Round Robin: Higher Objectives, Chapter 4
Cutting this down from 305 to 200 words was quite an experience. But I have to do that all the time at work, so it was good practice....
I hope this looks alright; I had to take things in a different direction since I am really not familiar with Soviet states or Cold War details. Hopefully it will bring up some nice possibilities to work with anyway, especially considering the very first chapter? Perhaps the one who did the bugging was not THRUSH....
Chapter 4
With Illya still occupied, Napoleon headed for the door. “Call me when you have it figured out.”
“Where are you going?” Illya frowned at Napoleon’s reflection.
“Just to gather what else I may need for our little off-the-record excursion.”
Napoleon stepped into the hall. The lightbulb had given up the ghost, rendering the corridor a dark maze. The figure leaning against the wall fit the scene perfectly.
“You and Kuryakin love to stir up hornets’ nests, don’t you?”
Napoleon tensed. “To which hornet’s nest are you referring?”
He could almost feel the sneer in the dark. “I know you’re going into Little Russia against Waverly’s orders. Don’t worry. I won’t interfere. I just thought I should tell you: if I know what you’re doing, your enemies might as well.”
“I see. Would you mind telling me how you know?”
“I don’t mind. You should have considered that something was bugged.”
Napoleon stared. “Illya’s apartment?”
“Or your car. Or your apartment. I didn’t bug anything; I just overheard someone playing a conversation he recorded.” The figure melted into the shadows.
“Hey, wait!” Napoleon yelled. But he was already gone.
Reeling from this development, Napoleon went to tell Illya the grim news.
I hope this looks alright; I had to take things in a different direction since I am really not familiar with Soviet states or Cold War details. Hopefully it will bring up some nice possibilities to work with anyway, especially considering the very first chapter? Perhaps the one who did the bugging was not THRUSH....
Chapter 4
With Illya still occupied, Napoleon headed for the door. “Call me when you have it figured out.”
“Where are you going?” Illya frowned at Napoleon’s reflection.
“Just to gather what else I may need for our little off-the-record excursion.”
Napoleon stepped into the hall. The lightbulb had given up the ghost, rendering the corridor a dark maze. The figure leaning against the wall fit the scene perfectly.
“You and Kuryakin love to stir up hornets’ nests, don’t you?”
Napoleon tensed. “To which hornet’s nest are you referring?”
He could almost feel the sneer in the dark. “I know you’re going into Little Russia against Waverly’s orders. Don’t worry. I won’t interfere. I just thought I should tell you: if I know what you’re doing, your enemies might as well.”
“I see. Would you mind telling me how you know?”
“I don’t mind. You should have considered that something was bugged.”
Napoleon stared. “Illya’s apartment?”
“Or your car. Or your apartment. I didn’t bug anything; I just overheard someone playing a conversation he recorded.” The figure melted into the shadows.
“Hey, wait!” Napoleon yelled. But he was already gone.
Reeling from this development, Napoleon went to tell Illya the grim news.