Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Category: gen
Rating: G
Word Count: 242
Illya? Illya wake up.
Ugh. A pause while bearings are taken in the darkness. I cant move. Where are you?
About three feet to your left. I was hoping that it was just very dark in here.”
“It is very dark.”
Sharp movements and curses. “I think they used all the rope in the state tying me up.
No. Only half. The rest was for me.
Mr. Waverly isnt going to be impressed by this.
He will be if we manage to escape.
So will I.
Youre such a defeatist, Illya.
Its the Russian in me. It gets out sometimes.
Well, reel it in, my boy I think I can get my arm free the ropes are loosening ah! Almost
Youre lucky, Napoleon. These are so tight Im losing feeling everywhere but my head.
Well, dont lose it now Im almost out if it. A soft susurrus as the coils of rope sloughed away. There! A little less skin, but Im free now. Your turn.”
Fumbling in the dark, breathing.
“I wish I had a nickle for every time I woke tied up in a strange place.”
“Napoleon! You’re making it tighter sss!”
“Sorry! There.”
“Ah. I do have fingers still. A relief. My turn to find a way out.”
“Where do you think theyve brought us? This place doesnt feel like New York somehow.
I don’t know. The only thing we can be sure of is that we are Somewhere.