section7mfu | May. 9th, 2019

Sometimes I just cannot contain my admiration for these guys. I mean, two handsome men, so very different, but both evoking strong emotions from those of us who love MFU. I mean, dark haired, brown eyed Napoleon Solo... smooth as silk and so ready to play the romance card. No wonder he has inspired swooning for fifty years.
And the blond. What can I say that hasn't already been sighed by legions of lovesick fangirls? He has a face that belies the man he is forced to be, by governments, enemies... even his own determination to live.
Favorite photos? Hmmm... I have a few. Click an image to see a full size version. And if you want to add to this thread, please feel free to show us your UNCLE Love :D

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Napoleon watched the car slide before him.   “Mr. Solo, I’m agent Smith, and this is Agent Hope from Section 3.   Mr. Waverly asked us to pick you up and bring you in.”

“Hi guys. Are we picking up Kuryakin also?” Napoleon asked climbing in the back of the car.

“Sorry sir, but who is Kuryakin?”  The driver, Smith, asked.

“My partner,” Napoleon knew where this was going but felt he needed to see how far this sham went.

“I don’t know anything about picking up Kuryakin. We were told just to pick you up.” Hope informed him.

“I see.  How come the early pickup?  I was scheduled to come in later today.”

“You know what the old man is like.   When he makes up his mind, you just jump when he says jump. Probably afraid you’ll pad your expense account. So how did your mission go sir?” Smith laughed.

“As always, a little sneaking, a little running, and a big blast from my partner. At least this time my suit doesn’t have to be replaced.”

“I’m sure it’s never a problem to get a replacement suit as you are risking your life, sir,” Hope said.
“Did you get what you went after?”

“You know that’s an inappropriate question, Hope.” Napoleon chided him.

“Sorry, sir.   But you know us Section 3 agents look forward to the stories of your adventures.”

“Just keep the questions acceptable from now on,” Napoleon turned to the window in silence.
A little later he said, “Isn’t this the wrong way?”

“Mr. Waverly said to bring you in the backway sir, so this is a shortcut to the back of the building,” Hope assured him.

“Pull over. I don’t like this. I’m going to check in with Waverly to see what’s going on.” Napoleon ordered.

Trying to open the door he found the lock engaged. A moment later a divider window raised as gas began to fill the back of the car.   Napoleon was able to get his small breathing device in before becoming overcome by the gas.

Illya nodded to the two men in the sedan.   “Do you have orders to pick up Agent Solo also?”

“Mr. Solo, sir?” Thomas asked.

“My partner.   You know the Casanova of UNCLE, the CEA.”

“Sorry sir, I’ve never met a Solo. Please get in so we can get you back to headquarters as quickly as possible. Mr. Waverly is waiting for you,” Robinson requested pushing the back door open.

As Illya climbed in, “How long have you been at New York’s headquarters?

“Thomas and I were assigned there about a year ago. Did you have a hard time completing your assignment sir?” Robinson asked.

Instead of answering Illya closed his eyes. A few minutes later Illya opened them again, “I hope that I am not going to have to still put up with the aftermath of Slate’s joke.”

“Sir?”

“The explosion of the gunk he created before I left. Even my office reeked of it. Surely you smelt it. The whole of headquarters was overwhelmed with it.” Illya complained.

“We were lucky sir, and out on a run. Missed the whole thing.” Robinson said.

“It must have been a long run as I was there four days before going out on assignment and it was still reeking.” Illya tested to prove that this wasn’t his imagination but someone after him, Napoleon, or both of them.

“We had a three-day weekend, then a number of runs in a row.   Guess we lucked out sir,” Thomas smiled.

That was the final proof that he needed.   He hadn’t imagined that something was wrong. He knew it. Mark had been in England all week and not due back for another one.   Reaching for his gun, the separation window began to rise as gas began to fill the back of the car. Illya had expected something like this and was able to get his small breathing device in before becoming overcome by the gas.