section7mfu | Street Smart - What's My Line? 7/2

Prompt: Too Hot to Handle
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Some days are meant to be squandered. A just right day that has the perfect temperature, with no snow on the ground or humidity in the air… A day made for doing nothing, everything or anything the heart desires.

Today was such a day for Illya Kuryakin. As he was walking to Headquarters, taking advantage of the beautiful morning that had been presented to the residents of New York, he wondered what it might be like to simply steer away from the little tailor's shop and keep going; perhaps catch a bus out to Coney Island and buy a hot dog and a beer for lunch. He wished for just a moment that he had on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt instead of the predictable black suit for which he was already known.

"This day could be a wonder", he said aloud to no one.

In the midst of this very pleasant walk to work, Agent Kuryakin became aware of a car that seemed to be following along, letting cars pass and remaining just a little bit behind his own pace. He casually reached into his jacket pocket and brought out the faux cigarette case that served as a communicator. He managed to get it into the correct formation without too much juggling and called in to ask for some additional presence as he continued to walk.

Napoleon Solo was out the door and heading towards his partner within minutes. Leave it to THRUSH to try and take out New York's newest Section II agent. Illya Kuryakin was so new to the Northwest Section that he still walked to work instead of grabbing a taxi, or checking out a car from the UNCLE pool. Now this is what they got for his lack of savvy concerning the streets of New York.

Kuryakin was no stranger to intrigue and danger. He had been schooled in the Soviet Union, always at risk should he fail in some area of instruction or performance. THRUSH, for all of their bravado and threats to the world, were not nearly as worrisome to the young blond as had been the specter of ovens and firing squads to which so many had fallen in his homeland. No, THRUSH would have their hands full today, should they choose to interrupt his beautiful morning walk.

Napoleon was walking at a brisk pace, always mindful of the dangers inherent in this line of work to which he had committed himself. Illya, for all of his supposed experience, was still newer at this than the young American agent; his exploits in Europe perhaps not as dangerous as what was encountered here on a regular basis. He quickened his pace as he considered the possible outcome of an encounter between his new partner and the goons regularly dispatched by THRUSH.

Illya had to stop at the corner and wait for the light to change. While he kept his eyes and ears attuned to anyone coming in his direction, he felt as though the few blocks he had left to cover would be done so without incident. On the heels of that thought he heard a car door slamming shut and then footsteps.

Napoleon saw something up ahead, and in the midst of that something was a blond head of hair that shone like a beacon. Bobbing up and down, that head seemed to be taking on several guerrilla like figures who, as was evident when he arrived breathless at the scene, were strewn around in various stages of discomfort while the smaller Russian hovered over them.

"What…? How… Did you do this all by yourself?" Napoleon was impressed and almost disbelieving. He had gone out on several missions and knew Illya was capable and, at the right time, deadly even. But to outmaneuver three big men like this and barely break a sweat… It was impressive.

"I believe we should call for some additional help…' he indicated the three downed men, "to clear the clutter." The only sign of struggle on the Russian was a tuft of hair that stood straight up. Otherwise he showed no sign of the tussle that had occurred.

"Yes, I believe we should. Say… You're a pistol, Kuryakin. I didn't know you had it in you." Illya smiled, he felt a newfound Americanism on the tip of his tongue.

"Yes, perhaps like the pistol, I am simply too hot to handle." Solo laughed out loud. Yeah, he agreed. Illya Kuryakin was indeed too hot to handle.

THRUSH better beware.

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