section7mfu | Light The Way

I haven't forgotten this story, but I wrote something different for PicFic and didn't want to leave this unfinished.
If you're interested, Part 1 HERE , Part 2 HERE
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Meryl Leach had spotted Napoleon Solo almost immediately thanks to a very useful bulletin from THRUSH Central concerning the most likely agents to come and investigate their little rebellion. Meryl didn’t care about politics, but she did have her eyes on a prize of considerable value: power. She knew that those who were in the front lines of this effort would be rewarded with the kind of prestige and power afforded very few people. To have it in spades here in the Keys was irresistible.

As Napoleon chatted up the beautiful Meryl, he recognized about her the signs inherent in any THRUSH vixen worth her weight. This one had all of the hallmarks of a THRUSH girl, complete with a lust for power and ideas about how to use it. This was his pathway into the conspiracy. He only hoped that Illya was doing half as well as he.

As it happened, the blond half of the partnership had decided to go investigate the lighthouse even as Solo wined and dined the island’s biggest bird enthusiast. The building looked deserted this time of night, something that worked to Kuryakin’s advantage. How probable was it that there were guards somewhere inside? That questioned nagged momentarily before the Russian shook it off and finished picking the lock on the door.

With understated flourish the agent withdrew the pick and opened the door. Always wary and never sure of what lay ahead, Illya crept along the entry way that fronted the stairwell leading up to the very top. He opted to head to the right, circling the building and arriving at a kitchen area at the back, fully equipped and looking as though it could furnish food for an army.

“Perhaps it will...” Illya said it aloud, his thought processes trying to catch up with the reality of what looked to be headquarters for the rebels and THRUSH. Shaking his head, he continued on through the kitchen and around to what must be an office. Now there was something to work with, and Illya quickly set about going through file cabinets sand desk drawers. There had to be something here that would point to the activities of this group, something solid to give to ...

“Oh, hello.’ A voice broke the silence, causing Illya to turn around just in time to be on the receiving end of a blunt object.