No Doubt About It - QuoteMe Challenge

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"You have enemies? Good, that means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life." Sir Winston Churchill
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Napoleon Solo strode purposefully through the great grey corridors of UNCLE Headquarters in New York as though heading into destiny.  There was some truth to that assumption, for the handsome CEA of UNCLE Northwest, Number One of Section Two and Heir Apparent to the Throne, had been summoned by his chief with a less than jovial tone in the Old Man’s voice.  Solo understood the penalty for arriving without the proper attitude in tow.

As Napoleon made his entrance it was shortchanged slightly by the presence of his partner, Illya Kuryakin.  The Russian, smaller in stature than his American friend, sat ramrod straight in his usual chair, a quick cut of his eyes the only indication of what lay ahead.
Alexander Waverly, unusually attentive to the arrival of his Second in Command, watched wordlessly as Solo eased himself into the leather chair that bore the imprint of his previous visits.  Old Home Week came to mind as the wary agent slid into what had become his seat at the enormous round table that served as the meeting place for these men.  Waverly waited for the final squeak of the leather before harrumphing this meeting to order.
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No Doubt About It - QuoteMe challenge

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"You have enemies? Good, that means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life." Sir Winston Churchill
~~~~~:

Napoleon Solo strode purposefully through the great grey corridors of UNCLE Headquarters in New York as though heading into destiny.  There was some truth to that assumption, for the handsome CEA of UNCLE Northwest, Number One of Section Two and Heir Apparent to the Throne, had been summoned by his chief with a less than jovial tone in the Old Man’s voice.  Solo understood the penalty for arriving without the proper attitude in tow.

As Napoleon made his entrance it was shortchanged slightly by the presence of his partner, Illya Kuryakin.  The Russian, smaller in stature than his American friend, sat ramrod straight in his usual chair, a quick cut of his eyes the only indication of what lay ahead.
Alexander Waverly, unusually attentive to the arrival of his Second in Command, watched wordlessly as Solo eased himself into the leather chair that bore the imprint of his previous visits.  Old Home Week came to mind as the wary agent slid into what had become his seat at the enormous round table that served as the meeting place for these men.  Waverly waited for the final squeak of the leather before harrumphing this meeting to order.

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C'est La Vie - chapter 4

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Sorry I'm late getting back to this story.  It started here.  The LJ formatting is off for some reason, so please forgive that as well.
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Illya drove like a man possessed as he shot through the streets of Manhattan, heading towards Innuendo.  He called Napoleon to explain his concerns, where he was going and why.
“Open channel F … Napoleon it’s Illya.”
“Where are you?  I’m in the lobby …”
Kuryakin took a deep breath before continuing.
“I’m picking up Marion and Nicolette first.”
“You think they’re in danger?”
“Yes.  Why did they call you into UNCLE Headquarters, Napoleon? What’s happened?”
A long pause was ended with a nearly whispered reply.

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