Deception Affair Chapter 1 of 5.

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An injured Napoleon is kidnapped from a safe house while trying to remember information that can help the Kuryakins stop THRUSH from taking over the local Nazi party.

Deception Affair

Illya looked at his partner's unconscious pale face in the medical bed. The mission had almost ended Napoleon's life, but his luck again saved him—that and his partner's intervention. Although Section 2 agents hated being in Medical, waiting for one another to wake up in Medical had become their tradition as their partnership grew.

Illya's eyes than traveled farther down the bed.

His sister, who was sitting in a chair beside the bed, had her light strawberry blonde head asleep on Napoleon's bed. She had just returned from an individual mission as they had brought Napoleon in and she had volunteered to stay with him while he had changed out of his bloody clothes.

These two people were what made his life worth living. Napoleon had been his partner, actually more like a brother for 5 years now. In addition, he couldn't wish for a better person to work with.

He remembered the day only a year ago that he had found his sister after thinking she was lost to the Nazis when they were children and was still getting to know her. Napoleon had been ordered by Waverly to reintroduce the two agents. ***

His partner had brought her into their office and said. "May I introduce you to my partner, Captain Lieutenant Illya Nickovetch Kuryakin of the Soviet Navy and GRU," knowing that it irritated him to be introduced that way. The American than had said the words that almost made his heart stop.

"This Illya is Captain Lieutenant Josephina Nichovia Kuryakin of the Soviet Air Force and GRU."

Both agents had stared at one another. Napoleon had watched him slowly rise from his chair and uncharacteristically embraced Jo, something he rarely did.

They had spoken for hours in generalities about their lives, but they did not give each other the specific details. Finding their lives had followed similar paths, but always alone. Multiple state-run orphanages, shuttled from one labor camp to another, then state run schools where each was found to have exceptional skills in the sciences and sent to attended specialities schools to refine those skills.

Each had been 'sponsored by the GRU' and was sent to join the Navy for Illya and the Air Force for Jo. From there they were sent to other countries for PhDs in their respective fields. Finally, they were ordered to join UNCLE as Soviet representatives.

Although he had attempted to discourage Jo from working in Section 2, she now was a full member of the section.

He woke her gently sending her to the agent room to get rest knowing she wouldn't go home until Napoleon had regained consciousness. He remained there for the man who was now his brother.

…

Answering an overhead page later that afternoon, the two agents entered Mr. Waverly's office. "Miss Kuryakin, Mr. Kuryakin I understand that Mr. Solo will be waking up soon. He'll then be moved to a safe house until he's physically fit. We don't want it to be common knowledge that he has regained consciousness. What he knows and what he has told us about this new threat needs to be kept quiet." Waverly began.

Both agents looked questioning at the Old Man. "Mr. Solo was able to obtain a list of leading Nazi party agents and their location in California. Unfortunately, the Nazi party is becoming stronger in the US, and it seems that many of the names on the list are also highly placed Thrush agents."

"Usually I don't allow agents to refuse an assignment, but this time time I want you both to think about this option before the undertaking. This mission will put you directly in the thick of the movement and involves putting an end to the growth of the party by discrediting the Thrush leaders. I know both of your backgrounds and childhoods may make this mission too difficult to deal with emotionally. Before you give me an answer, I believe you need to consider this assignment."

Illya started to object, but Waverly continued, "No, No, don't answer me now. I would like you to take until one this afternoon to make your decision. If you reject the assignment, it won't be held against you. I'll see you both at one pm." With this, Waverly began examining another file calling an end to the meeting. Both agents left the office, Jo to her office, and Illya back to Medical without saying a word to each other.

….

Illya sat next to Napoleon, his hands on his partner's arm, thinking. His past had been terrible. The Nazis had killed the rest of his family, and made him believe his sister was died. The work camps brought cruelty because of his nationality. It was only his blond hair and blue eyes that had saved him from death.

