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Chapter one begun by Glennagirl: Here.

Medical personnel dashed into the Russian’s room, pushing Solo aside.
They quickly worked in silence, each knowing their job and performing with it practiced precision.
Illya was hooked up to a heart monitor once the bleeding was brought under control, and the wound bandaged.
It was when Napoleon observed them inserting a pic line and a hanging a bag of blood that he found himself swallowing hard. Had Illya lost that much blood?
The song “The Monster Mash” was playing in the background, muffling the voices of party goers, all dressed in costumes for a Halloween party. They were unaware there were two U.N.C.L.E. agents in attendance, though off duty for once.; Solo and Kuryakin were simply there as guests of Napoleon’s friend Sheila.
“You know I really hate this costume,” Solo leaned over, whispering to his partner. “I much prefer my Emperor Bonaparte’s uniform to this, at least it has some panache. I wish you hadn’t picked these out for us...look someone else has the same one as we do.”
There was no answer, not surprising for his all too quiet partner.
“Illya?”

Both April and Mildred fussed at the men when they finally returned.
( Abandon hope all ye who enter )