An impromptu truce...
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section7mfuSummary: Napoleon and Illya are on stake out in the woods.
Rating: Gen
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Solo and Kuryakin were well positioned, hidden up in the tree line that bordered the edge of a clearing.
There were a few ramshackled picnic tables scattered about, and some beat up trash cans. It seemed to be not well cared for enough to attract people on a fine summers day such as this, much less being a meeting place for Thrush agents.
Intelligence indicated there was something brewing; a flock of birds were anticipated to show, but for what, the partners had no idea.
Napoleon looked at his watch nervously, checking it every few minutes while he slapped away the mosquitos that seemed to want to feast on his blood.
“Looking at your watch is not going to make them arrive any sooner,”Illya whispered.
Napoleon clicked his tongue, giving the Russian one of his more annoyed looks. He was about to say something smart when he heard the roar of engines in the distance.
One by one a variety of cars and a van arrived, way more than the U.N.C.L.E. agents had first anticipated.
“Pehaps we should have brought backup?” Illya suggested as he counted at least ten men stepping out the cars.
“What’s that they’re carrying?” Napoleon asked.
“Looks like coolers, they must be transporting chemicals that need to be kept...”
The door to the van suddenly opened and out hopped a least a half dozen squealing children, followed by eight women.
“Children?” Illya blurted out. “What nefarious plan could they again have involving such innocents?”
The agents watched as other containers were brought from the van; the contents removed and set on the tables.
“It looks like food, speaking of which, I am hungry.” Illya announced as he looked through his binoculars.
“You’re always hungry.”
The next thing to come out of the van was a portable grill and a large bag of charcoal briquettes as well as several long metal rods.
“Oh my God, are they going to use hot pokers on those kids? Napoleon blurt out.
Moments later hot dogs were slipped onto the skewers and laid on the hot grill to cook.
“This is no meeting,” Illya chuckled. “It is a picnic.”
“Will you look at them, they're acting like a bunch of teddy bears instead of dangerous minions of T.H.R.U.S.H. I guess even they’re entitled to some family time huh? Napoleon mused as he waved to Illya to descend from their vantage point. “I think our intel was bad on this one partner mine, let’s leave them be with their families...an impromptu truce shall we say?”
“Mmm, the food does smell good, does it not?” The Russian’s stomach growled loudly.
“Maybe if you ask nicely, they’ll give you some?” Napoleon snickered.
“Do you think?”
“Illya...”
Rating: Gen
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Solo and Kuryakin were well positioned, hidden up in the tree line that bordered the edge of a clearing.
There were a few ramshackled picnic tables scattered about, and some beat up trash cans. It seemed to be not well cared for enough to attract people on a fine summers day such as this, much less being a meeting place for Thrush agents.
Intelligence indicated there was something brewing; a flock of birds were anticipated to show, but for what, the partners had no idea.
Napoleon looked at his watch nervously, checking it every few minutes while he slapped away the mosquitos that seemed to want to feast on his blood.
“Looking at your watch is not going to make them arrive any sooner,”Illya whispered.
Napoleon clicked his tongue, giving the Russian one of his more annoyed looks. He was about to say something smart when he heard the roar of engines in the distance.
One by one a variety of cars and a van arrived, way more than the U.N.C.L.E. agents had first anticipated.
“Pehaps we should have brought backup?” Illya suggested as he counted at least ten men stepping out the cars.
“What’s that they’re carrying?” Napoleon asked.
“Looks like coolers, they must be transporting chemicals that need to be kept...”
The door to the van suddenly opened and out hopped a least a half dozen squealing children, followed by eight women.
“Children?” Illya blurted out. “What nefarious plan could they again have involving such innocents?”
The agents watched as other containers were brought from the van; the contents removed and set on the tables.
“It looks like food, speaking of which, I am hungry.” Illya announced as he looked through his binoculars.
“You’re always hungry.”
The next thing to come out of the van was a portable grill and a large bag of charcoal briquettes as well as several long metal rods.
“Oh my God, are they going to use hot pokers on those kids? Napoleon blurt out.
Moments later hot dogs were slipped onto the skewers and laid on the hot grill to cook.
“This is no meeting,” Illya chuckled. “It is a picnic.”
“Will you look at them, they're acting like a bunch of teddy bears instead of dangerous minions of T.H.R.U.S.H. I guess even they’re entitled to some family time huh? Napoleon mused as he waved to Illya to descend from their vantage point. “I think our intel was bad on this one partner mine, let’s leave them be with their families...an impromptu truce shall we say?”
“Mmm, the food does smell good, does it not?” The Russian’s stomach growled loudly.
“Maybe if you ask nicely, they’ll give you some?” Napoleon snickered.
“Do you think?”
“Illya...”
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