"Escape from the End of the World" ~Part 4
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Solo watched as his partner lowered himself to the ground, nearly exhausted.
Immediately, Evgeny lifted Illya’s shirt and removed the bandage; applying more of his herbs to the wound.
His worry was that it would begin to fester as the dampness of the rainforest was not exactly conducive to healing. On top of that, he wasn’t sure there was a bullet fragment in there but he was in no position to probe for it; that would only make the agent's condition worse in the long run.
The doctor walked off in search of another banana leaf filled with water, and when he returned with it, he sprinkled in more of his herbal concoctions.
“Here, Peyte etot moy drug...drink this my friend. It will help you relax.
Kuryakin gave no argument and swallowed the water. He closed his eyes, falling into a much needed sleep.
“Rest is the best thing for him,” Evgeny said to Solo.
“How long will he be out?”
“As long as he needs. It was no sleeping draught I gave him, but a placebo. In his weakened state, his mind let him believe what I told him, the suggestion made him relax enough to fall asleep. Though given his condition that wasn't hard."
Napoleon was dog tired himself, and sitting down beside his partner he remained on guard. Keeping a watchful eye on the jungle’s edge; he held his rifle ready though his body ached to sleep as well. His eyelids grew heavy, but he jerked himself to awareness several times.
He yawned, fighting to keep himself alert. He thought about getting to Sao Paulo where first he’d have a cooling bath and nice soft bed all to himself. He began to feel impatient, even restless. Sitting was doing him no good as it took him too close to falling asleep.
Pacing back and forth, he listen intently to the sounds of the jungle and anything to indicate rescue was at hand.
Not having a watch; he had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but then something caught his attention.
In the distance he heard the distinctive slapping of rotor blades. There was no mistaking the whop-whop-whopping of a Huey helicopter. It was the sound of rescue, the sound of going home and instantly Solo’s spirits were lifted.
Grinning; he put a hand to Illya’s shoulder, startling him to awareness. “Come on buddy boy, our ride’s here.”
Helping Kuryakin to his feet; Napoleon waved his rifle in the air, signalling to the chopper.
The three fugitives stepped back as the helicopter performed its landing maneuvers, gently setting down beside the river, and a familiar man hopped down to greet them.
“Oy, heard you lads were in need of a lift,” Mark Slate shouted over the sounds of the slowly turning rotor blades.
“Are we happy to see you Mark,” Napoleon called out, while he and the doctor steadied the Russian.
“Do you have a first aide kit?” Bloom asked.
“Yes sir, right in the back,” Mark nodded, helping them all to board. Once everyone was settled, Slate sat down in the co-pilots seat. “All right gents, hang on.”
The Bell-Huey took off and there was that momentary feeling of downward pressure as they rose. Not all of them had headphones, so it was noisy as hell but worth it as they were heading to civilization. Evgeny handed out some cotton balls from the first aid kit for them to stuff in their ears. He double checked his patient and changied Illya’s bandages to clean gauze and tape, though contiuing to use his herbal poultice.
Though the chopper vibrated, he pilot was maintaining a low altitude so there was little excess turbulence to deal with.
The chopper had been stripped down, with little armament. The .50 caliber machine gun typically found on a Huey was missing, however there was a pair of side mounted rocket launchers, each capable of firing a number folding-fin rockets.
Noticing that, Kuryakin called to Mark and the pilot.
“Can you head west. We need to go back to the prison.”
“What for mate?” Mark asked.
“You’ll see,” Illya smiled.
It took but a few minutes to reach what had taken the trio hours to escape, and as the helicopter hovered over the prison. Some of the guards began firing at it, but the Huey was out of range.
“Mark that wall there,”Solo pointed.”Target a rocket directly at that.”
“Are you sure guv? That wasn’t part of the assignment.”
“No, but there’s a lot of people still in that place whom I’m sure weren’t able to get out. Let’s give them a second chance.”
“Righto,” Mark grinned. “I can take out the towers too if you like.”
“Please do,” Illya called out.
The rockets were fired with deadly accuracy, and the occupants of the Huey watched the chaos as more of the prisoners escaped through the smoke and rubble into the jungle, seemingly unimpeded by any of the remaining guards.