He knew Jo had suffered similarly, but neither of them felt the safety yet to share their personal experiences. In addition, Illya knew that Napoleon would attempt to talk both of them out of this assignment if he were awake. However, Illya recognized the fact that anything he could do to prevent what had happened to his family from happening again, he would do. He was sure Jo felt the same way. It was distressing enough to have to deal with the Nazis themselves but Thrush as leaders. This type of problem must be addressed and stopped—no matter what the outcome was for himself.

Daydreaming, Illya felt a hand squeezing his. Napoleon eyes slowly opened and searched for his partner. Illya smiled; this was the norm each of them displayed when waking up in Medical. Placing a few ice chips in Napoleon mouth so he could talk, he briefly explained that they needed to keep his recovery a secret for now.

Napoleon wasn't happy about this, but when Waverly and Dr. Towers found out he was awake, they seconded the orders. Dr. Towers quickly checked out Napoleon, determining that his back and leg injuries were healing properly. He pronounced him well enough to travel to the safe house in an ambulance.

….

Illya rode along with Napoleon and ensured his safe delivery. Napoleon asked for details of what was happening with the list that his memory was just starting to remember, to which Illya just assured him that it was being addressed.

"You are going after them aren't you?" Napoleon demanded, "Illya you don't want to do this. They did enough to you already. I can't be there to protect your back. What do you plan on doing? Who is your partner for this one?" Napoleon asked without giving Illya time even to answer one of the questions.

Although Illya didn't intent to answer any of Napoleon question anyway, he attempted to turn the conversation toward another subject. Napoleon wouldn't allow it and kept hammering at his partner. Illya wouldn't be talked out of this assignment, and Jo had already made it clear to both him and Waverly that she intended to complete the assignment.

"Oh wait a minute; I know who is backing you up. It's Jo isn't it? This is a very poor idea. Think about it my friend; this could cause you two all kind of problems."

Although Napoleon continued to maintain a one-sided agreement with Illya, he didn't change his mind. After making sure Napoleon was settled and comfortable before leaving, Illya returned to headquarters leaving an angry partner behind.

After returning to headquarters, he drifted down to the cafeteria. Grabbing a cup of tea, he headed toward the corner table where Jo sat drinking tea. "Kak vy delayete mladshaya sestra? (How are you doing little sister?)"

"Ladno , i vy bolʹshoy brat. (Okay and you big brother.)

" Khorosho. Vnutrenniye i vneshniye shramy, Jo? (Okay. Inner and external scars, Jo?)

"Da, А вы?" Jo softly responding hating to admit it.

"Da" he honestly answered, "YA nikogda ne otkazyvayusʹnaznacheniya do. vy? Вы?" (I never refused an assignment before. You?)

"Nyet, it is one o'clock, we must meet with Mr. Waverly." Jo stated as she stood up. Silently the two walked toward the office, their decision made.

….

"Have you thought about my request?" Waverly asked, both agents nodded, "You understand what you're being asked?"

"Sir, we understand. Neither of us has refused an assignment before and will not start now. We know that we are the most appropriate agents for this mission with our preferred Aryan looks, and language abilities," Illya told him talking for both of Jo and himself.

"We are ready to begin when we have the information we need." Jo nodded in response to Mr. Waverly questioning look at her.

"We'll then proceed with this briefing. You'll portray husband and wife who are moving into a new neighborhood." The two agents looked at each other and smiling—surely a marriage made in a truly twisted mind. If the two of them didn't kill one another, it'd be a surprise.

"Mr. Kuryakin, you have a position as a scientist in the company's lab at the headquarters for the California branch of this group where you'll use your knowledge to alter the virus that's being created. Miss Kuryakin, you'll be a stay at home wife. Once we get the code for their operation from Mr. Solo, you'll use your computer knowledge to change the information so that instead of Thrush being a positive influence for the group they'll be considered a dangerous or even a deadly influence for them."

"As Thrush is just beginning to become involved, we hope their agents won't be around to identify you. Do your best to stay out of their way. It's up to you two to determine how to discredit them and put a stop to this affair before it gets too far. Good luck, and be careful. You'll be leaving tomorrow morning." Waverly dismissed the agents who went to prepare for their departure to California.

*** Changing of past beliefs