Snapshots~ "A Matter of respect"

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Illya Kuryakin and his American partner approached the red brick Russian Orthodox Cathedral of St. Nicholas on East 97th Street.

Though an impressive edifice, it was set back from the apartment buildings on either side of it, blocking it from immediate view. It was an opulent structure but if it had not been for the five onion domes on its roof, inspired by the great architectural edifices of Tsarist Russia, it might have been missed.

The two agents stepped through the arched white doors, listening as their footsteps echoed on the parquet wood floor.

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C'est La Vie - Conclusion

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C'est La Vie Began Here
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The day was warm and sunny, a contrast to the moods of the two men who walked side by side out of UNCLE Headquarters.  The lobby served the role of what had been Del Floria’s, although it was now the only entryway into the world that used to occupy the old faux brownstone.
Illya and Napoleon had discussed the obvious faults of the current set up, neither of them comfortable with the evolution of the Command’s outward appearance.  Truth be told, neither man was particularly confident with anything about the New UNCLE.  So far, the original version was superior in every way, including its former stars.  It was merely an honest observation.

When their shoes hit the pavement a car was waiting for the new Chief and … Whatever Kuryakin was currently was as yet undefined.  What he would be, even less certain.
Illya took the wheel of the little car that was being surrendered by a Section III agent; a look of wistfulness lingered on the young man’s face.

“Is he looking at you or the car?”

Illya rolled his eyes, a familiar gesture that brought a smile to Solo’s face.

“Very funny, Napoleon.  The car, undoubtedly.  The Fiero is somewhat of a prize, I believe.  For us it’s the affordable UNCLE car.”

Both men gave an involuntary shudder as they recalled the horrors of that iconic disaster.  R&D had been forced to abandon car manufacturing after several years of vociferous complaints from every agent who ever drove the silver drone.

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