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section7mfu“Assignment for you,” Napoleon Solo announced, as he dropped a file on Illya’s desk.
“And it is not even my birthday,” Illya replied, before reading the name on the front of the file. “Catherine ‘Cat’ Felina. Is that her actual name?”
“Apparently so,” Solo confirmed. “It seems her parents had a thing for cats, and changed the family name accordingly. From what we have ascertained, Miss Felina is possessed of the same obsession.”
Illya opened the file and was struck by the face on the photograph within. The woman in question was twenty-eight years old, with very straight, shoulder length black hair. Her beauty was enhanced by the heavy, Egyptian style, make-up she wore. A quick glance through her profile revealed her to be a prolific housebreaker, but Illya could see no reason why she would be of interest to U.N.C.L.E.
“What does she have to do with us?”
“She a cat burglar,” Napoleon told him, enjoying the inevitable eye roll from his partner. “I mean that almost literally. The only things she ever takes from the houses she breaks into are cat-related objects.”
“I still do not know why I’m reading her file.”
“She chose the wrong house.”
U.N.C.L.E. had received information that a statuette, representing the goddess Bastet, had been stolen from a known THRUSH operative. The object was being used as a hiding place to store a microfilm, and THRUSH were seemingly quite keen to retrieve it.
“Do we know what is on the microfilm?” Illya asked.
“Not a clue,” answered Napoleon. “We can assume, given their apparent concern, that it is something quite important. You need to visit Miss Felina before the birdies realise it wasn’t us who took it.”
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Cat Felina was particularly proud of the Bastet statuette. She had others, but this new one was by far the nicest. Most of her ill-gotten gains were on display around her apartment but she had a special cabinet of any Bastet figure she came across. Carefully rearranging the others, Cat placed the gold, blue and red figure in pride of place. Like the Egyptians of times past, she revered cats, especially this particular cat deity. The goddess Bastet was the mother and protector and, just like she was, the deity was often portrayed as mild-mannered, but dangerous.
Miss Felina had been afforded a privileged, but safe, upbringing. There had been very little excitement in her childhood, until the day one of her friends brought a toy cat into school. Catherine had plenty of them at home, in one form or another, but she really wanted the wooden one belonging to her friend. The thrill of taking it, without the other girl even suspecting it was her, gave Cat a rush she had never known before. That was the beginning of her life of crime. She had been caught on many occasions, but her father’s money had always meant she escaped any kind of custodial sentence. Who was he to deny his only child’s fun? Cat was pulled from the memory by a knock on the door.
“Can I help you?” she asked the short, unassuming blond man.
“Miss Felina, my name is Illya Kuryakin from the U.N.C.L.E.,” he introduced himself, as he showed her his I.D.
“What is that exactly?” Catherine asked, eyeing the man with suspicion.
“The United Network Command for Law and Enforcement,” Illya informed her. “I need to ask you about a figure of Bastet you recently stole from a, quite dangerous, man.”
The woman tried to slam the door shut on him, but was prevented by Illya slamming his hand against the wood, and forcing it back open.
“Please believe me Miss Felina,” Illya continued, as he stepped into the apartment. “The man you robbed will not think twice about killing you in order to retrieve his property. It is in your best interest to give to object to me. I will also take you to a safe house.”
“I’m hardly going to go with a man I’ve never met,” Cat replied, fiercely. “For all I know, you might kill me.”
“I doubt that,” said a new voice.
Both Cat and Illya turned to see two armed men.
“Kuryakin is one of the good guys,” the man who’d spoken continued. “I, on the other hand, am not.”
Without warning, the Thrushman shot Illya in thigh. The Russian fell with a grunt, but still managed to draw his own weapon. Before he could do anything with it though, it was snatched from his hand and he was viciously kicked in the head.
“I’ll take my property back now, Miss Felina.”
To Be Continued.
“And it is not even my birthday,” Illya replied, before reading the name on the front of the file. “Catherine ‘Cat’ Felina. Is that her actual name?”
