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section7mfu2019-10-24 11:45 am
The Seven Deadly Sins Affair- Wrath
Wrath is great anger that expresses itself in a desire to punish someone.
Napoleon stood outside the doors to Mister Waverly’s conference room, knowing full well why he’d been summoned.
He remained quiet and simply straightened his tie. The last thing he did was run his hands along his temples to smooth back his hair.
Lisa Rogers was seated at her desk, but kept her eyes lowered. She knew what was going to happen.
As she looked at her intercom a red light flashed.
“You can go in now, and good luck.”
As the pneumatic doors opened with a quiet whoosh, he walked in, acting somewhat aloof.
“Good of you to be on time for once, Mister Solo,”Waverly harrumphed, though his back was turned to his agent.
Napoleon approached the conference table with confidence, not showing one ounce of trepidation.
The Old Man didn’t invite him to be seated, instead he made Solo stand there and wait like a schoolboy to be reprimanded for his misdeeds.
After several minutes passed Napoleon cleared his throat.
“I know you’re here Mister Solo and you will remain where you are, and in silence.”
Solo cringed, though he stood straight with his chin held high and his hands clasped behind his back. He’d been called on the carpet before and survived and supposed taking a few extra days in Quebec on the Command’s dime wasn’t sitting well with the Old Man, or Accounting.
Still, Napoleon held Waverly in high esteem and the thought of having disappointed him didn’t make Solo feel good about what he’d done. He regretted taking advantage of being in Quebec, and no doubt Slate had been read the riot act as well.
Fifteen minutes passed, twenty and finally, thirty minutes had gone by.
A tiny bead of perspiration appeared on Solo’s forehead and began to drift down to the bridge of his nose. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it away.
Napoleon found the courage to finally speak. “Sir…”
“Not another word Mister Solo. You are dismissed. I have only one warning for you; the next time you withhold information from me, there will be consequences. Don’t do it again. Now out before you really feel my wrath,” Waverly spoke sotto voce, driving home his point.
“Yes sir,” Napoleon said, now confused, “but may I ask what information you believe I’ve withheld from you?”
“You were aware of a serious change in behavior with Mister Kuryakin and you neglected to inform me of it; to make matters worse, you told Doctor Greene to withhold the information as well.”
“Yes, sir. I wasn’t sure what was going on with my partner and…”
“I do not appreciate hearing from my sources in headquarters regarding information that my CEA was aware of well before the fact. In the future you will let me know of suspicious behavior on the part of any of my agents. I’m not a mind reader, though you may think otherwise. I don’t know everything going on here, but I indeed must. Understood?”
“Yes sir Mister Waverly.” Please don’t put any blame on Doctor Greene for this. It’s entirely my fault.”
“He’s a grown man and made his decision as well, now dismissed.”
Napoleon exhaled a long sigh of relief as the doors closed behind him.
“Congratulations,” Lisa said.”You’re still alive.”
“Very funny.”
“How’s Illya doing?”
“You know? Does everyone else in headquarters?”
“No, and I promise it’ll stay that way. There’s a few people here who’d just love to hear about Illya in his current condition.”
“Really? And who might they be?”
“Not going to tell you. They’re harmless enough and I don’t want you starting any trouble, even though I know you’re only watching out for Illya. Now go see to your partner Napoleon. I’m sure he’ll recover from whatever is wrong with him.”
“From your mouth to God’s ears Lisa…”
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