The Face in the fog~ chapter 1
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A story told in drabbles.
Rating: Gen.
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I'd been with the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement for nearly two years as one of their enforcement agents, and a successful one at that, but I'd been through more than my fair share of partners. Alexander Waverly was insistent that I have one, though I worked fine by myself. I got into a few jams yet still managed to extricate myself and live to fight another day. But the Old Man kept sending partners my way.
I'd been with the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement for nearly two years as one of their enforcement agents, and a successful one at that, but I'd been through more than my fair share of partners. Alexander Waverly was insistent that I have one, though I worked fine by myself. I got into a few jams yet still managed to extricate myself and live to fight another day. But the Old Man kept sending partners my way.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?"
Henry David Thoreau
Silent night.
Deserted night.
Night meant darkness, peaceful darkness.
He was alone.
Napoleon Solo stopped and took some steps back behind the computer. A young, apparently very young, blond man had just come in the office, making his way to the desk, without a word, just nodding, vaguely. He picked up a file and went away, still silently.
So here he was. The Russian. The Uncle was an international organization. For months, Alexander Waverly wanted to get a Russian agent - and had eventually managed to get one.
A... Russian?
No sooner had he arrived than Napoleon Solo knew “all” about him.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?"
Henry David Thoreau
Silent night.
Deserted night.
Night meant darkness, peaceful darkness.
He was alone.
Napoleon Solo stopped and took some steps back behind the computer. A young, apparently very young, blond man had just come in the office, making his way to the desk, without a word, just nodding, vaguely. He picked up a file and went away, still silently.
So here he was. The Russian. The Uncle was an international organization. For months, Alexander Waverly wanted to get a Russian agent - and had eventually managed to get one.
A... Russian?
No sooner had he arrived than Napoleon Solo knew “all” about him.
My only complete first meeting story is published in the most recent Kuryakin Files. But I'm toying with another possibility...
My only complete first meeting story is published in the most recent Kuryakin Files. But I'm toying with another possibility...