Lesson Learned for Short Affair 3/28

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Prompts: vice, yellow

word count: 426
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"You are a yellow bellied coward, and i mean to teach you a lesson!"  The burly man with the thick accent hovered menacingly over a smaller blond whose affect of sheer terror was fooling the brute into a sense of false security.

Illya Kuryakin was coiled for action, not how the other man saw it as he continued his tirade against the man he considered a traitor to his cause.  In an instant the UNCLE agent unfurled his body into a frenzy of action, striking out at his target with a force that sent him reeling backwards into a flimsy piece of furniture, causing it to shatter on impact.

It was over so soon, the big man knocked unconscious with the one forceful blow from Kuryakin.  Napoleon had been near but not near enough to get in on the action. He came through a door with anticipation only to be met by his partner standing over the prone body of his antagonist.  Illya had been undercover for a few weeks and was only recently discovered foraging for information in the big man's private office.  The operation was an unsophisticated attempt to form a criminal organization made up of street urchins and uneducated young men who yearned for something beyond their poverty.

Napoleon stood at his partner's side for a few minutes, transfixed by the Russian's concentration on the lump of a man at his feet.

"You okay Illya?"  So far he hadn't said a word, just stood staring down at his victim.

"Da…yes.  I…' He sighed involuntarily.

"This is a scene from my youth, of bullies and opportunists who would use the unfortunate for their own vice. I was angry Napoleon.  I acted in anger, not out of a sense of duty.' He turned and looked at his friend, ready for a rebuke if there was one to be had.

"Was I wrong?" He needed to know, because if his position as an agent of UNCLE were to be powered by a sense of vengeance rather than justice, then he didn't belong here.

"No.  No, you're not wrong, you did nothing wrong.  This man needed to be stopped, and whether or not it rang a bell from your past is irrelevant.  You did your job Illya, and you left him alive to face the consequences."

Napoleon pulled out his communicator and called in the location, requesting a clean up crew and informing Mr. Waverly of the outcome.  He kept an eye on his friend, wondering how deeply the wounds were embedded in the young Soviet agent.

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[laurose8.livejournal.com]

A good question and a good answer, and well written, too. Both of them are done very well, and so is the oc.