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[notsochillya]

"Are you sure this is good idea?"

[ Maybe. IDK. Chill out, man...]

"Don't tell me to chill, because I am... chill."

[ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

"You and Cowboy would get along. I don't understand why you chose me."

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[roughedge]

"Flip a table why won't ya."

[notsochillya]

"No, I'd rather not."

[roughedge]

"It would be fun."

[napoleon_solo]

[Not looking up from his newspaper and coffee.]

I wouldn't choose you either, Peril.

Ayyyy!! Hello!

[notsochillya]

"Too bad, Cowboy. They made the right choice."

[ His finger isn't tapping, for now. ]

*blows dusts off muse* heya!

[napoleon_solo]

[He is kidding, of course. Just trying to get Illya's goat any chance he can. Solo turns a page with a feigned sigh of resignation.]

If you say so. That remains to be seen.

[Obviously HE is the better choice. Suave sophisticated secret agent. Not the giant Russian with a stick up his...backside.]

Any immediate plans?

Thank you so much! This made my night!

[notsochillya]

[ Meanwhile Illya tries to concentrate on the chessboard, before moving the chess piece. ]

"Not exactly. One moment, I'm with Chop Shop, and the next moment, I'm here. It is a bit strange."

[ Sure, Solo is so cool and all, but there's a soft nerd underneath this agent's iron exterior, that this mun is trying to reveal, which can be entertaining. ]

you're very welcome!

[napoleon_solo]

[He nods understandingly, hiding a smirk as he sips his coffee.]

Must have been a good date then if you can't remember.

[Smug Napoleon knows it wasn't a date. He finds it interesting that tough no-nonsense Illya has a soft spot for Gaby and he is definitely encouraging that interaction to happen, whether Illya approves or not.

Especially if Illya doesn't approve.]

:)

[notsochillya]

[ He moves another chess piece. ]

"I'd never forget anything with her."

[ Illya is that obvious about Gaby, isn't he? Cat's already out of the bag. ]

"I mean, I have good memory... in general."

[napoleon_solo]

Of course. Generally speaking, she is quite the gal.

[Illya and Gaby, sittin' in a tree....he's not singing it but it's obvious he's thinking it.]

How much longer do you think we have to sit here before our target arrives? [Because obviously this is a stakeout for work.]

I'm gonna sleep on it until tomorrow. Zzzz

[notsochillya]

"Yes."

[ For a moment, he wishes to see her again. Maybe Solo can plan their engagement party at this rate. But for now, back to the stake out. ]

"It shouldn't be too long."

[ Or is it? ]

saaaame, g'night

[napoleon_solo]

Here's hoping.

[Napoleon makes a face into his coffee cup and takes another swallow.]

I don't know how much more of this place's coffee I can stand.

[Or how long he could keep reading the same paper.]

Good morning!

[notsochillya]

"Then stop drinking it."

[ There is that urge to throw the coffee cup onto the ground. Maybe that would bring attention to the mark. ]

[napoleon_solo]

[Napoleon finally pulls his attention away from his newspaper and gives Illya a patient look.]

We're supposed to be blending in.

[notsochillya]

[ Of course, that urge goes away, for now. ]

"I know."

[ Could be a figurative storm or drizzle. Either way, he doesn't trust like that, discreetly glancing around for a way out. ]

"Something seems off."

[napoleon_solo]

Yes...your bishop isn't playing the field.

[Napoleon reaches over the move one of the pieces while Illya was distracted. Of course, he knew what Illya meant, he was merely leaning to glance around better.]

Man in a brown suit next to the street. [The man in question did seem to be looking in their general direction. Or it could be Solo's imagination.]

[notsochillya]

[ Illya wasn't as focused as he wanted to be on the chess game. It's all a ruse.]

"Right."

[ He, too, saw the the man looking their way, who suddenly turned right away from them. ]

"Time to go."

[napoleon_solo]

[Napoleon nonchalantly folds his newspaper, slipping his semi automatic pistol from inside his jacket to the paper without being seen.]

Time flies when you're having fun.

[He stands, folded paper in hand to walk to the left along the sidewalk. Illya will likely go right. They had to keep track of this guy no matter what.]

Happy Weekend!

[notsochillya]

[ He scoffs at the notion. ]

"Perception of time is constructed."

[ Soon after, Illya excuses himself as he stands up to go to the restroom, the direction was right. But really, he keeps an eye on the target. He tries to be discrete, he probably hides behind a wall along the way, despite his tall stature. ]

Happy other weekend? sorry things got busy

[napoleon_solo]

You're a bundle of laughs, Peril.

[It was kind of amusing to watch Illya trying to blend in his 6 foot and change frame and appear inconspicuous. Solo walks nonchalantly down the street, newspaper under his arm with his gun hidden inside where he can get to it quickly.

