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Round
Robin: Hobson's Choice Affair |
"ILLYA!"
" Be quiet. Now!" The order was given in a harsh whisper. Napoleon lowered
his voice as he stared up he felt something drip down from above. He knew
from the warmth and the smell it was blood.
"You were hit." Statement not a question. Another drop hit his cheek. "You
need help getting down?"
A soft sigh, "Yes, I think I do. I can't seem to grab the rungs with that
hand."
Solo felt the ladder on both sides and went cautiously up the rungs, feeling
Illya's shoes he grabbed the outside of the ladder and climbed up behind the
other man.
"OK, lean back against me and slowly step down, by the time they reached the
bottom they were both
sweaty and breathing hard. "Any idea how bad it is?" Napoleon asked softly.
"No, I need to get a light. Hang on to my sleeve, there should be a field
kit with a flashlight in it." Illya searched against the wall with his good
arm. "There." He pulled out a backpack and held on swearing furiously as he
bumped his arm against the wall.
"Illya! Such language." Napoleon muttered. He felt up Illya's arm till he
found the pack. He searched quickly and found the flash. He paled as he played
it over the blood soaked arm. "Uh, I'm no doctor but that looks like you should
see one."
Illya pulled up his cuff. "Get the canteen and pour some water over it wash
off some of the blood." Doing as he was told Illya shrugged.
"It will heal." He seemed indifferent. Taking the flash he headed up the tunnel,
Napoleon shook his head and followed him. After fifteen minutes.
"Just where is this safe house?"
"We are not going to the safe house."
"WHAT!" Napoleon shouted. Illya stopped and turned towards him. Was he really
that dense? Illya thought.
"No, not dense just at the end of his endurance.
"Napoleon, I was shot at the hidden entrance to the safe house. Would you
really feel safe there? I certainly would not." Illya said in his soft accent.
Napoleon stared at him and then sighed. "If we are not going to the safe house
where are we going?"
"We are going to U.N.C.L.E. Headquarters." Illya stated. Napoleon just looked
at him.
"OK, how are we getting there? Do not tell me we are walking." He said darkly.
Illya grinned and
continued down the tunnel. They exited the sewer in an exceedingly bad side
of down. Napoleon looked around and stepped closer to the blond.
"Nice neighborhood." He muttered. Illya raised his brows and pulled out his
communicator.
"Open Channel D."
"Mr. Kuryakin, were are you? The safe housed has been destroyed." Waverly's
voice was rough and gravely.
"We are in a rather run down section on the East Side of town." There were
several moments of silence.
"We have you go two blocks West, then head up to "The Long shore Man's" tavern.
We will have a car waiting. I am looking forward to your presence." Before
Illya could respond Napoleon raised his voice.
"Send a Medic with the car, Illya's been shot."
"It is not serious, Sir." Illya scowled at the other man. There was a frump
from the other end of the line.
"Mr.uh Solo isn't it?"
"Yes Sir."
"Is it serious?" Illya was shaking his head vigorously NO. Napoleon smiled
at him,
"I am no doctor, but he can't close his left hand or grip anything with it."
Illya closed his eyes and
sighed.
"I see." Waverly stated. "There will be a medical person with the team. I
am very sorry about your friend Mr. Solo, but I am also very glad you have
taken care of Mr. Kuryakin so well. See both of you at Headquarters." With
that the communicator went dead.
"Talkative sort, isn't he?" Napoleon asked. Illya glared at him and started
walking in the direction they were suppose to.
"Did I do something to upset you?" He asked with a small grin. Illya didn't
answer but set out in a fast pace. They had just turned the corner when the
wall beside them spit chunks at them. Napoleon had Illya on the ground out
of habit, it had been a few years but he had learned to hit the deck in Korea
and there was no doubt in his mind that they had just been shot at. He pulled
the lighter man against the building and body crawled to the ally and rolled
both of them into the darkness provided. Illya groaned in pain and only then
did he remember that he had been shot once already.
"Give me your gun?" Napoleon said. The blond was dazed enough to comply.
"On the count of three we are going into one of the clubs at the end of this
ally, can you make it?"
There was a deep breath and a positive shake of the head.
"One, Two," they came to their feet, Solo searched the street, pushed the
other man towards the clubs and followed with his back to him. He saw a hand
with a gun and shot not caring if he hit or not just wanting to get into one
and get lost. Illya went left and he followed him. The club was dark and Smokey,
the bar was set
against the far wall, Illya found a black alcove and sank into the darkness
while Napoleon went and got drinks. He sat them and himself at the small table.
"What's wrong?" He asked. Illya's eyes were wide and he kept swinging his
eyes about the bar.
"Uh, Napoleon?"
"Yeah?"
"Where are the women?" Illya asked.
"What?" Napoleon asked. Illya nodded his head towards the bar and dance floor.
Napoleon looked as he took a drink and started coughing; Illya reached over
and hit him on his back with his good hand. Napoleon got control of his breathing.
"Wonderful, you took us into a gay bar. Illya was sending a cold front at
him but before either could say anything the door swung open and three big
men walked in and there was no doubt in there minds who they were looking
for. The entire bar went quite for a moment and then the noise resumed. The
two men looked at each other, oh hell were in deep we are not exactly dressed
for the place, Napoleon thought. The two goons started through the place searching
for them, they shoved through the crowds making slanderous remarks as the
came. Suddenly there seemed to be a wall of men in front of them keeping the
Thrush men from spotting them. A voice whispered in Napoleons ear and with
a nod he took Illya's hand and stood raising him with him and stepping back
into the alcove he pulled him into his arms and kissed him.
Illya froze, he saw the three men coming towards them, giving in he turned
and returned the kiss. You are going to pay for this he thought just as Napoleons
tongue pushed against his lips.
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