section7mfu | "Hesitation" for Q Little Drabble Do Ya!

A double drabble:

They were in hot pursuit of an agent who was carrying stolen documents vital to the U.S. defense plans following the Cuban missile crisis. It was imperative they retrieve the information before it fell into the hands of the Soviets.

Solo and Kuryakin had joined pursuit with FBI and CIA, though some head butting about Illya it was resolved.

“There he is,” Kuryakin hissed.

A young man, still in his teens, and obviously trained by his Soviet masters. Illya knew that schooling all too well himself as being a good thief was like second nature to him. He’d been a very good student back in Russia.

Finally they thief cornered in an alley, holding him at gunpoint.

“Give us what you took comrade and we will do you no harm,” Illya spoke Russian.

“Traitor!” The boy spat, suddenly reaching into his jacket and drawing a Tokarev pistol.

Illya aimed, but hesitated.

Napoleon darted the boy; the Americans would want a prisoner for questioning.

“What made you hesitate tovarisch?”

“I had live rounds in my magazine….Napoleon he was only a boy and I was indoctrinated just like him when I was younger.”

“I understand Illya, trust me I do.”