Beginning With A Single Step - First Meetings

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Two days late and probably several dollars short, sorry. Not entirely certain I like the way this one turned out, and I am absolutely certain I'm going to need to expand upon it later. But anyway. Here we are.


Beginning With A Single Step

It was good to be back in New York after what felt like an endless assignment. Technically their mission had been a complete success, but there had been casualties. Two young men who'd had nothing to do with UNCLE or THRUSH or any of it, but had ended up caught in the explosion in the club anyway. All the post-mission debriefings had cleared him and Randolph of any blame, but Napoleon still felt the responsibility. He should have left Randolph with the codebook. If he'd been at the club instead he would have abandoned caution and found a way to break up the party.

He sighed and took a long drink of coffee, his fingers drumming idly on the commissary table. That was exactly the kind of attitude Peterson kept chiding him over. He was supposed to rely on his partner completely, not assume that he alone could take care of everything. Randolph was a good agent with a set of skills that fully complemented Napoleon's own. He liked the man and they worked together just fine. So why did he still shy away from the word 'partner' in his mind? He didn't know. But he was prepared to admit the fault lay with him.

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"Big UNCLE is Watching"~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Alexander Waverly was a busy man. To the people working at  headquarters; they thought the man never slept.

It seemed he spent nearly every waking hour there; on top every goings on, even the most miniscule of situations.

“Kept his people on their toes,” he said. Let them think he was like ‘Big Brother’ from Orwell’s 1984, keeping a watchful eye to the point of intrusiveness; though he wasn’t at all that extreme in his oversight.

Lisa Rogers knew better. She tiptoed over to her boss, removing the smoldering pipe from his fingers as he dozed, seated at his console.

Dee-lightful - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"What are you eating?"  Napoleon never ceased to wonder at his partner's appetite.

"It is a Moon Pie.  And I am enjoying it with this … um… RC Cola.  According to Miss Samantha Duvall, it is the only way to eat a Moon Pie."

Napoleon's eyebrow arched slightly.

"And just where did you meet Miss Samantha Duvall?"

Illya took a bite and swallowed some cola before answering.

"She's a new neighbor, from down South."

"I see, and she recommends this, um… "

"Moon Pie.  And RC.  Do you…?"

"No, thank you."

Illya smiled.

"So, about Miss Samantha Duvall…"

"She likes Moon Pies."

Time Changes - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - August 5th

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During the journey from reception to their office, Kuryakin and Solo had been invited to two barbecues and a birthday party. Illya had also been invited to a new Jazz club with two members of Section III, and had been offered the loan of a couple of records he hadn’t yet listened to.

“What is causing you to smile, Napoleon?”

“A year ago, you were treated, at best, with disdain and mistrust. Now, nobody here cares that you were supposed to be ‘one of the bad guys’.”

“My preconceptions have also changed in that time,” replied Illya, with a grin.

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