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section7mfu2013-10-11 11:51 am
"A T.H.R.U.S.H. and his fez are seldom parted" Chapter 5
link to chapter 2: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/2013/10/05/
link to chapter 3: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/413043.html
link to chapter 4: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/416697.html
The Russian soldier, accompanied by two other guards dragged a struggling Solo from the room and past the red-fezzed Thrushmen, with the General bellowing a deep laugh as the worn sliding doors were closed behind them.
“I must remember to get those doors repainted,” the General said with a cavalier attitude, completely dismissing the fact he had just sent the American to be tortured by Colonel Zakrov.
One of the T.H.R.U.S.H. spoke up, ignoring Akinbade’s inconsequential comment.
“These agents are conditioned to resist even under the most extreme torture,” Hakan Bukhari said. “If he does not cooperate, I still want him to suffer greatly, but kept alive. Napoleon Solo is a valuable commodity to my organization and Central will want him...intact. “Sneering, the man added an enticement. “We will pay, of course, for your assistance in this matter.
“I have no doubt of that,” General Akingbade smiled,
“My people are searching for that partner of his....he’s the one I want,” Hazzizz said. “He caused me trouble with our codes once before and I want him to pay dearly for it. Him, T.H.R.U.S.H. wants too, but I think they will just have to make do with Solo. I want Kuryakin dead once we get the location of the codes from either him or his partner.”
“I will add extra men to the search.” The General looked at the photograph of Illya that Bukhari had passed to him. "This man does not appear very formidable, and you say he is also one of U.N.C.L.E.’s best?”
“Appearances can be deceiving. Kuryakin is most cunning, clever and stronger than he looks. The little runt is considered a traitor to the Soviet Union by their KGB,”Hazzizz added with a smile.
“A Russian? Now that is interesting.” Akingbade mused, thinking ahead to what Zakhrov might do once he got his hands on this turncoat.
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As Illya neared his destination the landscape changed dramatically. There were more trees, and the distinctive smell of salt water was in the air the closer he got to the coast. He hid the motorbike in some dense brush nearly a half mile away from the camp, continuing his trek on foot. He was a bit nervous, trying to sublimate the worry that Napoleon might be dead, but knowing how brutal these camps could be, he couldn’t help his concern.
No firing squads here though, beheading was the method of choice in this part of the world. Other than him rescuing Napoleon, there was nothing else that could be done. There were no diplomatic channels for U.N.C.L.E. agents, even if Solo’s cover identity remained intact; both he and Waverly knew that.
Every agent was expendable, but Illya would be damned if he was going to lose his partner to these monsters. It was a fifty-fifty chance he was alive, but the more time passed the more the odds of Napoleon being alive diminished.
Time, was a commodity that he and his partner did not have and Illya hoped for once that near mythical Solo luck was still intact.
He pulled up his hood to protect his skin from the blazing sun, as well as to hide his fair appearance. If he kept himself covered, he would hopefully be taken for someone of middle Eastern extraction and not draw attention to himself if he ran into anyone along the way.
Once the camp was in sight he hid himself in the brush, pulling out a pair of mini-binoculars and scanning a sea of dark faces for his partner.
There were no white prisoners that he could discern, yet he saw people from all over the country in there.
Nigeria was the most populated country in Africa with over two hundred different tribal groups, the northern Nigerian Fulani population were narrower in stature with finer asymmetrical facial features similar to that found in the Horn of Africa, the western Nigerians appearing slightly thicker and southern Nigerians having a mixture of both Northern and Western characteristics.
He noted there were some Ethiopians as well, who looked somewhat ostracized from the others. Despite the physical differences between Nigerians, they generally did not show bias as to what Nigerians looked like so why, he wondered, was there such bias towards the Ethiopians of the South? He’d heard that and now was seeing it.
As he continued to scan the compound, there was no sign of the his partner...then he spotted something that made his heart sink; a tall blond dressed in a Russian military uniform, followed by another half dozen of his fellow soldiers. They all disappeared into a cinder block building. Minutes later, he spotted a red fez, worn by a familiar moustachioed Thrushman, taking the same path as the soldiers.
“That explains where the Kalashnikovs came from,” he mumbled. Illya’s gut instincts told him that building to where they were going was most likely where his partner was being held.
With the Thrush agents presence, that actually gave him hope Napoleon was indeed among the living. They knew Solo’s partner had stolen their triad codes. No doubt they would be questioning the senior agent as to his and the codes whereabouts.
Illya felt a pang of guilt as his deed was most likely causing his friend to suffer. From past experience, interrogation without some sort of violence or torture was highly unlikely...
Though the presence of the fezzes might stay Napoleon’s death; matters had now become even more complicated as they most likely had their fingers in the pot with this new government. Witnessing Soviet complicity with the rebels was even more troubling. Engaging them could spark an international incident. No doubt the United Nations would be very interested in knowing of Soviet Union’s involvement with the Nigerian rebels.
He drew his communicator, fitting it together as he lowered the binoculars. “Channel D- overseas relay, priority.”
