It's Thursday, How about an Impromptu Challenge...

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I have the beginning of a story I started for a PicFic, but lack of time or inspiration have left it without any progress.  I think an Impromptu Challenge is in order here, with first come privileges. So, claim the next chapter and post it, then the next person does the same until we're finished.  If you write through to an ending so be it.  The prompt below is how I started out.
Who's game for it?

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UNTITLED

The obvious contrast between the two men on display caused the audience to be split in their opinions on who was the most attractive.  Some tended to the brunet, with his square jaw and chiseled features.  Expressive brown eyes made a few of the women in the front row swoon just a little when he looked down at them and smiled.

The blond was less agreeable to this spectacle.  He was moody looking, and blue eyes that sometimes dazzled were now dark and brooding.  The contrast of blond hair against the dark velvet curtain made him look as though the light was slightly brighter on his side of the stage, catching the attention of those whose tastes tended to northern types and exotic accents.  Oh, and of course the information they had stored in their brains.  Some people considered that of equal importance.

Napoleon Solo knew the stakes were high, the enemy sequestered deep within the darkened theater.  The job here was to draw out that enemy by whatever means available to him and to Illya.  The only question was the outcome, because they didn't know who it was, and therefore could not predict whether he, or she, would choose the dark haired American, or his Russian partner.

Just how the two UNCLE agents had wound up in this predicament was fodder for stories that would be repeated in THRUSH enclaves around the globe.  Although the auction itself was not engineered by the Hierarchy, some of those bidding on the two men considered most dangerous to THRUSH activities worldwide were anxious to get them into a chair and administer something to loosen their tongues and divulge Command secrets.

Solo would insist that this was all part of his plan, something that caused Illya to roll his eyes.  What he knew to be true was that his partner had yielded to his romantic impulses and allowed a woman to seduce and then sedate him.  When Illya came to his rescue he also became a victim of the same injection of sedatives.  The entire scenario was unacceptable, and Kuryakin knew that when (and he did mean when, not if), they reported back to Mr. Waverly, there would be serious repercussions regarding Mr. Solo's libido.

For now, however, the thing most needed was a way out.  Napoleon was intent on finding out who wanted him bad enough to bid the large sum of money that was now being handed over to the auctioneer.  Both he and Illya were shoved across the stage until they came face to face with their new owner.

What comes next is up to you...