The man in the brown suit looks at his watch, or pretends to. Seems to be waiting for something.]

Hello! Happy weekend! Welcome Back!!

[notsochillya]

[ It's strange how he manages that, like he's too tall to be a spy, yet he remains hidden behind that wall, until he can look over in the mark's direction.

Illya notices the watch. It looks familiar to him.

He, too, is ready to draw his gun. Meanwhile, the brown suit man appears anxious while waiting. ]

hope this works?

[napoleon_solo]

[The target was supposed to lead them to the real bad guys. A little fish to catch the big fish, as it were.]

That's far enough, Mr. Solo.

[Napoleon stopped in place, feeling a gun poking in his side. Seems they weren't the only ones watching. A Thrush agent had stepped out of his hiding place, taking his newspaper away from him.]

Do yourself a favor and keep your hands in your pockets.

[Illya might be in the perfect spot to see Napoleon get his cover blown and get walked over to the target as a long black car pulls up. He looks a bit sheepish at being caught. He's shoved into the back seat along with the anxious target and the Thrush agent in the long coat follows. The car pulling away.]

Yes!! Awww Illya to the Rescue!

[notsochillya]

[ Illya has an inkling that something's off. The whole set up seems too easy until he sees Solo get into the car at gun point. Dammit THRUSH! ]

Hang on, Cowboy.

[ As the car speeds away, he spots a motorcycle nearby. Once he gets on the motorcycle, he floors it to go after that car. ]

[napoleon_solo]

[The car does a few quick turns to try and shake off anyone who might be following, so hopefully Illya is able to keep up while staying far enough away to not be noticed.

Inside the car, Napoleon doesn't seem worried. The guy with the gun and trench coat frowns, confused as he points the gun at Solo in the middle seat.]

What are you smiling for?

Oh, nothing. Just a bit of deja vu.

[Solo knows better than anyone that if Illya wants to chase a car, there is no stopping him. Even if he's on foot.

The car stops at the docks, Napoleon pulled out with his hands up and shoved ahead of the other two men to go inside a warehouse. Inside, he's tied to a metal post with his hands behind his back while the others confer at a table nearby, stacked with guns and money. Clearly they were making plans, but Solo couldn't hear most of what was being said. They needed that intel so he strains to listen.]

[notsochillya]

[ Somehow, Illya keeps track of the car, but he does take an alternate route through the narrow alleys, so the driver wouldn't have seen him through the mirror. Once he reaches the docks, he travels by foot to the warehouse. It's close by, though there are crates to hide behind while he sneaks up on guards and slaps them 'to sleep'. Finally, he sneaks into the warehouse and finds Solo tied up. ]

Shhh.

[ He has the utility knife ready to cut off the ties on Napoleon's hands. ]

[napoleon_solo]

[The bad guys would be less concerned with making plans if they knew half of their guard force was standing around asleep on their feet.

Solo stops trying to fiddle with his bindings and leaves his hands apart so Illya can cut the ropes. They're a bit thick so it will take a moment to cut them. Thankfully there's a crate nearby for Illya to duck behind.]

Stay out of sight. They're talking....

[Once his hands are free, Solo stays put, making like he's still tied. He can hear the Thrush agents talking about the next boat coming into the docks and the passwords to get on board are bird's nest.]

What'll we do with him? [They look over at Solo who gives them a smug grin to make them scowl and turn away again.] We chuck him overboard once we're out to sea.

[notsochillya]

[ A moment after Illya cuts the last rope to free Napoleon, he ducks behind the crate as he listens to the Thrush agents. Perhaps they should get on that boat next.

For now, he waits a bit until he can put those last Thrush agents to 'sleep'. He hears their footsteps getting closer and louder. He keeps still behind the crate, until one of them is close enough to him without noticing. ]

[napoleon_solo]

[Maybe he can help with that. Napoleon clears his throat to get one of them to notice him.]

Excuse me.

[One of them looks over with a scowl and tells Solo to shut up.]

I was wondering what your poor mother would say if she knew what you were up to. [tsk tsk] And of course, you realize your plans won't work. I've never heard of such an ill planned scheme, passwords and ships. Just you wait till UNCLE gets here...

[Solo could be a right pain when he chose to be. The henchman stalks over, crowbar in hand, intent on taking some frustration out on Solo's face while he's still talking.]

[notsochillya]

[ While Solo does the talking, Illya sneaks up behind the henchman with the crowbar. Then, he wrestles the henchman in a choke hold. ]

You won't be needing that anymore.

[ As the henchman tries to move, Illya grabs the crowbar and tosses it aside, hopefully not too far away incase he or Solo might use it for later. Finally, he knocks the crowbar henchman out cold. Now, there's one more guy left. ]