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Desperate Measures
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Desperate Measures
“Come on, come on, come on.”
U.N.C.L.E. agent Mike Bryant repeated the two words over and over as he stared through the trees at the dilapidated warehouse. Mike had only been a section 2 agent for three months and this raid on a THRUSH satrap was his first major assignment. He’d been partnered with a senior agent for the mission, as it was general practice for new agents for the first three missions.
To the envy of many others, Bryant had been assigned to Illya Kuryakin. The Russian, and his partner Napoleon Solo, were the two agents everyone wanted a chance to, temporarily, work with.
The mission was supposed to a simple, albeit time-sensitive, one. They had infiltrated the satrap without trouble, disposing of anyone who got in the way, and had recovered the plans they were after. U.N.C.L.E. had discovered that THRUSH were planning a chemical attack somewhere in the United States. They knew when it was to take place, but not where. The only wrinkle in the retrieval plan was the location of the satrap. It was surrounded, for some distance and on all sides, by trees. The woodland was sparse but it meant the helicopter wouldn’t be able to pick them up directly.
They had found the file they needed easily enough, but it was encrypted and would have to be sent back to HQ. Illya gave the file to Mike and ordered him to go on ahead while he stayed behind to plant some explosives. He assured the junior agent that he would follow as soon as possible.
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MFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFUMFU
Desperate Measures
“Come on, come on, come on.”
U.N.C.L.E. agent Mike Bryant repeated the two words over and over as he stared through the trees at the dilapidated warehouse. Mike had only been a section 2 agent for three months and this raid on a THRUSH satrap was his first major assignment. He’d been partnered with a senior agent for the mission, as it was general practice for new agents for the first three missions.
To the envy of many others, Bryant had been assigned to Illya Kuryakin. The Russian, and his partner Napoleon Solo, were the two agents everyone wanted a chance to, temporarily, work with.
The mission was supposed to a simple, albeit time-sensitive, one. They had infiltrated the satrap without trouble, disposing of anyone who got in the way, and had recovered the plans they were after. U.N.C.L.E. had discovered that THRUSH were planning a chemical attack somewhere in the United States. They knew when it was to take place, but not where. The only wrinkle in the retrieval plan was the location of the satrap. It was surrounded, for some distance and on all sides, by trees. The woodland was sparse but it meant the helicopter wouldn’t be able to pick them up directly.
They had found the file they needed easily enough, but it was encrypted and would have to be sent back to HQ. Illya gave the file to Mike and ordered him to go on ahead while he stayed behind to plant some explosives. He assured the junior agent that he would follow as soon as possible.
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