"Escape from the End of the World"~ Part 7

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The next morning Napoleon rose first, taking his shower and shaving, while Illya, feeling much better, ordered breakfast. Solo suspected it would be a big one, knowing his partner.

He was feeling stuffed from the previous night’s dinner, but more so he was feeling slightly hungover from all the wine he’d drunk. Given that, he,planned to eat light today. Napoleon knew eventually gain back the pounds
he’d lost and wasn’t worried about it, at least not now.

Illya on the other hand needed to eat more, not just to gain back the weight he lost, but to compensate for his high metabolism.

Napoleon knew when his partner became cranky for no apparent reason that Illya needed to eat a little something.  That however, wasn’t always possible so, the Russian had taken to carrying a few peppermints in his pocket. The sugar was a temporary boost, but only that.

This metabolism thing with Illya was never really a problem, though from time to time Kuryakin would simply shut down...part of the reason why he was always napping at every opportunity, Napoleon guessed.

Solo got into the habit of carrying some as well, just in case. Solo chuckled to himself, given his proclivity for having onions with his meals, the mints served to sweeten the breath, in the event he met a lovely lady. If he didn't have one, he could always borrow a mint from his partner.

Breakfast had not yet arrived, so Illya took his turn in the bathroom, though with his bandage it was a bit of a conundrum as to how to shower.

Instead he opted for a shallow bath, scrubbing and sponging himself clean and protecting the bandage with a towel. Once his hair was washed, he exited the tub, drying himself off with one of the rather luxuriously soft blue towels.

He examined his bandaging and silently cursed as he’d managed to get it wet despite his best efforts to prevent it.

Wrapping his waist in the towel; he stepped out from the bathroom.

“Napoleon, I have a little problem.” He pointed to his side, as a bit of pink was showing through the wet gauze.

Solo knelt down, examining it and slowly peeled away the tape and bandage.. It was just a little seepage as had been predicted. The stitches were intact, though the skin seemed a little pink but nothing worrisome.

They’d both been injured enough to know when a wound wasn’t healing properly.

“It’s fine. You just need the dressing changed, that’s all. Dr. Vilar gave me supplies to take care of that. As you may recall you got yourself sprung from Medical a bit too early? Just remember, you can’t do anything strenuous. No lifting okay?”

“Yes Doctor Solo,” the Russian chuckled. Neither of them really anticipated anything to cause problems while doing the prisoner escort.

The bandaging done; Illya disappeared to the bedroom to dress.

There was a knock at the door and Napoleon drew his gun, stepping to the side as a cautionary measure.

“Who is it?”

“Room service senhor, breakfast as ordered.” It was a woman’s voice and one Napoleon recognized instantly.

“April?”

“In the flesh darling, now open up. This food smells delicious and I want some.”

Napoleon let her in with a smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I just finished an assignment in Rio a bit early and decided to pop by. I have a day to spare before I go back to New York.”

He looked past her to the empty hall. “Where’s Mark?”

“Off to Scotland I’m afraid. No rest for the weary.”

“Tell me about it. Napoleon leaned in, greeting his lover with a long kiss, and she responded, letting her hands wander to his derriere.

He pulled them away. “Sorry, Illya’s here and I sort of made him a promise regarding...well you know.”

“Ohhh, I see. Celibate for a mission. Very un-Napoleon. Who’da thunk?” She laughed, though not taking it seriously, knowing Napoleon well, in the biblical sense. She lifted the lid to one of the dishes and stole a piece of fresh fruit, but eyed the rest of the food.

The cart was filled with cheese rolls, more cheese and ham as well as cornmeal cakes with butter.  Some foods not so Brazilian like eggs benedict, with toasted French bread, and croissant were also on the menu, and last but not least, slices of Brazilian flan.

A carafe of strong coffee and one with hot water for tea most likely for Illya stood beside the trays.

“You’ve got enough food here to feed a half dozen people.”

“Hey what can I say, Illya ordered it,” Napoleon smiled.

Kuryakin, dressed in a pair of loose fitting dungarees and a black tee shirt, stepped out from the bedroom, greeting April with a nod..

“This is an unexpected surprise. Were you sent to babysit us?”

“Babysit?”

“Never mind,” Napoleon interrupted,” No Illya she was in the area and just dropped by to say hello, and she’ll be joining us for breakfast.

Kuryakin shrugged his indifference. “I ordered plenty of food as you can see, so there is more than enough for the three of us.”

“I noticed. You trying to gain back all your weight at once chum?”

“Funny Napoleon. I ordered your Eggs Benedict and toast, just the way you like it.”

“And I appreciate that.”

They filled their plates and sat together at the table, munching in silence.

“So yes Illya you do look like you lost quite a bit of weight, and you too Napoleon,” April remarked.” Care to tell me what happened to the two of you?”

“I could tell you, but then I’d have to shoot you,” Napoleon chuckled.

“Okay I get it, you can’t tell me. Though I did hear some chatter about a South American General being deposed after his political rivals were miraculously broken out of some mysterious prison called ‘El fin del mundo’. The End of the World...now that’s a pretty chilling name. You wouldn’t to happen to know anything about that would you?”

