Three for the First Meetings Challenge and A Little Drabble Do Ya

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The first meeting scenario is so enticing, it really is hard to stop writing about it.  And so, three drabbles on the subject.
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The Road

Each man had a history that no one else fully understood.

Neither of them felt limited by his past, but each knew what part of it had formed him.

For one the ravages of war had been but a preview of the life he would live.  The State, the ever present State, would change his life more than the war had.

The other man watched privilege take shape like a spectator at a tennis match.  Grandparents with means and a father who was sometimes aimless showed him that choices really did matter.

Whether recruited or conscripted, one common trait: loyalty.

Chatter

"Have you seen him yet?"

"No, have you?"

"No one knows what he looks like, only that…"

"Is that him?"

"Gee, he's cute isn't he."

"You think so?"

"Well, he's no Mr. Solo, but he's cute and, sort of sad."

"Yeah, sad and deadly from what I hear."

"He doesn't look deadly, he looks.."

"Like a teenager.  How old is he?"

"He has a doctorate degree, so he's no teenager."

"What? Great, a Section II we have to call doctor."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Dr. Kuryakin, the new Soviet agent, from London."

"Oh, I heard about him. He's cute."

It's Official

"Mr. Solo, have you familiarized yourself with Mr. Kuryakin's file?"

Napoleon nodded, fingering the manilla folder that held the information referred to.

"Yes sir, and Mr. Kuryakin seems to be … ahh… very accomplished.  A doctorate degree, that is highly unusual among our agents."

Waverly's eyebrows rose at the inferred question as to whether the Russian belonged in Section II.

"I assure you his field qualifications are very well documented; he has been tried and found able, if you will."

Of course Napoleon would accept that, this was Waverly's great acquisition: the Russian.

"I expect you to be available."

Of course.