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The Hobsons Choice Affair Chapter 34
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"So, there you are!", Grosvenor hissed as he took aim at the Russian
UNCLE agent from behind a nearby Oak. "Ryan always had a weakness for
blondes and men; especially beautiful ones!" He focused the telescopic
site. "I hold you responsible for my having to kill him!"
"My, my! Did someone get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
Grosvenor froze as the cold metal of a gun barrel caressed the back of
his head. "Who are you? What do you want?", he demanded.
"Who I am is not important right now", the newcomer replied. "As for
what I want..." A pause, as if considering the question. It took all of
one second. "I want you to take that rifle and throw it hard enough to
dent that car." The newcomer pointed toward the desired target.
"And if I don't?", Grosvenor asked, defiant. The barrel exerted more
pressure on his skull. "All right!", he hissed. "But on one condition",
he added.
"And that is?"
"Your name?"
The newcomer shrugged. "As you wish. My name is Napoleon Solo and I
really get annoyed repeating my instructions. So, for the last time,
throw the rifle."
Growling, Grosvenor rose and obeyed. The resulting thud brought the
three UNCLE agents running. "Now what?", he demanded, turning to face
Napoleon.
"Simple. You're going to have a little chat with my UNCLE friends." He
gestured towards where Illya, Mark and April awaited them. On each
feature, he noted, was etched both exasperation and pride in his
accomplishment. "After you."
Grosvenor, momentarily, stood his ground. "You're no lackey of
Waverly's. What's in it for you?"
Napoleon's grin was feral. "Not for me, my friend, for you."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning you have the opportunity to avenge yourself on Angelique. She
had photos of you and Ryan...."
"Enough!", Grosvenor shouted, his voice filled with anger, pain and
betrayal. "I loved Ryan; but he had the hots for that Russian....." He
left the remaining words unspoken and cleared his throat. "Let's go. "
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Five minutes later, with Grosvenor firmly wedged between April and Mark
in the back seat and Napoleon in the front passenger seat, Illya guided
the car out of the woods toward the main road.
Napoleon had Mark's communicator. "Shall I do the honors?"
"Go for it, mate", Mark replied.
Napoleon uncapped the pen-like device and twisted the point as he had
seen Illya do; then held it within range of the agent.
"Open Channel D", Illya said into the device, his eyes never leaving the
road.
"Waverly here. Report, Mr. Kuryakin", came the instant reply.
"Good news: thanks to Napoleon, Grosvenor is captured and willing to
help us against Angelique. We are on our way back to headquarters. Bad news:
she has my communicator. I'm using Mark's."
Waverly cleared his throat. "Well done, gentlemen, and Miss Dancer. As
to the communicator, I anticipated that when I couldn't reach you. I do
hope she's enjoying The Moonlight Sonata. Waverly out." As he closed the
connection, Waverly made a mental note to use all his negotiation skills
to make Napoleon Solo part of UNCLE and, when the time came, he knew
just who the irresistible incentive would be.
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