The Man From U.N.C.L.E: Foul Play

Chapter 5

Napoleon's Pov
I opened the door to our room.
"This better be good," I said walking into the room. "It's a honeymoon suite."
Shannon made a disgusted sound.
"Hmm," I said walking into the bedroom. "Only one bed? A king size bed?"
"I call it," Shannon said.
"There is no calling the bed Shannon," I said, "and besides I get it. I'm the oldest."
She walked to the bedroom with her suitcase and sat it down on the bed.
"I call it," she said.
A walked over and stood on the other side of the bed with my arms crossed.
"Now," I said leaning forward, "if it's such a big deal I think we can figure something out."

Finally night time came and we were both tired.
There were probably about fifteen pillows on the bed. I took every one of the pillows and made a line of then going down the bed. Only five fit down the bed so I was able to stack two more on top of every other pillow. I'm a math genius if you couldn't tell.
"Alright," I said.
Shannon walked into the bedroom.
"I don't like this idea," she said, "but I'll try it."
She lied down on the bed.
"I don't have a pillow to lie my head on," she said, "but it's fine."
"There is always something wrong isn't there?" I asked, "Tell me, is it possible to keep your mouth shut for maybe I don't know an hour?"
She looked away from me and closed her eyes.
I sighed and got on my side of the bed and lied down. I closed my eyes trying to go to sleep.
"No," I heard her voice say.
"What?" I asked opening my eyes and turning my head her way.
"No," she said, "I can not keep my mouth shut for an hour, not even for a minute...not even for a second."
"Good to know," I said closing my eyes again.
"Well you asked," she replied.
I chuckled.

In the morning we sat on the balcony. I read my book while she read her magazine. While I was reading I started to hear the most annoying sound. Shannon was chewing gum and blowing bubbles. Not only that, she was smacking her gum and blowing loud bubbles that popped loudly. She was obviously trying to annoy me.
"Please stop," I said turning a page.
"Stop what?" She asked.
"You how what," I replied.
"No," she said, "I don't know what."
She smacked her gum and blew another bubble.
I closed my book and lied it down beside me. I stood up walked over to her. I popped the bubble she had blown with my finger and grabbed the gum. I threw it off the balcony.
"You know what," I said, "I'm not annoyed anymore."
I went over to my seat and got into my book again. Not long into my book I heard another pop. I looked up and Shannon had another piece of gum.
"Jesus," I said, "how many pieces of gum do you have on you?"
"As many as I need," she replied.
I sighed.
"Do annoy you?" Shannon asked.
"Obviously," I said leaning my head back.
"Good," she said.
"And why is that good?" I said.
"So I won't be bored," she says, "and it passes by the time."
"Hmm," I said. "Why does time need to be passed? What are you waiting for?"
"For all of this to be over," she replied, "I want to leave this place."
"Where do you want to go?" I asked.
"Spain," she said, "I've always wanted to go there since I was a little girl. I've always dreamed of living there and meeting a man, falling in love and starting a family."
"Then why don't you go?" I asked her.
"I don't have enough money and nowhere to go if I ever did go there," she replied, "I just can't."
"That's too bad," I said standing up and walking back inside.
I heard a knock at the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw that it was Illya. I unlocked the door then opened it.
"Hello," I said letting them come into the room. "You some lipstick on your face Illya."
Illya wiped it off quickly.
We all sat down.
"So how is Shannon?" Gaby asked.
"Do you want to nice version or the truth?" I asked.
"I guess the truth," Gaby said.
"She makes me want to kill myself," I replied. "She is annoying and arrogant and boring."
"Interesting combination," Illya said.
I shook my head and lied my head in my hands.
"Who knows how long we are going to be here," I said. "I can't spend another day with her or I will lose my mind."
"She just lost her father and is going through a hard time," Gaby said.
"Anyways," Illya said, "let's get to the point why we came here. There is a man here who lives in the area named Quincy Bryson. He used to be friends with the Richards brothers but they betrayed him. He moved here to New York about ten years ago. He goes to the weekly ball that is on every Friday. Maybe we could go there and somehow find a way to defeat the Richards brothers' army. One problem...he's not that much of a gentleman...and he's a womanizer. Maybe if we really need something from him we could use Shannon."
"Not Gaby?" I asked.
"Gaby's cover is that she is married," Illya replied.
"Yeah," I said, "and Shannon's cover is that she's married to me."
"We'll still use Shannon," Illya said, "end of discussion. Find something nice to wear, the ball is tonight."