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Lovecraft Affair Part 6
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Napoleon tore down the hallway totally unaware of the stares he
was getting as he rushed to his partner's aid. He was so tuned in
to his feelings that something was wrong that he literally ran into
the three people leaving Illya's room. Stepping back he began to
apologize then the robes they wore sunk in.
"What the hell is going
on?" Illya's new bride looked him up and down.
"I do not think you
need to concern yourself with my husband. It is my wedding night
and Illya is getting prepared."
The dark haired agent's eyebrows
rose to his hair line. "In that case I should give him a few
pointers, I am the one who is the womanizer?" She smiled a smile
that sent a shiver up his spine. "I am his wife I will teach him
what I want." She replied.
Napoleon nodded and smiled
softly. "Then I will just go in and say goodbye." The two robbed
men with her stepped in his way. She tucked her arm into his and
turned back towards the party. "I need to say our goodbyes, why
don't you escort me?" She asked as one of the men helped her out of
her robe and she started down the hallway with him in tow as the two
men followed.
He went with her meekly and was relieved when the two
men veered off to another hallway as they continued towards the
party. Napoleon stood beside her with a smile plastered on his face
as she made her thank you speech to those that remained for her and
her husband. His eyes surveyed the crowd looking for Mr. Waverly
but he could not find him anywhere. He looked at her. "Do you mind
if I stay and have a few dances? It seems as if my boss has
disappeared."
She chuckled. "No, not at all; please enjoy
yourself. I certainly plan to."
He felt his skin crawl before he
was forced to reply the young woman he had been with
approached. "There you are you naughty boy! You promised me a
dance." With that he was lead to the dance floor, as he swung his
partner around he was suddenly looking at the old man. Startled he
about stopped in his tracks the person in his arms forced him to
continue as if he were with the beautiful girl.
"Your friend is in
danger; he must not be left alone with the woman. Get to him now
before it is too late."
As the dance ended he was lead out the door
to the garden by the girl, but Napoleon was not surprised to see
that they were on the side of the house that Illya's room was
located. Turning to thank the person he realized that he was alone
in the garden. Shaking his head he looked around and spotted the
room Illya was in, being cautious and making certain that he was not
seen he crept up the drain pipe and opened the window. He was more
than surprised to almost step on his partner who was curled up under
the window rocking as if in pain.
"Illya, are you alright?" When
he did not get an answer he reached down to touch his friends
shoulder, it was as if an electric current went through
them.
"Napoleon get me out of here. NOW!" With out a word he
pulled the slight blond up.
"Can you make it down the pipe to the
car?"
Illya was pale but nodded and went to the window, Solo
climbed down first just incase the other man lost his grip.
They
made it to the car and out of the drive, past the guards. "Illya,
what is going on?"
"Get me out of here, out of the country." Solo
stared at him. "Illya, are you afraid?"
The blonde looked at him
wide eyed. "I am terrified. Just get me out of the country."
Pushing the gas pedal down further he glanced at his friend. "You
O.K.?"
Illya stared at him. "No, I `m not."
Solo sighed. "I need
to get in touch with Mr. Waverly..."
"No! I think he might be
involved in this." Illya stated sharply.
Two hazel eyes bored into
him. "What do you mean?" Napoleon asked softly.
"When she came
into the room she had two men with her, they were all in robes and
they were chanting. Then they were talking and I heard them say
that Waverly was willing to sacrifice me to save himself." When
Napoleon didn't argue, the blonde man sighed. "What?"
Napoleon
took a deep breath. "I tried to get to you earlier and was stopped
by your bride and her two gowned friends, then was rather forced to
leave without saying goodbye: by your bride. When I went to look
for Mr. Waverly he had already left." Illya swallowed.
"Without
saying goodbye?" The other man sighed.
"Yes, not even a
goodnight."
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