Friday the 13th, an ongoing tale ~ Chapter 6

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“Oh bother, another broken mirror? This shan’t do at all.”

“Having problems with your latest endeavor Mr. Partridge?” Napoleon Solo smiled.”You know a broken mirror brings seven years bad luck don’t you?”

“Yes,” Illya Kuryakin chimed in,” Imagine if all those mirrors were broken? We would most likely never see you again as you would have to permanently sequester yourself for protection.”

G. Emory Partridge was standing in front of a sphere made completely of small square-shaped  mirrors; he walked around it, his hands just above its surface, practically caressing it without touching it.

Napoleon and Illya seated in chairs and were tied down, facing each other next to the object.

“Kind of reminds me of a ballroom glitter ball,” Solo whispered, “So what makes it so unique? You can find them pretty much in any dance hall now days.”

                                       

“This my dear fellow is most indubitably not a ‘glitter ball.” Partridge uttered his words with a distinct  tone of disdain. “It is a part of a laser system that I’ll be using to amplify light. It will allow me to bend it and target the laser in any direction I choose without having to move it.”

“That is impossible, you could only fire using...line of sight. No such thing could exist; iit contradicts the laws of physica.” Illya blurted out.

“Oh Mr. Kuryakin you are such a narrow minded little man. To you if it does not exist, then it is impossible.”

“You Partridge are a…” Illya mumbled.

“What? Unable to come up with one of your oh so predictable and pithy barbs my Soviet subordinent?”

“None that are worth wasting his breath on,” Solo countered.

Emory leaned into Solo’s face, turning his back to  Kuryakin. ”And for that my good fellow you have just earned the distiction of being my first target. You and your Russian cohort have ruined my plans for the last time.”

Illya lashed out with his foot, catching Partridge off guard as he connected with the man’s derrier, sending him toppling over Napoleon and careening into the glittering ball of mirrors. It shattered into smithereens, and there in the pile of shards, G. Emory Partridge lay cut and bloodied. He lifted his head, intending to say something, but in mid-thought, he drifted into unconsciousness.

Solo lay topped over and wiggled his chair closer to the carnage, grabbing a piece of mirror and used it to cut through his bindings.

Minutes later he was free, pulling himself up, and quickly untied his parnter.

“Nice move tovarisch,” he smiled, giving Illya a hand up from the chair.

“Better him than us my friend…we have had enough experience on Friday the 13th to know that bad luck is real. This date was not exactly an auspicious occasion for him to have tried to launch his latest endeavor.”

“You’ve got that right parther mine,” Napoleon smiled, “Between that and the Solo luck we did good today.”

“What do you mean Solo luck...and ‘we?’ Illya looked somewhat annoyed.

Napoleon withdrew a pink rabbit’s foot from his suit pocket. “Well I suppose this might have helped?” He smiled sheepishly.

“Yes and who gave it to you, may I remind you?” Illya flashed him a look.

“Let’s call for a cleanup team and get out of here before anything else happens.” Solo eyeballed Partridge to make sure he was still out cold.

“Not to worry, I have this.” The Russian pulled a four-leave clover from his pocket, waving it front of the American. “Mark Slate loaned this to me.” Illya said, clicking his tongue as he shook his head,”There were at least...two hundred mirrors if not more; so that makes a minimum of fourteen hundred years bad luck for Mr. Partridge...”

“Don’t think we’ll be hearing much from him again chum.”

“One could only hope,” Kuryakin sighed.

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thanks for an excellent - and spectacular - use of the broken mirror superstition.

As Illya says, we can hope.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! This little series is taking on new and more sinister dimensions, while still addressing the old superstitions. Next installment won't be until the next Friday the 13th in June 2014...."D

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