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A crowd had gathered outside Del Floria’s, attracted by the woman who was laughing uncontrollably. The tailor called through to reception for assistance, where two agents were preparing to leave. The three men tried to calm the woman, but nothing worked. For security, and Helen’s dignity, Del brought her inside and pulled down the blind. There were actually two blinds fitted over the tailor shop window. The first one was a normal ‘out of business hours’ one. The second was more or less the same, but was a different colour, which indicated to agents that the entrance was unavailable.
When Solo and Kuryakin arrived at the shop, a medical team was already there and Helen was hyperventilating; the constant laughing rendering her unable to take a proper breath. Despite reservations against, the medics had no option but to sedate the her.
“Any idea what is causing this, Doc?” Solo asked.
“I haven’t the first idea, Mr Solo.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The Meeting resumed in Waverly’s office; without Mrs Pullman, who had been called back to her own office. Mr Waverly was deeply concerned about the sudden turn of events.
“We appear to be on the back foot with this one gentlemen,” he grumbled. “You are to trace this Mr Kent and ascertain his long range plans. I suggest you start with reviewing the security footage from Del Floria’s. In the meantime, I’ll have someone back-track Miss McKenzie’s movements for the past couple of weeks.”
Waverly closed his file and waved the agents away with his pipe. The two of them went straight to security to look over the recordings from that morning. What they saw didn’t seem to be particularly enlightening. They watched as Miss McKenzie stepped out of the car. She was behaving fairly normally, right up until the point Kent kissed her. She seemed to go rigid and then, as he drove away, the laughing began.
“He’s still wearing that cream suit,” Solo noted. “It’s as though he is trying to make himself as noticeable as possible.”
“He put his hand on the back of her neck when he kissed her,” Illya pointed out. “He probably injected her with something.”
Pulling the glasses from his face, the Russian slammed them down on the table.
“What’s wrong, Partner Mine?”
“I should have prevented this,” Illya snapped back. “When Mrs Pullman brought this to me two days ago, I should have spoken to Miss McKenzie then and maybe she wouldn’t now be in medical.”
“Listen Tovarisch,” Napoleon said, as he put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “All you knew then was that a member of staff had broken the rules. You had no reason to believe this boyfriend of hers was anything sinister. You followed protocol by performing a security check, and you informed me at the beginning. Don’t go blaming yourself and concentrate on finding out what Kent is up too.”
“Sorry my friend, you’re right.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Down in medical, the doctors were perplexed. Helen McKenzie was fully unconscious and was now unable to breathe on her own. Whatever had caused the laughing now appeared to be shutting down her lungs.
“Have you any answers yet, doctor?”
Dr Barrie hadn’t heard Mr Waverly enter, and immediately jumped to his feet, knocking the contents of a coffee cup over most of his desk.
“Erm. . . Not yet, Sir. I’m awaiting test results.”
“Are you able to speculate on what may be happening to the unfortunate young woman?” the Old man asked, knowing full well that if the doctor knew anything, he would have told him.
“Sorry Sir, no,” Dr Barrie replied sadly. “She seems to be deteriorating, but until I know what I’m dealing with, I can’t do anything.”
“I understand. Keep me apprised.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
An hour later, after very little effort, Napoleon and Illya had an address for Malcolm Kent. Kuryakin was more than a little perturbed about how easy it had been to find him. It was obvious Kent was attempting to draw someone out.
“What I don’t understand,” Solo mused. “Is why did he change his methodology now, and why wait for two weeks before doing what he did this morning?”
“He wasn’t getting the result he wanted,” Kuryakin suggested. “Maybe he got tired of waiting for us, so did something different to get our attention.”
“Why use Helen? What purpose does hurting her serve?”
Illya chewed on the end of a pen as he mulled it over.
“He obviously has a new type of weapon he wished to demonstrate. Though what making someone laugh is meant to achieve is anyone’s guess. I’ve spoken to her colleagues, and it seems Miss McKenzie can be a little indiscreet. Maybe she was talking about things she shouldn’t in public, and he overheard. Really, at the moment, we only have one way of finding out.”
“So it would seem,” Napoleon agreed. “Come on then IK. We have a trap to walk into.”
To Be Continued.
