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Kuryakin, being a bit more athletic, caught up to him easily and slammed into the American when he came to a complete halt.
Napoleon ‘oofed’ as he jerked forward, crashing right into the last person he expected to literally run into in the grey halls of U.N.C.L.E. headquarters; Alexander Waverly.
The Old Man was never seen in the corridors as he used a series of secret walkways hidden behind the walls. Never knowing where and when he would show up kept his people on their toes.
“What the deuce?” He barked as he was shoved backwards.