Jan. 31st, 2018
“I’ve already said ‘No’ Mark, do I have to say it again? Thank you for the invitation, but I will have to decline.”
“You can come along and have a good time, Illya. There’ll be plenty of good grub. I thought you’d enjoy a free meal and be surrounded by your friends.”
“Not if a prerequisite is taking along a date, I cannot.”
“I didn’t say you `ad to, Guv. You can come by yerself if you want, as long as you come.”
“In that case Mark, thank you, I might come along.”
Mark nodded and left, exhausted and confused.
They were expendable; tools to use as a means to an end. This is what Alexander Waverly told himself to justify sending young people to their possible deaths. He even told the agents themselves on occasion.
Truth be told, he worried about every single one them; especially his top team of Solo and Kuryakin. Waverly didn’t generally allow himself to get too close to his agents but, it was difficult not to have a soft spot for that pair.
The desk communicator chirruped and the voice of Solo announced they had reached safety.
Waverly allowed himself a smile of relief.
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Truth be told, he worried about every single one them; especially his top team of Solo and Kuryakin. Waverly didn’t generally allow himself to get too close to his agents but, it was difficult not to have a soft spot for that pair.
The desk communicator chirruped and the voice of Solo announced they had reached safety.
Waverly allowed himself a smile of relief.
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