“Apparently so,” Solo confirmed. “It seems her parents had a thing for cats, and changed the family name accordingly. From what we have ascertained, Miss Felina is possessed of the same obsession.”
Illya opened the file and was struck by the face on the photograph within. The woman in question was twenty-eight years old, with very straight, shoulder length black hair. Her beauty was enhanced by the heavy, Egyptian style, make-up she wore. A quick glance through her profile revealed her to be a prolific housebreaker, but Illya could see no reason why she would be of interest to U.N.C.L.E.
“What does she have to do with us?”
“She a cat burglar,” Napoleon told him, enjoying the inevitable eye roll from his partner. “I mean that almost literally. The only things she ever takes from the houses she breaks into are cat-related objects.”
“I still do not know why I’m reading her file.”
“She chose the wrong house.”
U.N.C.L.E. had received information that a statuette, representing the goddess Bastet, had been stolen from a known THRUSH operative. The object was being used as a hiding place to store a microfilm, and THRUSH were seemingly quite keen to retrieve it.
“Do we know what is on the microfilm?” Illya asked.
“Not a clue,” answered Napoleon. “We can assume, given their apparent concern, that it is something quite important. You need to visit Miss Felina before the birdies realise it wasn’t us who took it.”
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Cat Felina was particularly proud of the Bastet statuette. She had others, but this new one was by far the nicest. Most of her ill-gotten gains were on display around her apartment but she had a special cabinet of any Bastet figure she came across. Carefully rearranging the others, Cat placed the gold, blue and red figure in pride of place. Like the Egyptians of times past, she revered cats, especially this particular cat deity. The goddess Bastet was the mother and protector and, just like she was, the deity was often portrayed as mild-mannered, but dangerous.
Miss Felina had been afforded a privileged, but safe, upbringing. There had been very little excitement in her childhood, until the day one of her friends brought a toy cat into school. Catherine had plenty of them at home, in one form or another, but she really wanted the wooden one belonging to her friend. The thrill of taking it, without the other girl even suspecting it was her, gave Cat a rush she had never known before. That was the beginning of her life of crime. She had been caught on many occasions, but her father’s money had always meant she escaped any kind of custodial sentence. Who was he to deny his only child’s fun? Cat was pulled from the memory by a knock on the door.
“Can I help you?” she asked the short, unassuming blond man.
“Miss Felina, my name is Illya Kuryakin from the U.N.C.L.E.,” he introduced himself, as he showed her his I.D.
“What is that exactly?” Catherine asked, eyeing the man with suspicion.
“The United Network Command for Law and Enforcement,” Illya informed her. “I need to ask you about a figure of Bastet you recently stole from a, quite dangerous, man.”
The woman tried to slam the door shut on him, but was prevented by Illya slamming his hand against the wood, and forcing it back open.
“Please believe me Miss Felina,” Illya continued, as he stepped into the apartment. “The man you robbed will not think twice about killing you in order to retrieve his property. It is in your best interest to give to object to me. I will also take you to a safe house.”
“I’m hardly going to go with a man I’ve never met,” Cat replied, fiercely. “For all I know, you might kill me.”
“I doubt that,” said a new voice.
Both Cat and Illya turned to see two armed men.
“Kuryakin is one of the good guys,” the man who’d spoken continued. “I, on the other hand, am not.”
Without warning, the Thrushman shot Illya in thigh. The Russian fell with a grunt, but still managed to draw his own weapon. Before he could do anything with it though, it was snatched from his hand and he was viciously kicked in the head.
“I’ll take my property back now, Miss Felina.”
To Be Continued.
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Date: 2015-03-10 04:34 pm (UTC)Neat villain entrance.
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Date: 2015-03-10 05:40 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the next chapter.
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Date: 2015-03-10 06:58 pm (UTC)Good touch, her not having live dependents because of her high risk job.
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Date: 2015-03-11 08:26 am (UTC)I know, there must be something wrong with me. I keep hurting my pretty blond baby. (Maybe I'm secretly THRUSH :-) )