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The Going To College Affair |
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"Napoleon! Over here!" a dainty looking young woman called as soon as Napoleon stepped into the
overcrowded, overheated and smokey room. Her twin walked over and took Napoleon by the arm, steering him towards the crowd of partygoers, leaving Illya holding one of the bottles of wine and a six-pack and looking around.
Soon Napoleon was safely ensconced between his favorite twins, Elly and Mary, who insisted on telling
him in detail how much they had missed him and his attentions. Napoleon in turn practiced some of the
already famous Solo charm on them and soothed their ruffled feathers at being abandoned for weeks. He was
enjoying himself immensely and only when the reason for is disappearance from the social scene came up,
did he look around only to find he could not see his charge. Even though they had agreed to discharge with
their agreement this still worried him. Under the pretense of getting his ladies a drink, he made his way to the small poker table serving as a drinks stand and looked around him. Now worried, he still could not see his friend.
As he walked back, Jamie tapped him on his shoulder and beckoned him. Knowing they would have to shout to hear each other over the din of the party, Napoleon handed the drinks to the twins and whispered in Elly's
ear
"Excuse me a moment, I'll be right back". Ellen giggled and nudged her sister as Napoleon followed Jamie.
In the hall they could understand each other, even though the party was spilling out into the corridor.
"Your Ruskie is in trouble" Jamie stated, without preamble.
"Where, and with whom “ Napoleon asked, deadly calm, and his military training standing him in good stead. Get the facts, then deal with the feelings. Or hide them. Or whatever. But get the facts first.
"You know the janitor's closet near the kitchen? They tied him up in their and did some other stuff, I didn't see what, and locked the door."
"Marinos has the keys, doesn't he?" Napoleon verified, even though he knew it was true as the walked away from the party rapidly.
"Yeah, but he's on a plane. " Jamie replied. " Listen, I'm not going to get involved with this. I can't afford the trouble, man. One last thing.....I think I saw them macaroni the lock. If that's dried, you'll need a locksmith to break it open. " Jamie ducked into a nearby men's room leaving Napoleon striding towards the aforementioned closet.
As he turned the corner two non-descript boys with a hairdryer, bent over the lock. They where so similar
in build and colouring they had to be related, both with sandy brown hair and a sturdy, but not stocky
build. With a medium hight and clean cut they could blend in almost anywhere, and if you had to describe
them there would be no shortage of suspects. Without thinking, Napoleon barrelled them over and tried to open the door, twisting an turning the handle.
As he did so the two boys scramble up and, after a quick glance both took hold of Napoleon, the slightly
larger one punching him viscously in the kidneys before slamming him against the door. Momentarily
dazed, Napoleon let go of his grip of the door and found himself sprawled on the floor before regaining
his wits and pulling them both by the legs, causing them both to fall in a heap on the floor. As he stood
up the wrestled the smaller one up and shoved him down the hall and into the wall, after which he wrestled
the other one, who was already half up against the wall.
"No more. You don't mess with my friends, or me, any more. Understood? " he said softly, menacingly in the
boys ear.
The younger one, with more bravado than common sense tried to punch Napoleon, but Napoleon let go of his brother and ducked easily, returning the punch hard, knocking the younger boy out. His elder brother stared in horror at and snarled
"This isn't over yet", and while keeping an eye on Napoleon slung his brothers arm over his shoulder and
dragged him out of the door backwards.
"No, it never is, is it?" Napoleon muttered after which he turned around and tried the handle once more.
The door was well and truly locked, and the lock was indeed macaroni's. The macaroni was hardening, thanks to the hairdryer. Thanking his uncle silently, Napoleon pulled out his pocket-knife and pried enough
macaroni out of the lock to tell that this was not working. What concerned him more was that he could
hear nothing from inside the closet and that he could smell ammonia.
Now completely sobered, not that he had had very much to drink, Napoleon decided that simply crashing in the door would be the most effective measure, and when his shoulder did not succeed, he found that a few well aimed kicks succeeded in punching huge holes into the cheap MDF. Once the hole was large enough, he could easily smell the ammonia. Carefully he crawled into the dark closet, his eyes stinging at the fumes. There he saw Illya, unconscious and still slouched against he cupboard he had been tied to. Cursing softly, Napoleon used his knife to cut free the bonds and dragged Illya to the door. When he had crawled out, he lifted Illya over the jagged bottom edge of wood, as Jamie came down the hall.
Shocked, Jamie helped Napoleon drag Illya out. Illya appeared to have some large ammonia stains in
his turtleneck, and was unconscious, but breathing.
"Jamie, call campus security and bring me a bowl of warm water. I'll get him out of that sweater" Napoleon
ordered. Still a pale, Jamie only nodded and jogged off.
Napoleon wrestled with the turtleneck only to find freeze burns underneath it, though thankfully none of
the ammonia had been spattered on Illya's face. Without his eyes opening, Illya's hand reached up to
rub his forehead after which Illya groaned softly an did open his eyes, in time to see Jamie come back with
a sloshing bowl of water.
"Lay still" Napoleon ordered as he took the towels and water of Jamie, and gently started to clean and
defrost the wounds.
"I am not an invalid" Illya muttered, but stayed carefully still.
"Campus police and an ambulance are on their way" Jamie said, after which he took a towel and started to
help Napoleon. " They should be here in about five minutes".
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