Prompts: archaeology, ancient

Alexander Waverly looked up as the doors to his conference room opened with a gentle whoosh.
“Ah Mister Kuryakin, good of you to arrive so quickly.”
“I was already on my way here when I was paged sir.”
“Oh?” The Old Man’s bushy eyebrows raised slightly.”You were coming to see me?”
“Not exactly sir, I umm, was coming to speak to Miss Kirov,” he blushed ever so slightly.
“Ah yes,” Waverly smiled as he tapped the contents of the bowl of his pipe into his crystal ashtray,” the young lady speaks Russian, doesn’t she?”
“Yes sir. It is nice to hear my native language, and converse in it from time to time.”
Waverly nodded his approval,”I imagine it saves on traveling time rather than going to Brighton Beach. Though you will miss out on eating at your favorite restaurant there…”
“Yes sir.” Illya hesitated, though it never surprised him as to how much the Old Man knew about his agent’s personal lives. It was as though Waverly had eyes in the back of his head 24/7. Nothing was sacred in the spy business, and no one in the Command had private lives, perhaps execpt for Alexander Waverly and the other Continental Chiefs.
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