“Nice try April,” Illya snickered.”You can read our final report once it is officially filed.”

A communicator beeped loudly, making all three agents snap their heads to attention in its direction.

“Mine,” Napoleon said, getting up to retrieve it. He opened the pen, setting up the microphone.

“Solo here.”

“Yes, good morning,” Waverly answered.”The timetable for your assignment has changed. You and Mr. Kuryakin are to report this afternoon to the office of the Governor, whose military police currently have custody of Machado. We need to get the General out of the country as quickly as possible as people have become aware of his presence in the capitol and may be seeking retribution. He’s responsible for the disappearances of too many people. Yet his supporters are still out there so clashes are anticipated. The political situation there is volatile and complicated.Trouble brewing gentlemen,  better not to have the man around before things become too explosive.”

“Understood sir,”

“Is Miss Dancer there with you?”

Napoleon eyes widened, wondering how the hell did he know these things?

”Why yes sir she is.”

“Miss Dancer?”

“Yes sir?”

“New assignment. You are to accompany Messrs. Solo and Kuryakin on escort duty. They are delivering the deposed Generalissimo Machado to the Cuban government.”

“Sir?” Napoleon interrupted.

“Mr. Solo, I am fully aware of the state of Mr. Kuryakin’s health and given his allergic episode yesterday among other things, I have deemed it wise to have Miss Dancer tag along, just as a precaution. Is there a problem with this?”

“Absolutely not sir.”

“Good. I’ll expect a report when you have taken Machado into custody as well as when you are relieved of him in Cuba. Waverly out.”

“Hmmm, guess I’m your babysitter after all,” April smiled before spearing a piece of mango with her fork and popping it into her mouth.

Illya pushed aside his plate, giving her a raised eyebrow. He didn’t mind her being on the assignment at all, but was surprised Waverly hadn’t selected an agent from the  as long as she didn’t distract his partner too much. He dismissed that thought, reminding himself they were both professionals, and would comport themselves properly.

He excused himself, heading to the bathroom.

“So darling, care to come back to my hotel room later? I’ve missed you lover,” April whispered.

“I heard that,” Illya called.

He was well aware of the intimate relationship that she and Napoleon had going on. It wasn’t by any means monogamous, and they both seemed to prefer keeping it open. As long as she didn’t distract his partner too much, that was all he was concerned about. Yet he dismissed that thought, reminding himself they were both professionals, and would comport themselves properly.

Napoleon shot a look at Kuryakin, but backed down. A promise was a promise and he’d made one to Illya there’d be no abandoning him for a woman, though Dancer’s invitation was very tempting.

“I’m sorry but I can’t. I made a promise.” He looked quite unhappy.

“So you’re really are being celibate then.” April was impressed.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t make up for lost time, post mission that is,” he smiled at her.

“Eww, I like having things to look forward to.” She bit into a piece of fruit, licking her lips seductively with the juices from it.

“You really are being a cock tease today aren’t you?” Napoleon leaned in towards her, drinking her in with his eyes.

“Good God, you two are going to make me vomit. I am not vacating the premises so perhaps you should get it over with and go to her hotel room...and there do what it is you two do together,” Illya moaned as he returned from the bathroom.

“Do what we do?” Napoleon snorted his laughter.”Never quite heard it put that way.”

“Unlike you, I was trying to be a little less crude,”Illya crossed his arms in front of himself, becoming distracted as he gazed longingly at the last slice of flan.

“Are you going to eat that?”He asked.

“All yours and sorry tovarisch, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“And I guess me either darling,” April giggled.



Continue to part 8



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Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Interesting chapter, which tells us nothing LOL. The mysteries just deepen :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Yes it tells you nothing other than showing their downtime and the fact that their assignment is that much closer. this one is paced a little slower. Yes, making you wait...but so are they.

Thanks for reading and commenting. didn't think anyone was going to read this chapter at all today. Everyone is focusing on the MFU trailer....sigh.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I wasn't going to miss it. I've been looking forward to it since Tuesday, and I wasn't disappointed :-) I'm really enjoying this story, a lot.

As for the MFU trailer, I can't make my mind up. It looks ok.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

As I said already, trailers can look pretty good, sometimes better than the movie. Take "Jupiter Ascending" for example. Great trailer, and apparently the movie is a stinker. lol

Really glad you're enjoying the story so far. It's been a long time since I've written a long WIP and I'm taking advantage of my muse being cooperative. The next chapter won't post until Tuesday as the Valentine Challenge stories post this weekend and I don't want to conflict with them. I do have a Valentine story to post though over on Scrapbook. yay!

[lacik9.livejournal.com]

Moving up the assignment a day may keep them from getting into trouble with the downtime in Rio, but not so sure about Cuba. Maybe we'll find out on Tuesday or will it be a twist?

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

They're actually in Sao Paulo...not that too much time on their hands couldn't open the door to trouble. (Rio is over 5 hours away) lol! Thanks for hanging in there and taking the time to comment.

Lots more to come. "D