“Mr. Kuryakin, what have you to report?”
“No sign of Mr. Solo as of yet. I am near the camp where I believe he was taken and have discovered something rather disturbing. The rebels are receiving direct help from the Soviet Union, and not just weapon supplies. I have spotted a number of Russian soldiers in the camp. Perhaps they are giving the rebels weapons training and acting in the role of advisors...and there are feathered friends in the nest as well.”
“Oh bother, that is an unexpected complication. Mr. Kuryakin, do you have any issue with engaging your fellow countrymen in this matter, if need be?”
“No sir.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes sir I am.”
“Very well then young man, do what must to free Mr. Solo if he’s still alive, however...” Waverly paused, making Illya suddenly feel uncomfortable. “If in the event you cannot free him; I am instructing Gabriel to terminate Mr. Solo.* He, as CEA, possesses far too much information vital to U.N.C.L.E. to risk it being extracted from him and though the Soviet Union is a member nation, it would love to get it’s hands on...well, you understand. Thrush are not above information sharing when it suits their needs. I’m sorry Illya, but if the situation necessitates it, can you carry out this order?”
He took a deep breath, pausing to maintain his composure before answering. “I will do what I must, sir.” It was rare that Waverly ever called him by his first name and that told him the Old Man was indeed at odds about issuing such a directive.
“Very well, then. I do sincerely hope you will not have to act in the capacity of an Archangel.”*
It was Illya’s turn to be silent, and that pause was misconstrued by Waverly.
“If you can’t perform this duty, I understand and will send someone else in who is capable…”
“That will not be necessary sir, I will do what I must,” Illya repeated.” In the meantime the baby is due anytime now. The Queen mother sends her greetings. Kuryakin out.” He deliberately closed the line of communication, feeling confident Waverly would figure out his somewhat cryptic remark that was in reference to the codes being delivered to U.N.C.L.E. in London.
Illya returned the communicator to his robes; his brow now furrowed from the burden that had just been laid upon his shoulders. To have to kill his partner and best friend was an order he’d thought he’d never receive, not from the Old Man.
His mind drifted to the time back in Russia, when he was a young agent for GRU. The Directorate had ordered him to kill fellow GRU agent Nicholaí Alexandrov, not a close friend but someone with which he had gone through training.
His orders were a test of his loyalty and an assignment that he chose not to carry out, as Alexandrov was innocent of what their superiors had accused him of. In the end, the man and his family lost their lives as Kuryakin tried to help them escape the Soviet Union to Finland.**
Illya passed the test as the Directorate thought he had completed his mission, and was unaware their deaths were not by his hand. They were eliminated by agents of the KGB, but Kuryakin made sure those agents did not live to tell the truth and reveal his duplicity.
That was a long time ago, and Illya still felt it was his failure not being able to save Alexandrov, his wife Nada and their infant son. He bit his lower lip, hoping it wouldn’t come to having to fulfill Waverly’s order. He couldn’t fail this time and was determined to get Napoleon out alive.
“Chyort vos mi_dammit!” He cursed to himself as he crawled back through the brush, wondering how in the hell he was going to do just that.
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* ref to “The Archangel Affair” Note: the Archangel program is an elite assisnation team, whose identites are kept secret, even from each other. Though rarely called into use the Archangels, have desigations as the archangels. Illya's code name is "Gabriel". Napoleon as CEA is aware of the program, but not it's memebers. Part of my AU saga-series: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6881364/1/The-Archangel-Affair
** ref to “The Test” : http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9258789/1/The-Test
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Just tell him about the "little runt"...
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Thanks for keeping up and commenting!
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"it becomes about the journey, and not the end result. " Yes, to me, as a reader, it's exactly that.
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Not anti-Russian though, it was just something the Soviet Union did back then..they were involved in aiding the North Vietnamese during the Vietnam War, you may recall. Hey the US did it too.
In regards to being anti-canon, there really was no 'canon' per se regarding the Russians on the show. The fact that Illya was Russian was eventually downplayed during the series. There was only one episode, I believe, "The Neptune Affair' where Illya made an inference to relations between US vs. his country, showing a bit of anger. That was the only time something of a political nature regading the Cold War, or like that, was brought up on the show.
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I forgot to compliment you on Dr Akinjade, by the way. Another good oc.
Also, Waverly's bother.
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Yes, I guess I was piling it on with A military regime, and the Soviet military along with THRUSH. I had the Russians involved in the Congo affair in that story of a coup, but at least no feathered friends. (Soviet involvement there was historically documented as well as during the Nigeriqn revoltion) so the only stretch of the truth was Thrush and the prison camp...
Thanks again for you addtional compliments, they're always very much appreciated. :D
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Thanks for your patience, and looking forward to your next chapter.
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Kitties purr a hello to you and Samantha! Minnie is getting very long and lythe, and only at 3 mos. Wow. She's much bigger than Luna was at that age, yet still I don't think she's going to be a big cat, just a very long body. Luna on the other hand is bigger than I'd thought she's be...she just turned a year old in September... time flies! "D
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