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

Chapter 8

Illya's Pov
Suddenly Shannon was walking toward us with the man.
"So," Shannon said, "he uh wanted to meet you all."
"It's been a long time since I've seen Shannon," Quincy said, "I just want to see who she hangs out with...oh I'm Quincy. Quincy Bryson."
"So you met them," Shannon said, "goodbye Quincy."
"Oh come on Shannon," Quincy said, "lets go some where and catch up...I haven't seen you in forever."
"Fine," Shannon said with an eye roll. "I will be back at the hotel at ten."
We all nodded.
Quincy grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the building.
"I have a feeling we should follow them," I said.
"You are correct," Napoleon replied already walking towards the door.
We exited the building and looked around for Quincy and Shannon. Finally we could them. They had made it down the sidewalk a longways but were still recognizable.
"Can you see what they are doing?" I asked.
"I don't know...oh no." Napoleon said, "You don't do that to a lady."
Napoleon took off his blazer.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Hold this," Napoleon said.
"Napoleon stop," Gaby said with a scared voice.
"Stay here," I told her.
I followed Napoleon toward Quincy and Shannon. On the way to them Quincy had pushed Shannon up against the wall and was kissing her. Shannon kept breaking away from the kiss telling him to go away. She kept pushing him but she wasn't able to break free. Napoleon stepped up behind Quincy and tapped him on the shoulder. Quincy turned around and Napoleon gave him a sharp punch in the nose. Quincy took a couple minutes to deal with the pain and then looked up at us.
"Your going to wish that you fever even did this," Quincy said, "and that you were never born."
He turned around and jogged to his car. He got in his car and drove away.