friend, nor do I wish to hazard a guess at this point. I only know what appeared to be real, but now is proving to have been false.”
That didn’t help Napoleon very much, but something in his gut was telling him that Dr. Solomon was somehow responsible. Perhaps their first mistake had been in believing that a THRUSH can shed those feathers in exchange for something different.
The approaching sound of a helicopter broke the strained exchanges. A forensics team would be on board, a trip to medical no doubt the first stop when Solo and Kuryakin arrived at Headquarters.
That first stop turned into something a little more intense than either man would have suspected. Not only were they stripped and searched in a manner usually reserved for the enemy, each one was then taken to an interrogation room where Waverly himself commenced a rigorous round of questions for which neither man had satisfactory answers.
As the night wore on Napoleon became increasingly angry, a sort of paranoia settling in on the normally cool agent. Illya, in another room, had become withdrawn and belligerent. To some observers it may not have seemed entirely unlike his daily countenance, but Waverly recognized something very different in his Russian. Increasingly, in response to a question, Illya would answer in Russian, and continued to do so until he no longer spoke English whatsoever.
The psychiatric team observing took note, well aware that agent Kuryakin never spoke his native language here in headquarters. It was a change in behavior that served as an alarm to everyone involved. In addition to Napoleon’s increasing belligerence, it was now evident that the two UNCLE agents had been returned to the fold not quite as they had left it.
The reports had yet to be written, but before that could be accomplished the men who would be telling this story needed to be recovered from whatever diabolical scheme THRUSH had perpetrated on them.
The Looking Glass was reflecting a disturbing false image, and Alexander Waverly intended to find out how, and why.
Conclusion
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Date: 2013-08-27 03:48 pm (UTC)A wonderful story... mystery...
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Date: 2013-08-27 08:14 pm (UTC)I look forward to finding out what went on exactly. [wink]
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