Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. No money being made. At least - not by me. I can't speak for Helga and Klaus,
Slash: Napoleon Solo /Illya Kuryakin ( Who else did you expect?)
Rated: PG
Archive: Where posted. Also Raven's Lair and File 40.
Napoleon smiled.
Illya understood. His turn to buy the beers.
Illya reached for his wallet, checking that he had the appropriate bills. Not much chance of getting his change in the chaos that filled the Blockshock tonight. Not much chance of getting a waitress either.
He stood, intending to make his way to the tourist thronged bar.
"Illya!" A beautifully feminine figure cut skillfully thought the crowd. And right on time.
"Helga!" He returned the greeting as she slid with practiced ease into his arms.
A brief hug and then... "You should meet Klaus." She waved over a spectacularly handsome young man. "We're staying at the Bregenz."
"Together?" Illya asked loudly.
"Just friends." She pitched her voice to be heard easily over the roar of the busy restaurant.
Illya turned casually back to the table. "Napoleon, this is Helga Schmidt. An old school chum from my Cambridge days, and her friend Klaus" His wave invited the pair to join the table. "This is my partner, Napoleon Solo."
"Partner, eh?" She leaned closer to Illya as the handsome young newcomer slid onto the bench seat beside Napoleon. "I hope he won't mind if I borrow you for one dance?"
"Not at all." Napoleon answered, sending her his most devastating `as long as I'm next' grin.
"So." Illya began cheerfully. "What have you been doing in the..." As soon as they left ear shot his voice changed. "Last few days. And who is..."
"One of our best." Helga answered, careful to keep the hard edge in her voice off her face. "If we have any chance of trapping the elusive Napoleon Solo, he is the man."
They moved together on to the dance floor, buying the brother time to do his work.
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As Illya and Helga finished their dance, a pair of uniformed Polizei entered the restaurant. Walking quickly to Solo's table, they took their place on either side of his guest.
"Excuse me, sir?" The taller man asked Klaus.
"Yes, officer?" The young man reluctantly released his hold on Slo's knee.
The policeman flashed his badge."If you would come with me?
"I don't understand."Klaus made a very convincing show of confusion. "What is....?
"Misha Appenstrass,we have evidence that you are a THRUSH agent. You are under arrest for espionage."
"What! Impossible!" The outrage in Klaus's voice, if feigned, would have been worthy of an Oscar. "I am NOT Misha Appenstrass, and..." Klaus reached instinctively for his wallet.
"Please, sir." The policeman stepped closer, one hand going to his weapon. "Keep your hands were I can see them."
Klaus stood. "This has got to be some mistake!"
Napoleon patted his arm comfortingly. "I'm sure they'll straighten it out out down at the station."
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"What the..." Helga hissed, watching the arrest over Illya's shoulder.
"Go!" Illya whispered back. "Follow him. Bail him out if you must..." The moved quickly to the far side of the dance floor, concealed briefly by the their bodies. Illya held out his hand. "And give me your key."
She froze as his hand slid into her purse. "What are you going to do?"
Illya gave her an grim look before pushing her towards the door. "Salvage this mission."
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