Dan Baldassare was one tough agent, an ex-Marine…
“Once a Marine always a Marine,” he’d say.” It’s okay to say ‘former’ but never 'ex.' ”
Legendary in the field, but time was winding down; he was turning 40. That meant mandatory retirement. Said he’d manage at a desk, but would miss the action.
On his last assignment Dan Baldassare didn’t make it; his life was cut short.
Waverly held a special meeting for his agents, concerned the loss of the man would affect morale… It did, but like Dan they knew they had a job to do regardless of the cost.
Dedicated to the memory of the real Dan Baldassare, 20, a U.S. Marine Corps crewmaster and 2015 graduate of Colts Neck High School NJ, who was aboard the KC-130 that crashed 85 miles north of Jackson, Mississippi. He was one of 15 Marines on the training flight from Marine Corps Air Station Cherry Point in North Carolina to El Centro, California, to transport personnel and equipment, 7/10/17. May they Rest in Peeace.
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But despite it all, Napoleon found himself surprisingly calm, and he offhandedly mentioned that fact to his partner.
“I know the feeling, my friend. Stand back.”
The Russian finished affixing his watch to the chain of the handcuffs linking their wrists. He gave the watch face a hard flick, then quickly shielded himself. A mild explosive inside the timepiece went off, and as they pulled their hands apart the chain gave way easily. Illya gave a controlled but satisfied smile.
“Much quicker than a hairpin.”
“You are in no shape to do this alone. Why are you insisting on no help?” Illya was tired of this argument.
“The doctor said you shouldn’t try walking without someone accompanying you.”
Just then they arrived at Physical Therapy. The therapist spotted them and broke into a smile.
“I’ll take over Mr. Kuryakin. Oh you poor dear, Mr. Solo. Let me help you into a wheelchair. Don’t want you tiring out too fast do we?”
“I should have known,” Illya whispered.
Napoleon flashed Illya a mischievous grin. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Napoleon said looking at her with puppy dog eyes and giving her a seductive smile. “Thanks, Denise. It was a long walk. I just hate being a bother to my friends and your department. Besides, the doctor did say I should try walking more.”
“Let me get you a glass of juice before your exercises. Afterward, we’ll have a good lunch to help strengthen your leg muscles.”
“That would be enjoyable,” Napoleon said shooing Illya away.
Rolling his eyes, Illya left Napoleon in Denise eager hands.