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The Hobsons Choice Affair Chapter 27
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Napoleon and Illya passed through the door and into an open courtyard. They
were halfway across when Mark and April stepped out of hiding, weapons
raised. The two men had only enough time to wonder at this latest betrayal
before the other pair opened fire.
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"Sorry, mate -- there wasn't time to warn you," Mark Slate apologised to his
fellow agent.
"Under the circumstances, I'll forgive you -- this time," Illya Kuryakin
replied.
Mark and April had hit, not the two men, but Ryan and Angelique, who'd come
out the door behind them. The sleep darts had quickly taken effect, and the
quartet had moved their prisoners to an empty suite, using April's passkey
to enter. Now the three men waited for the pair to revive as April
continued her assignment and reconnoitered the area, watching Angelique's
suite to see who, if anyone, missed her or Ryan.
Napoleon had hoped to get Illya alone -- they had a great deal to discuss,
if the Russian agent even desired to continue their acquaintance. And
speaking of desire, he needed to know if Illya felt as he did.
Illya checked the prisoners for signs of returning consciousness; they
should, according to Mark, be waking any time now. He wondered if having
them together and sniping at each other would get more information than
questioning them separately and hinting the other was more forthcoming. He
tried to ignore Napoleon -- it was a situation which needed more time and
consideration than he had to give at the moment, and his primary duty lay
with UNCLE, and discovering which of their enemies had turned Ryan.
As if his thoughts had been heard by his would-be rapist, Ryan stirred and
moaned. He decided separating them would be better, and dragged the
semi-conscious man into the other bedroom.
Ryan blinked and sat up as he was deposited on the floor. "You won't get
anything out of me -- UNCLE itself made sure of that."
"You could make it easier on yourself." But Illya knew the deaths of fellow
agents would lessen any chance of a deal.
"I'll only talk on one condition -- you give yourself to me for 24 hours.
Do that, and I'll tell you enough to destroy their entire organization."
Illya frowned, as if considering the offer. "I'll need a little something
now, to determine the worth of what you offer."
"As will I. Come here and kiss me."
Illya knelt in front of the bound man, took his face in his hands, and,
imagining it was Napoleon, kissed him thoroughly. As he pulled away, Ryan
whispered a number of words in his ear. Hearing them, the Russian realized
he'd have to agree to the traitor's demands -- and before another sun rose
over New York.
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