The happy couple headed off to bed, after finally feeling the after effects of the sun, the meal and an abundance of champagne that made Illya sleepier than usual, at least that's what he told Elliott.
She too was feeling spent from other things as well, the afternoon of shopping, their lovemaking in the pool and of course the wonderful late supper but she was unwilling to admit it was her pregnancy that was making her wanting to sleep more than anything. The walk on the beach sapped a good portion of her energy, but she had just enough left for a little surprise for her husband.
Once in the bedroom, Elliott slipped into the black chemise she'd purchased, while Illya undressed. When he turned to ask her something, he stood there naked, pausing for a moment, as he stared at her while she stretched out on the bed like a cat.
"Do ye like it?" She asked demurely, making sure she showed off the garters and stockings with a provocative pose.
"Most definitely," he practically growled as he crawled in bed beside her. "I thought you were tired?"
"Not for this my love," She smiled at him seductively, as she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his.
Illya responded, taking his time as his hands roamed along her petite body and caressing her breasts with his tongue.
She too let her hands and lips wander, bringing her to that part of his anatomy now standing at attention. She laughed as she touched him, tickling him with some of the ostrich feathers on the chemise and making him moan in anticipation. As Elliott had predicted to Bella; he removed her flimsy garment quickly, the garters and stockings, however, he left in place.
He helped Elliott to position herself comfortably, then entered her from the side, ensuring no weight would be on her abdomen. Lifting one of her legs as he balanced himself on his knees; he let his hand run along the smoothness of her black silk stocking as it touched his chest.
He made love to her slowly and passionately, moving in unison with her in such a way that only familiarity could bring.
"Faster," she whispered.
"Nyet, slower is better, you will see," he whispered back to her. He kept a steady rhythm, teasing her with his fingers as he moved, and felt her excitement rising. Still he moved slowly, deliberately holding himself back.
Elliott arched her back as she climaxed, letting out a cry of satisfaction, it was then he groaned, mingling his own pleasure with hers.
"Oh God that was good," she laughed softly."Slow was better...mmm."
"Mmm, da. Have I ever told you how wonderful you feel?"
"Yes, but tell me again," she giggled.
They made love once more, and as they lay in each others arms enjoying the afterglow, they briefly discussed a plan to call Demya and Lourdes Mary in the morning.
The children had been long accustomed to both their parents disappearing for prolonged periods of time, but since their mother took over as chief of Section III, she was with them everyday as she no longer was in the field. For that reason, Elliott's disappearance with their father was of concern to her, fearing it would cause the children some upset, even though they'd been assured their parents would gone only be a weeks time.
Both Demya and Lala were looking forward to the telephone call from their Mama and Papa, as promised.
The Kuryakins were also concerned at the havoc that might be wreaked on the Solo household. Appollonia and Lucine, the Solo twins, were known for being mischief makers, and could lead easily lead Demya and Lala like pied pipers into one thing or another.
Nothing bad, but guaranteed something messy.
Bella was more than capable of handling them, there was never a doubt there, but still four children of above average intelligence were capable of coming up with some creative devilment.
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As soon as the Kuryakins closed their eyes, they were both sound asleep, laying in each others arms and snoring just a bit, like an old married couple.
Illya, however, was feigning sleep and carefully slipped from Elliott's arms and put on his robe. He crept outside with the binoculars for another look out over the water, trying to spot the dinghies, but there was no sight of them now. The yacht however was still anchored within view but he was unable to make out the name until the billowing clouds had moved past. Moonlight helped give him his answer.
"Calypso," he said out loud. There was no outward sign of movement on the yacht, and satisfied with that; Illya returned to bed, snuggling up to his wife.
"Mmmm, you alright?" She whispered, half asleep.
"Fine, just needed to use the bathroom...go back to sleep my sweet." He nuzzled her neck, pulling her next to him, closing his eyes, as visions of Calypso filled his head.
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It was a little known place on Ireland Island, completely overlooked by visitors, called the Lefoy House, named so after a famous Bermuda Governor and historian. Its historical significance was that it was built in 1819 as the Royal Naval Hospital, and in its Dockyard days was the shore-based hospital. Once the British Navy abandoned the Docks in the 1950's, it was virtually ignored as it was out of the way, and a distance from the Dockyard proper at the tip of the South end of the island that jutted northwards in the parish of Sandys. It was a perfect little hideaway, just the kind T.H.R.U.S.H. liked.
