SNAPSHOTS~ "Timing is everything"

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“10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1…” the Russian counted out loud as he and his partner
rounded the corner, escaping the impending explosion.

Nothing happened.

They hesitated, waiting a second before peeking around the wall.

“Are you sure you set the timer right?” Solo whispered.

“Excuse me...demolitions expert here,” Kuryakin quipped.

“Yes, but you have set your timers wrong… periodically.”

“One time I make a mistake and you will not let me forget about it.”

Illya looked at his watch as three minutes had passed and still no detonation.
He swore he set the timer correctly…3 minutes exactly.

Both men froze as the cold metal of gun barrels were pressed against their cheeks; they hadn’t heard anyone come up behind them.

“Concerned about this gentlemen?”  A block of C-4 was dangled in front of them by the wire Illya had attached to it.  The detonator was was missing.

“Hmm, could you tell me what the timer was set for?” Illya suddenly asked.

“What?”

“The timer...how long?”

“Oh,” he pulled the device from his pocket, looking at it. “It was set for most likely 7 minutes,” he snickered, “ I stopped it at 4:16. I guess that was too long for you U.N.C.L.E. agent.”

“No, not possible. Napoleon, I swear I did not set it incorrectly. He is lying," Illya insisted with a nod of his head, a signal to his partner to move into action.

They swept aside the guns pointed at them, and came out swinging; disarming the men and taking them down with well-placed karate chops.

Illya retrieved the explosives and its accoutrements, reassembling everything within minutes.

“This is not an ideal spot to set it but it will have to do as I suspect we will have more company very soon.” This time Kuryakin reset the timer for 1 minute, double checking it before planting the device out of sight beneath a small side table standing against the wall.

The U.N.C.L.E. agents dragged the unconscious men down the hall, depositing them near an exit and quickly left the building themselves.

“10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1,” Illya checked his watch, counting again as he and Napoleon hit the dirt, taking cover in a nearby ditch.

“BOOM!” A tremendous explosion filled the air, forcing the agents to cover their ears.

The building went up in a blaze of glory, sending debris in every direction; the explosion somewhat larger than expected.

“See ...nothing wrong with my timers,” Illya gloated.

“I stand corrected tovarisch. That was a pretty big boom though buddy. Did you plan that too, because if you did and we were still inside the building….well, you get my drift.”

The Russian’s face flushed pink with embarrassment. “Perhaps I did overdo it a bit with the C-4.”

“Yeah, Mister I don’t make mistakes,” Napoleon sniped as he gave his partner a hand up."Maybe you need to wear your glasses more often."

"Excuse me?"

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