Ficlet: Hansel & Gretel & Napoleon & Illya
Title: Hansel & Gretel & Napoleon & Illya
Author: Amedia
Fandom: Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Word Count: 343
Rating: G
Summary: Napoleon and Illya escape through unusual means.
Author's Note: Response to mrlnpndrgn's request for a little something with Illya and Napoleon... yum! I decided to take "yum" as a prompt!
"Did you recognize the code names, Napoleon? The ones that April mentioned just before they took her and Mark away?"
Napoleon finally succeeded in spitting his gag out and answered, "I didn't hear them. Did you?"
Illya nodded, an uncomfortable maneuver with his hands tied so tightly behind his back; Thrush had finally succeeded in coming up with a synthetic rope that fused to itself after tying so that it could not be untied, so he and Napoleon were unable to free each other's wrists and ankles. They were tied up in the storeroom of a long-closed bakery; a faded sign reading "Ye Olde Gyngerbreade House" lay against one wall, while rusted racks long devoid of donuts were stacked against another.
"I was hoping they would offer some clue as to how we can escape before this whole bakery is blown up, but I don't recognize the names," Illya said. "'Hansel' and 'Gretel'?"
Napoleon laughed. "Hansel and Gretel? Those aren't code names. They're from a fairy tale. They were captured by a witch who lived in a house made of gingerbread and candy..." his voice trailed off as he looked around. "Hey, Illya. Look at that wall." Napoleon jerked his chin toward the left.
Illya managed to scoot himself closer to the wall and inspected it closely. "It's made of gingerbread!"
Napoleon grinned. "What a great gimmick for the bakery. And it's lucky for us, too - we won't need our hands to escape. We can eat our way out!"
It takes longer than you might think to chew a man-sized hole in a wall made of gingerbread, but our intrepid heroes managed it just in the nick of time, rolling out onto the sidewalk as the building exploded.
Standing outside the former bakery, stretching gratefully after a puzzled firefighter had cut their bonds, the two agents pondered their next move. "We'll need to infiltrate their headquarters and rescue our colleagues," said Napoleon.
"Shouldn't be too difficult," said Illya.
"Might even call it a piece of cake," said Napoleon.
"Please. Don't," said Illya.
Author: Amedia
Fandom: Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Word Count: 343
Rating: G
Summary: Napoleon and Illya escape through unusual means.
Author's Note: Response to mrlnpndrgn's request for a little something with Illya and Napoleon... yum! I decided to take "yum" as a prompt!
"Did you recognize the code names, Napoleon? The ones that April mentioned just before they took her and Mark away?"
Napoleon finally succeeded in spitting his gag out and answered, "I didn't hear them. Did you?"
Illya nodded, an uncomfortable maneuver with his hands tied so tightly behind his back; Thrush had finally succeeded in coming up with a synthetic rope that fused to itself after tying so that it could not be untied, so he and Napoleon were unable to free each other's wrists and ankles. They were tied up in the storeroom of a long-closed bakery; a faded sign reading "Ye Olde Gyngerbreade House" lay against one wall, while rusted racks long devoid of donuts were stacked against another.
"I was hoping they would offer some clue as to how we can escape before this whole bakery is blown up, but I don't recognize the names," Illya said. "'Hansel' and 'Gretel'?"
Napoleon laughed. "Hansel and Gretel? Those aren't code names. They're from a fairy tale. They were captured by a witch who lived in a house made of gingerbread and candy..." his voice trailed off as he looked around. "Hey, Illya. Look at that wall." Napoleon jerked his chin toward the left.
Illya managed to scoot himself closer to the wall and inspected it closely. "It's made of gingerbread!"
Napoleon grinned. "What a great gimmick for the bakery. And it's lucky for us, too - we won't need our hands to escape. We can eat our way out!"
It takes longer than you might think to chew a man-sized hole in a wall made of gingerbread, but our intrepid heroes managed it just in the nick of time, rolling out onto the sidewalk as the building exploded.
Standing outside the former bakery, stretching gratefully after a puzzled firefighter had cut their bonds, the two agents pondered their next move. "We'll need to infiltrate their headquarters and rescue our colleagues," said Napoleon.
"Shouldn't be too difficult," said Illya.
"Might even call it a piece of cake," said Napoleon.
"Please. Don't," said Illya.