Illya turned to Evgeny. “See, we kept our word.”
“Spacibo tovarisch,” the doctor smiled.
The helicopter made a sharp turn, finally taking them back to Sao Paolo and civilization.
There, Illya would have proper medical treatment and they would at last return to New York. Though Doctor Bloom would remain in Sao Paolo, where under the protection of U.N.C.L.E. he would safely continue his research.
The next day, Napoleon was seated at his partner’s bedside in the small medical wing of UNCLE Sao Paulo. Dr. Bloom along with the staff physician removed the bullet fragment in Illya’s side and he was now healing nicely.
“All’s right with the world again,” Napoleon smiled. He was cool, clean and had a good nights rest in that hotel bed, as medical had cleared him.
“Yes I suppose you could say that,” the patient answered.
Illya, wiped his mouth with his napkin as he’d just finished eating; wolfing down his order of Virado à paulista, a typical Brazilian dish prepared with beans, onion and garlic. accompanied by sausage, fried eggs, cabbage, crackling and rib pork. Enough to satisfy one hungry Russian, or so Solo thought.
“What do you mean? We completed our mission and lived to tell the tale didn't we chum?”
“Oh, sorry. I was referring to the food not the assignment.”
“Huh?”
“I am still hungry…”
Napoleon laughed, slapping his leg, though in truth he knew Illya was very underweight.
“You’ll never change will you?”
“I hope not,”Kuryakin smiled.”Now could you please see if I can get another portion? I really am still hungry.”
“Sure partner mine, the least I can do,” Solo chuckled as he rang the nurse. Yes, all was right with the world...for now.
The familiar warble of a communicator interrupted that thought.
“Solo here.”
“Good afternoon Mr. Solo. I’ve been waiting for your follow up report,” Alexander Waverly harumphed.
“Sorry sir I was just about to contact you when... ummm, Mr. Kuryakin woke up.” Though it was a bold-faced lie, Waverly seemingly bought it. Napoleon mouthed to the nurse as she came in to bring more food for the ravenous Russian.
“Indeed. Yes. I take it you are with Mr. Kuryakin now?”
“Yes sir. I’ve been informed that he’ll making a complete recovery and will be ready to travel in a day or so.”
“Excellent. I have a small assignment for you both to take care of before your return to New York, that is if Mr. Kuryaking is up to the task?"
Napoleon rolled his eyes.
“Yes sir, I am fine,” Illya called out. “What is the assignment?”
“It seems in your facilitating the escape of so many prisoners from ‘El fin del mundo’, some of whom were political prisoners, they somehow managed to enact a coup against Generalissimo Machado. Your new assignment is to personally escort the deposed General here to New York where you will hand him over to the United Nations Security Council, who will handle his disposition, as it were. Sadly though, I suspect he will be granted asylum in a sympathetic country."
Napoleon shook his head, not happy with that pronouncement, but bit his tongue instead of commenting.
"Mr. Solo are you there?"
"Yes, umm, sorry sir."
“You’ll take custody of Machado as soon as Mr. Kuryakin is discharged. Waverly out.”
“Well how about that. Just peachy.”
Disappointment at not heading home to a cooler climate showed in his face as Solo didn’t exactly relish the idea of remaining in the tropics longer than necessary.
“Hey buddy boy, you need heal faster so we can get this assignment over and done with. You can make up for lost time eating when we get home, and the sooner the better. Tell you what, I’ll treat you to a nice steak and lobster at Delmonico's when we get back to New York.”
“Mmmm, “Illya nodded. That’s all he could manage since his mouth was filled with more food, as a nurse had brought his second helping of Virado à paulista and he was already digging in.
Continue to Part 5
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Date: 2015-02-06 04:47 pm (UTC)Now, why am I suddenly hungry.....
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Date: 2015-02-06 04:57 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the imagery...the blue macaws being added was inspired by watching the animated movie "Rio 2" (chuckle)
Go eat lunch now...
And thank you for the great comment. "D
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Date: 2015-02-06 09:28 pm (UTC)(I'm trying to write the final part of my wip, but it just isn't coming right)
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Date: 2015-02-07 12:14 am (UTC)Newsletter for Monday, February 9th
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