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Cold outside? Don't worry, April's here...

It's Wednesday, and that means April is in.
Beneath both his eyes and spreading onto one cheek were bruises of varying shades of red, black and blue. His nose was slightly swollen and he was favoring his right leg, as he limped through the agents entrance at the New York headquarters.
The blond accepted his ID badge from the agent manning the desk without a word. The woman, new to UNCLE, had been warned not to bother the Russian with overly sympathetic attention when he was showing signs of being fairly beaten up, which was quite often.
Despite his condition, Illya Kuryakin was in good spirits, though he would have been hard-pressed to smile if asked.
He was relieved the woman said nothing, knowing he looked pretty bad and simply nodded his thanks to her before stepping through the secondary entrance.
The first person he met was April Dancer, whose face spoke volumes when she saw him.
April and Mark were having dinner at his apartment on the Upper West Side. He had invited her when they had arrived back at New York Headquarters late Saturday night after completing an affair in Billings, Montana. They were debriefed by the CEA and by the time they had written their report, it was well after eleven. They had stopped at an Irish pub on Ninth Avenue that Mark favored and gotten food to bring home.
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