Title The Back to the Wall Affair
Word count: 1448
My thanks to Sparky955 for the beta and to The Big Guy, who spun this yarn over cocktails and apps one night recently.
Please read with caution.
Napoleon’s breath came gasp after agonizing gasp. He stumbled and nearly fell, but caught himself at the last minute and pushed on.
“Do me a favor?” Illya was panting as hard as his partner was. “The next time you escape, don’t bring all of THRUSH to the party.”
The sound of distant shouts spurred them on as a dark shape loomed on the horizon. “If we can make it to that building, we might be able to lay low.”
“Or be sitting ducks. I think we should push on.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m in charge.” Napoleon didn’t need to see the glare that Illya sent in his direction.
They managed to breech the factory’s less-than-impressive defense and make their way inside.
“Look around and see if you can find something to use as a weapon.” Napoleon barricaded the door as best he could and immediately started to scout for a location. There was a catwalk set to the rear of the building. It would give them the advantage of being over the enemy when they broke through the front door. He pointed and Illya nodded tightly. He knew better than to argue with Napoleon at a time like this.
Napoleon wound his way through the defunct machines and dust-covered trash from a former life. He gave the stairs to the catwalk a try and although they groaned under his weight, they held.
Lights from helicopters illuminated the factory floor through the broken glass of the skylight and Napoleon doubled his efforts, knowing Illya was on his heels.
He hefted a thick piece of metal and leaned it against the railing. That should provide adequate protection from a frontal assault. Now he just had to worry about everything else.( Collapse )