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section7mfu“What are we doing here?” complained Napoleon. “This surveillance job could easily be done by junior agents.”
He and Illya were sitting at the world-famous Café Du Monde coffee stand, in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The location was particularly pleasing to Illya Kuryakin, who was content to try everything on offer. He had already demolished more than his fair share of beignets.
“Are you saying that the CEA is not prepared to perform the same duties he expects of those subordinate to him?”
The questioned drew a puzzled glance from Napoleon. Illya was from a background where rank and duty were divided by clearly defined lines. He would never be expect to do the tasks assigned to more junior officers; not that the Russian had ever been an ardent stickler for the rules.
“No,” Solo replied. “I’m just saying that there are probably other things we could be doing?”
“Chasing women is, not yet, the duty of an U.N.C.L.E. agent.” Kuryakin muttered, stuffing the last of his beignet into his mouth.
“That depends on the assignment,” Napoleon countered, slightly annoyed by Illya’s constant referral to his favourite leisure pursuit. “We sometimes have to seduce a woman to get the information we want.”
“That would make it a strategy, not a duty,” Illya replied, his voice muffled by the food he was still chewing.
Napoleon decided to cut the discussion off before it led to a full blown argument; again. It was a row they had gone through many times, and neither of them was prepared to budge from his position on the subject. The argument never amounted to anything, and it never led to a falling out, but it often soured things for an hour or so.
“I’m getting another coffee. Can I get you anything, Tovarisch?”
Illya drained his coffee cup.
“Another black coffee, and some more of these beignet things, please.”
Napoleon smiled. At least Illya was enjoying the assignment, even if he wasn’t.
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He and Illya were sitting at the world-famous Café Du Monde coffee stand, in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The location was particularly pleasing to Illya Kuryakin, who was content to try everything on offer. He had already demolished more than his fair share of beignets.
“Are you saying that the CEA is not prepared to perform the same duties he expects of those subordinate to him?”
The questioned drew a puzzled glance from Napoleon. Illya was from a background where rank and duty were divided by clearly defined lines. He would never be expect to do the tasks assigned to more junior officers; not that the Russian had ever been an ardent stickler for the rules.
“No,” Solo replied. “I’m just saying that there are probably other things we could be doing?”
“Chasing women is, not yet, the duty of an U.N.C.L.E. agent.” Kuryakin muttered, stuffing the last of his beignet into his mouth.
“That depends on the assignment,” Napoleon countered, slightly annoyed by Illya’s constant referral to his favourite leisure pursuit. “We sometimes have to seduce a woman to get the information we want.”
“That would make it a strategy, not a duty,” Illya replied, his voice muffled by the food he was still chewing.
Napoleon decided to cut the discussion off before it led to a full blown argument; again. It was a row they had gone through many times, and neither of them was prepared to budge from his position on the subject. The argument never amounted to anything, and it never led to a falling out, but it often soured things for an hour or so.
“I’m getting another coffee. Can I get you anything, Tovarisch?”
Illya drained his coffee cup.
“Another black coffee, and some more of these beignet things, please.”
Napoleon smiled. At least Illya was enjoying the assignment, even if he wasn’t.
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Date: 2019-03-09 06:19 pm (UTC)I must admit, I was initially at a loss for this prompt.
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Date: 2019-03-09 07:03 pm (UTC)I'm lulling him into a false sense of security :-D
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