"That's it for the night boys," A man called out to them from piers side as they tied up the dinghies. "We'll have more batches done over the next few days and once we load them all on board we're done with our part of the operation."
He offered a hand up as the men climbed from the boats to the sea wall.
"That'll be a relief to get out of this dump. We've been lucky that no one has spotted us," one of them said.
"A dump for us, but not for the boss," another complained.
"That's why he's the boss," Runyon countered. "This wasn't so bad, with all those sail boats and tourist traffic on the water, we blended in just fine. This operation has been a piece of cake."
"Runyon!" Sneered a man who came up behind him."Quit that ridiculous chatter and get out of sight. I don't want to take a chance on anyone seeing us here."
"Yes sir Dr. Madison, right away sir."
"And Runyon, I want you and the men to go through everything inside and start cleaning up. Once the last batches of the formula are ready I want to clear out of here. There is to be no trace of us ever having been here what so ever...is that understood? Now get moving! I am going to see Mr. De Lossier."
"Yes sir, we'll get on it right away."
Madison opened the drivers side door to his black Morris Minor and climbed in, starting the engine and sending a cascade of gravel into the air as he took off.
"Man, I'll be glad when that son of a bitch is gone, " Runyon hissed. "I'm so sick of his I'm better than you attitude, but De Lossier scares me, he's one crazy dude."
"Me too," grumbled one of the others."But at least with this job done Central will be happy and we'll get paid a bonus for completing it early, right Runyon?"
The man looked at him, lying boldfaced. "Yeah right." There'd be a bonus, but Runyon planned to keep it all for himself; once the job was done his crew were dead men.
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The next morning Napoleon was up and about early, maps in hand; ready to start his next search in St. Georges and work his way across the main island. He'd already ruled out the majority of the smaller islands as they were actually too visible, and none of them had any sort of structure where the Thrushies could nest.
His first stop in St. Georges was the Unfinished Cathedral outside of the town. The church stood as testament to what happened when church people get to fighting. In this case, they "split" and the church was left incomplete and St. Georges was left with a shell of a gothic cathedral built from Bermuda coral blocks. Napoleon found it interesting that he could get right in and walk amongst the pillars and walls.
There was grass growing where the floor should have been, but there was no sign of any secret entrance. It made for an interesting walk out of downtown St. Georges but it too was a dead end. He scratched that one off on his list. The landscape of Bermuda was looming larger than he first thought.
He rented a boat, deciding to check locations offshore, and headed first to Castle Island, one of the main islands in Castle Harbor. Remnants of an early 17th-century fort still stood there, and the island doubled as a nature preserve, casting the rubble of the fort as an impracticality overtaken by nature. This location too proved to be his third dead end.
Next, Napoleon took his boat to Nonsuch Island, another wildlife sanctuary but a place that tourists rarely went to. This too led him nowhere. Lastly he went to Ordnance Island, previously operated as an ammunition store when Bermuda was first settled, but he soon discovered that it was used as a busy terminal for arriving cruise ship liners. Too visible and busy a site for Thrush to use.
He motored away, heading back to St. Georges, but dropped anchor just off shore, pulling his communicator.
"Open Channel D-Waverly." He leaned back, pushing up his sunglasses and resting them on his forehead, yet scanning the waters carefully with his eyes.
"Yes Mr. Solo, what have you found."
"At the moment sir, nothing. This is going to take a bit longer than I anticipated. There's simply too much ground for me to cover."
There was silence.
"Sir?"
"Yes Mr. Solo, I am still here. I am contemplating sending you some assistance."
"Sir, as you know Nathan and Anita Saunders are here, perhaps I could enlist their help?"
"And how is it you are aware of this Mr. Solo?"
"I umm, ran into Illya and Nate was with him. I told them I was here for a courier drop."
"Yes, mmm, quite."
Napoleon could hear the Old Man sucking on his pipe.
"Yes that would work well Mr. Solo, hmm yes. You have my permission to bring the Saunders in on this one. Nathan and Anita have a good handle on the lay of the land, and I'm sure their local contacts will be useful. However, may I remind you, not to get the Kuryakins involved in this. Out."
Napoleon shook his head, wondering why Waverly was so adamant about keeping Illya and Elliott out of the loop