section7mfu | Enter Caesar - for What's My Line? and World Cat Day

I decided to combine the two challenges and give you a line and a cat. The line is Remind Me Again...
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Two men crept along the path towards a high wall that surrounded a THRUSH satrapy in the middle of nowhere. One of them was carrying a large case in which was housed their secret weapon. Word of the nature of this satrapy had reached the desk of Alexander Waverly, and the mission he concocted was what brought Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin here to this desert outpost.

Only moonlight was guiding their way, but the incessant howling of the third member of this group was threatening to alert the guards that were surely closely by.

"Can't you keep that creature silent? I wish we'd brought a dog instead of a cat, at least it would listen to us and not keep carrying on like a banshee." Napoleon was impatient with this cat as it continued to bawl into the night with complaints of its confinement.

"Remind me again why it is solely my responsibility to keep the cat quiet? You cannot make a cat do anything it does not wish to do, and Mr. Waverly should have considered that when he insisted on using a cat on this mission." Illya liked cats, but sending one into the heart of a THRUSH enclave seemed ... silly. He didn't dare say it to Mr. Waverly, but the idea lacked something, he was sure of it.

"The cat has to infiltrate and then set off alarms. Once they realize it's a cat, then we can sneak in and do our jobs." The downside was that the job involved blowing up the buildings and sadly, most probably the cat as well.

"Sshhh... there's the opening. Let's send in Caesar and see if he can conquer our enemies." Napoleon winked as he said that, only slightly sorry to see the howling creature go. Illya opened the door after setting the carrier down directly in front of the small opening that served as a duct to some airways within. Caesar, a sleek tabby with an attitude that matched his name, streaked out of his confinement and into the void, chasing a light beam that was triggered when the door opened. Soon alarms would be set off, distracting the guards and allowing the two agents to sneak into the compound and set their explosives.

Illya heaved a great sigh as he imagined Caesar running through that conduit, sparking off the alarms as he went. He and Napoleon waited, the sound of alarms slow in materializing.

"I wonder why we're not hearing anything. Caesar should have set off several alarms by "

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'What...? Illya, what is that noise?" The blond looked down at the carrier, still in the spot where he'd let Caesar out, the door still open.

"I believe it is a cat."

"I know it's a cat. Why is it a cat and why isn't Caesar inside doing his job?" Illya glowered now at his partner. Hadn't he just informed Napoleon that cats couldn't be made to obey if they weren't in the mood? He was made of the same stuff, and right now..."

A large explosion sounded off in the distance, beyond the wall. Another, and then the sounds of voices shouting in several languages.

"How the ... Did Caesar do that?" Illya hadn't a clue, but if any creature on earth could confound man and do the unexpected, it would be a cat.

"I think we should get out of here and ask questions later." Illya shut the door on the carrier and bounded up and away from the chaos, Napoleon right beside him. Neither man had an explanation, but at least they could report the mission was a success.

Safely in his carrier, Caesar knew his job was done. No more howling, just a nice long nap before the rewards due him, preferably in the form of salmon.