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Round
Robin: Hobson's Choice Affair |
Napoleon's head pounded with a vengeance; he tried to swallow and couldn't
because of the dryness in his throat. There was a weight against his chest
and movement underneath him, he came to full awareness that he was no longer
in the apartment but in a moving vehicle. He opened his eyes to discover that
the weight was the head of one Mr. Kuryakin and he sighed softly. "Are you
hurt?"
Illya jerked startled. "No I am not hurt, but we are in deep trouble.
Napoleon snorted. "Is that what you call being tied up, dumped in the back
of a moving car and a headache that is taking the top of my head off? I would
call this damn lucky, deep trouble starts when this car stops. Is your ex-lover
going to be doing the honors?" He knew it was a cheap shot but right now he
didn't feel to charitable. He felt the other man shift and wished he had kept
his mouth shut; he liked the feel of his head on his chest.
"Yes, I am sure she will be." He muttered. "Something not to look forward
to I assure you."
"Then I suggest we do not wait till they stop." The playboy stated. "Can you
reach inside my front pants pocket?"
Illya looked surprised. "I think so. Why?"
"To get to the knife there." The other man stated. "Nothing more."
The blond paused for a moment then rolled on top of the other man and started
to feel for the pocket. He heard Napoleons breath increase a bit. "Do you
think you could hurry up a bit? It would be rather embarrassing to be found
this way, you on top groping me." "I am not exactly enjoying myself." Illya
replied. "There I have it." He said as he pulled the knife out of his pocket
and rolled off of him. Hitting the button he heard the blade flip out and
click into place. "Strange I was relieved of all my personal stuff." He
murmured softly.
"Maybe I have just too much of a reputation as a playboy to bother with. No
head, no brains." Napoleon replied. He felt the ropes begin to fray. "This
will be the last time they make that mistake, but I will happily accept it
for now. You are a lot smarter than you let on." The blond said forcefully.
Napoleons hands snapped free and he grabbed the knife and cut through Illya's
hands before cutting the bonds around their feet. When they were both free
and circulation had returned. "Do we wait for them to stop or bail out
now?"
Illya looked at him. "You get out now and I continue to the end of the ride.
I will give you my communicator and you contact Waverly and let him know which
way he are headed." Two hazel eyes stared at him with cold fury. " That is
the best you can do?" He asked.
Illya glared at him. " If you have a better I'd like to hear it." He snarled.
With a slow smile. "What do you think of this?" He said. "We both finish the
ride but arrange ourselves closer to the doors as if we have been slid there.
When they open the doors we overtake them, find out where we are as fast as
we can and you call
Waverly while I get us the hell out of there?" The silence was thick enough
to cut then. "It is a good plan as long as they don't gas us before we get
there." He admitted. Napoleon smiled. "Illya, I was in charge of an entire
company in Korea, I planned and led them into battle. It was my life as well
as theirs I only lost 54 men. The entire three years I was in that hell hole."
He said proudly.
Illya was silent for a moment. "I am glad you had such a remarkable record,
and I am happy that you were not hurt. I lost three of the six closest friends
I have had over there we were your enemy."
Before Napoleon could reply the vehicle started to slow they both took up
the positions that they were supposed to be in and waited for the doors to
open. A few minutes later the doors swung open and two
men reached in to retrieve their helpless victims. Napoleon kicked out swiftly
and kicked the first guy on the throat dropping him in his tracks. Illya was
over him in one fluid motion and pinned the other to the back. "How long do
you want to live?" He asked. "Where are we, and who are we going to meet?"
The mans eyes grew round in fear. " She will kill me if I tell you." He squeaked.
"I will kill you if you don't." He replied. Napoleon tapped his shoulder.
"Either kill him or invite him along before we have more company. The decision
is yours."
Illya sighed and looked at the other man. "Well? What do you prefer? He asked.
The guard rolled his eyes. " I will go with you, I might live longer that
way."
Napoleon smiled and dove in the van starting it up in one fluid motion, it
was already moving by the time Illya closed the door. "Don't you think you
should call Mr. Waverly and tell him the good news?" The blonde glared at
him but activated the pen.
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