Chapter 5
By Kei.
Lies.
Captain Napoleon Solo's eyes narrowed with suspicion as he listened closed mouthed to the fanatic renegade litany spouted by the man who claimed to be his father.
Lies.
Solo's superiors had given him some final words of instruction before he had left their isolated headquarters -they had warned him of the lies that these terrorist groups used to lure the more pliant members of society into ignoring the greater good...and he had to admit, they were told with exceptional skill.
They are talented in duplicity...almost cult like," the young
officer had been told. "Their deceptions will be elaborate and
are convincing to the ignorant, therefore you will have to be
on your guard at all times especially when you eventually make the
pretense of agreement...and remember -do not appear to agree too
readily. Because of your triumphs for THRUSH, you will be viewed
with some suspicion -and it is imperative that you gain Kuryakin's
complete trust. Intelligence indicates that he is one of the few
renegades known to have crucial knowledge of and access to every
resistance cell in North America and Europe...and we cannot chance
destroying that knowledge with conventional interrogation methods.
Do you understand?'
Napoleon had understood. No drugs. No physical violence. Just...his own brand of deception -seduction for lack of a better word for it. That *was* his area of expertise -those who gave him the information he was sent to retrieve gave it to him willingly...even if they regretted it later. Would have started working on Kuryakin already if the little brat hadn't temporarily turned the tables on him.
Still...
Psyche reports indicated that the Russian was a loner. Alone. That usually meant lonely...and lonely ultimately meant vulnerable. He understood such feelings of loneliness very w-- Napoleon suppressed a shudder at the stray thought and focused his attention on the tiresome litany to which he was forced to listen.
Yes, these people lied very well.
"I do not like it." Illya Kuryakin paced, slow and cat-like, as
from a distance, he watched Don Julian Solo try to convince the man
he called his son of the error of his ways. Had he not received that
urgent message from Father Waverly, through the communicator he wore
as a hearing aid, he would never have allowed Napoleon Solo, illustrious
hero of THRUSH
within a mile of this hiding station...temporary and soon to be
vacated though it was. So what if one of their contacts had only
just then found out the name of the agent that THRUSH had assigned
to trail him? So what if he *was* Don Solo's only son? He was *THRUSH*!
"I do not like this at all."
"You don't *have* to like it, mate. You just have to follow orders like the rest of us...and if he *is* Solo's lad..."
Kuryakin spat a choice obscenity under his breath -Mark Slate was an faithful comrade-at-arms, but had a frustrating tendency towards sentimentalism and there was no place for that here. Ice blue eyes narrowed as the Russian studied the handsome THRUSH captain who was giving all the appearance of allowing Don Solo to command his entire attention despite his earlier violent outburst. Handsome..? Illya shook his head as though to ward off an oncoming migraine.
Where had *that* come from? From that thousand watt smile. From the numerous THRUSH recruitment posters on which he had seen Napoleon Solo's face. From the throngs of foolish women who would line the streets when THRUSH would hold a state parade to honor their triumphant heroes -and *he* would always be there. From those smiling brown eyes that had looked down at him after he had been pushed out of the way of that car...
Just then, those same brown eyes looked his way, holding and smiling almost knowingly, before turning aside and Illya Kuryakin shuddered at the sensation that Napoleon Solo had just looked right into his soul. Damn him...
Choice subject for conversion to the cause or not, he would find out
what this Napoleon Solo *really* wanted -and then he would kill him.
To part 6