And Then There was Light by: Lillian Wordsthatwill@aol.com Genre: General Comment: Thanks to all those fans who help perpetuate the legend of our favorite enforcement agents: Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin
Story:
Illya was totally confused. He’d been captured before. He’d been held prisoner before. But never anything like this. They didn’t restrain him. They didn’t even search him nor relieve him of any of his gadgets. No one spoke to him. They just sat him down in this chair and left.
Who are they? What do they want?
He fingered his communicator. They didn’t take it.
“Let’s see what happens,” Illya mused pensively
“Open Channel D,” he spoke softly but clearly.
“Solo, here. Illya? Where are you?” Napoleon inquired
“Why don’t you come find me and tell me?” Illya’s flippancy was like music to Napoleon’s ears.
“Do you realize that you’re driving me crazy! I’ve been going out of my mind. Why haven’t you checked in? It’s been nearly 48 hours,” Napoleon practically screeched at Illya.
“Let’s discuss it when you get me out of here…wherever “here” is. I’m waiting for you.”
Then it hit him. He realized what was going on. He understood everything. He was left free to move around…he was left free to make contact…he was left free…to bait Napoleon.
“Napoleon…Napoleon…do you hear me…Open Channel D…Napoleon…Don’t come! Stay away.”
It was too late. The connection was broken. The trap had been set!
Illya looked up at the skylight. The single ray of light was streaming in swathing his hair. The radiance glowed like a golden shaft creating a halo around his head. He stared hard at the opening in the ceiling.
Illya knew what he had to do. They weren’t going to get their hands on Napoleon. Not today! No one was going to harm Napoleon…not as long as he was alive!
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Challenge - Illya sitting in a seat with a ray of light around his head
Date: 2003-07-13 08:14 pm (UTC)by: Lillian
Wordsthatwill@aol.com
Genre: General
Comment: Thanks to all those fans who help perpetuate the legend of our favorite enforcement agents:
Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin
Story:
Illya was totally confused. He’d been captured before. He’d been held prisoner before. But never anything like this. They didn’t restrain him. They didn’t even search him nor relieve him of any of his gadgets. No one spoke to him. They just sat him down in this chair and left.
Who are they? What do they want?
He fingered his communicator. They didn’t take it.
“Let’s see what happens,” Illya mused pensively
“Open Channel D,” he spoke softly but clearly.
“Solo, here. Illya? Where are you?” Napoleon inquired
“Why don’t you come find me and tell me?” Illya’s flippancy was like music to Napoleon’s ears.
“Do you realize that you’re driving me crazy! I’ve been going out of my mind. Why haven’t you checked in? It’s been nearly 48 hours,” Napoleon practically screeched at Illya.
“Let’s discuss it when you get me out of here…wherever “here” is. I’m waiting for you.”
Then it hit him. He realized what was going on. He understood everything. He was left free to move around…he was left free to make contact…he was left free…to bait Napoleon.
“Napoleon…Napoleon…do you hear me…Open Channel D…Napoleon…Don’t come! Stay away.”
It was too late. The connection was broken. The trap had been set!
Illya looked up at the skylight. The single ray of light was streaming in swathing his hair. The radiance glowed like a golden shaft creating a halo around his head. He stared hard at the opening in the ceiling.
Illya knew what he had to do. They weren’t going to get their hands on Napoleon. Not today! No one was going to harm Napoleon…not as long as he was alive!