Apr. 29th, 2015

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A brisk wind swept through the canyons of New York's business districts, the tall buildings creating a sort of wind tunnel effect.

"I thought it was Spring.  This feels more like the beginning of Winter."  Illya was not averse to cold weather, but he had grown fond of the gentleness of changing seasons,  particularly the spring months.

"I thought you liked cold weather, this isn't so bad."

"Napoleon, since when do you not prefer eighty degrees and sunny skies?"

Solo shrugged his shoulders.  Perhaps age was mellowing his outlook.

"Life is unpredictable and so is the weather."

"Philosopher?"

"UNCLE agent."

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Illya Kuryakin had been keeping secrets. Napoleon Solo didn’t like it when his partner kept this kind of secret. Especially after everything the Russian had continually asserted to the contrary.

“I don’t understand what the issue is,” Kuryakin protested. “It’s hardly a traitorous act.”

“Maybe not in the grand scheme of things, Pal,” Napoleon retorted. “But after everything you’ve denigrated me for, it feels like it.”

“I think you may be over-reacting a little, my friend.”

Solo sighed.

“Fair point, Tovarisch. Anyway, Del Floria asked me to tell you that the fitted grey suit you ordered from him is ready.

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