A crowd had gathered outside Del Floria’s, attracted by the woman who was laughing uncontrollably. The tailor called through to reception for assistance, where two agents were preparing to leave. The three men tried to calm the woman, but nothing worked. For security, and Helen’s dignity, Del brought her inside and pulled down the blind. There were actually two blinds fitted over the tailor shop window. The first one was a normal ‘out of business hours’ one. The second was more or less the same, but was a different colour, which indicated to agents that the entrance was unavailable.
When Solo and Kuryakin arrived at the shop, a medical team was already there and Helen was hyperventilating; the constant laughing rendering her unable to take a proper breath. Despite reservations against, the medics had no option but to sedate the her.
“Any idea what is causing this, Doc?” Solo asked.
“I haven’t the first idea, Mr Solo.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The Meeting resumed in Waverly’s office; without Mrs Pullman, who had been called back to her own office. Mr Waverly was deeply concerned about the sudden turn of events.
“We appear to be on the back foot with this one gentlemen,” he grumbled. “You are to trace this Mr Kent and ascertain his long range plans. I suggest you start with reviewing the security footage from Del Floria’s. In the meantime, I’ll have someone back-track Miss McKenzie’s movements for the past couple of weeks.”
Waverly closed his file and waved the agents away with his pipe. The two of them went straight to security to look over the recordings from that morning. What they saw didn’t seem to be particularly enlightening. They watched as Miss McKenzie stepped out of the car. She was behaving fairly normally, right up until the point Kent kissed her. She seemed to go rigid and then, as he drove away, the laughing began.
“He’s still wearing that cream suit,” Solo noted. “It’s as though he is trying to make himself as noticeable as possible.”
“He put his hand on the back of her neck when he kissed her,” Illya pointed out. “He probably injected her with something.”
Pulling the glasses from his face, the Russian slammed them down on the table.
“What’s wrong, Partner Mine?”
“I should have prevented this,” Illya snapped back. “When Mrs Pullman brought this to me two days ago, I should have spoken to Miss McKenzie then and maybe she wouldn’t now be in medical.”
“Listen Tovarisch,” Napoleon said, as he put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “All you knew then was that a member of staff had broken the rules. You had no reason to believe this boyfriend of hers was anything sinister. You followed protocol by performing a security check, and you informed me at the beginning. Don’t go blaming yourself and concentrate on finding out what Kent is up too.”
“Sorry my friend, you’re right.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Down in medical, the doctors were perplexed. Helen McKenzie was fully unconscious and was now unable to breathe on her own. Whatever had caused the laughing now appeared to be shutting down her lungs.
“Have you any answers yet, doctor?”
Dr Barrie hadn’t heard Mr Waverly enter, and immediately jumped to his feet, knocking the contents of a coffee cup over most of his desk.
“Erm. . . Not yet, Sir. I’m awaiting test results.”
“Are you able to speculate on what may be happening to the unfortunate young woman?” the Old man asked, knowing full well that if the doctor knew anything, he would have told him.
“Sorry Sir, no,” Dr Barrie replied sadly. “She seems to be deteriorating, but until I know what I’m dealing with, I can’t do anything.”
“I understand. Keep me apprised.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
An hour later, after very little effort, Napoleon and Illya had an address for Malcolm Kent. Kuryakin was more than a little perturbed about how easy it had been to find him. It was obvious Kent was attempting to draw someone out.
“What I don’t understand,” Solo mused. “Is why did he change his methodology now, and why wait for two weeks before doing what he did this morning?”
“He wasn’t getting the result he wanted,” Kuryakin suggested. “Maybe he got tired of waiting for us, so did something different to get our attention.”
“Why use Helen? What purpose does hurting her serve?”
Illya chewed on the end of a pen as he mulled it over.
“He obviously has a new type of weapon he wished to demonstrate. Though what making someone laugh is meant to achieve is anyone’s guess. I’ve spoken to her colleagues, and it seems Miss McKenzie can be a little indiscreet. Maybe she was talking about things she shouldn’t in public, and he overheard. Really, at the moment, we only have one way of finding out.”
“So it would seem,” Napoleon agreed. “Come on then IK. We have a trap to walk into.”
To Be Continued.
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Date: 2014-11-19 02:45 am (UTC)Now, if this "Malcolm Kent" had managed to steal some Joker venom, I wouldn't be surprised, but that's wandering into crossover territory, and that way lies madness.
(Malcolm Kent. Malcontent. Probably a coincidence, but Obvious Pseudonyms make me twitch. It's the comic book reader in me.)
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