|MISSION IMPOSSIBLE to MAN FROM UNCLE
Author: Dan Bivens PM
What will happen when the I.M. Force teams up to stop THRUSH from infiltrating UNCLE in order to assassinate Alexander Waverly? And how will Illya Kuryakin and Napoleon Solo react to their help?Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,235 - Updated: 05-18-12 - Published: 05-14-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8115647
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"You there," called out Alexander Waverly, as Rollin Hand stood on the opposite side of the large, circular table-desk. "What are you doing in here?"
"I have some top secret information for you, sir," lied Rollin, very convincingly. "I must hand it only to you, Mr. Waverly."
Falling for such a simplistic ruse, Mr. Waverly sat aside the paperwork already in his hands, and gestured for this unknown agent to approach him. Quickly.
Rollin hurriedly made his way around to the same side as Mr. Waverly. Then, handing over some seemingly important papers, although they were nothing of the sort...
"Here they are, sir."
With Waverly's attention diverted, Rollin used the scant couple of seconds to use his ring's hypodermic nub to inject, through the back of Waverly's neck, enough highly powerful sedative to knock out the leader of the New York U.N.C.L.E. headquarters for as long as three hours.
Hopefully, more than enough time to make ready for the attack of an assassin, probably already infiltrating U.N.C.L.E., just as he and Cinnamon Carter had already done.
After dragging the totally limp, and unconscious, Alexander Waverly off to one side to hide him away in a private bathroom behind a hidden-as-a-wall door...
Then, after closing the wall-door behind him, Rollin Hand quickly pulled out the wig and full mask he'd made before beginning this mission. Pulling it over his own head and hair, Rollin pressed hard at key points along the mask to make it appear to be Alexander Waverly's actual face.
Completely indistinguishable from true skin and hair.
Seating himself at the head of the huge, round table-desk, pretending to look over the same paperwork that the real Alexander Waverly had been looking over a couple of minutes earlier...
"I must see Mr. Waverly on urgent U.N.C.L.E. business," rapidly relayed the faux U.N.C.L.E. agent, who was really a T.H.R.U.S.H. agent in disguise. Complete with an upside-down triangular badge, as realistic as those usually handed out by this beautiful receptionist. A receptionist who was now growing highly suspicious of this second person to demand to see Mr. Waverly because of some secret-yet-urgent matter.
"He's in a meeting with another agent at the moment," she said simply, as she was about to reach for a hidden button that would sound the alarm for all to hear. Bringing help in a matter of seconds that would hold this second supposed U.N.C.L.E. agent, until the truth could be reached.
Noting the suspicious expression on her beauteous face, as well as the surreptitious manner in which she was moving that one hand, to some spot out of sight, and underneath the semi-circular desk at which she sat for the duration of her on-duty hours...
Two silenced shots, from a pulled-from-shoulder holster Lugar, with said silencer already attached, halted the secretive movement of the receptionist, killing her instantly...
Then, working fast as perspiration began to bead and roll down his twisted-with-evil intent face, the T.H.R.U.S.H. agent-in-U.N.C.L.E. disguise hit the button that unlocked and opened the dense metal door separting him from his assassin's errand...
Bursting in, silenced Lugar still in hand, the T.H.R.U.S.H. double-agent shouted, "Long live T.H.R.U.S.H.! Death to U.N.C.L.E.!"
A seemingly suprised faux Alexander Waverly quickly stood, shouting back, "Who the hell are you, sir?"
Immediately met by...
Pft! Pft! Pft!
Three bullets impacted bloodily within a four inch circle around, and directly over, this I.M.F. agent's heart...
Dropping him instantly into his high-backed swivel seat. For all intents and purposes, quite dead.
No sooner had the deadly deed been done, than several U.N.C.L.E. agents, led by Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin, all with their P-38s pulled and in hand...
The two shots were made by Napoleon and Illya, almost at the self-same moment...
Sending the T.H.R.U.S.H. double-agent down to the floor in an equally bloody demise.
Just then, the seemingly dead faux Alexander Waverly stood and ripped off the mask and wig. Revealing himself to be...
"The name's Rollin Hand. The real Alexander Waverly is temporarily sedated in the bathroom over there. As to me being shot in the heart..."
He pulled open his suit coat and vest, as well as the bloody shirt, and revealed a combination bulletproof vest with blood bags attached to give a realistic sight for the T.H.R.U.S.H. agent posing as an U.N.C.L.E. agent.
"Who are you with, Mr. Hand?" Illya asked stoically, as Napoleon still stood in a brief moment of shock and confusion.
"We," interjected Cinnamon Carter, as she pushed her way past the others to stand alongside her comrade-in-arms, "are with the I.M.F...Impossible Missions Force. We had Intel that this T.H.R.U.S.H. agent had infiltrated with one purpose in mind: to assassinate the Section One, Number One of U.N.C.L.E. It was our job to infiltrate as well, and prevent the assassination."
"Why didn't you just contact U.N.C.L.E.?" asked Napoleon Solo, his P-38 still in hand, with smoke swirling up from the slotted, flash supressor barrel. "Why not let us handle it?"
"Because," chimed in Rollin Hand, ripped off mask and wig still held in one hand, "the hightened alert status that would be put in effect would simply cause the double-agent to wait it out, fully hidden within the number of U.N.C.L.E. agents that would be swarming around, guns practically drawn. Then, at some later date, when U.N.C.L.E. agents had assumed the Intel to be faulty, and, therefore, letting down their guard..."
"At which point," interjected Cinnamon, "the assassination attempt would be put into full affect again."
Having given the U.N.C.L.E. agents, led by Napoleon and Illya, something to think about, Cinnamon Carter and Rollin Hand left Waverly's office, causing said U.N.C.L.E. agents to part like the proverbial Red Sea in certain specific biblical texts...
Whereupon both would leave the way they came, through the sawed-through ceiling of an actual U.N.C.L.E. store room...
Leaving the real U.N.C.L.E. agents to pick up the proverbial pieces. Starting with retrieving, and reviving, the real Alexander Waverly, as the dead T.H.R.U.S.H. assassin's body was carried out for desposal.
And off would go the I.M.F. team...
Whereupon all would await their next impossible mission.