Me Too - 7 Deadly Sins: Envy
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section7mfuNapoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were the top two agents in the Northwest Region of the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement. They took more risks, settled more dire circumstances and saved the world more often than almost anyone in the organization.
Perhaps that was why they also, regrettably, spent more time as prisoners or captives of enemies such as THRUSH. It didn’t help that Solo was prone to falling under the spells of numerous beautiful and seductive women, at times courting the very female whose aim it was to destroy him.
Kuryakin, blond and blue eyed, sought by many women but more easily adept at refusing them, was more likely to inspire the wrath of his captors through agitating and goading them with insults and ruthless disrespect. Between the two of them, they had logged more hours in medical and more reprimands from Alexander Waverly than any of his other operatives.
On this day the two of them were tied back to back, their feet also bound as they waited for the proverbial other shoe to drop. It would most likely be on their heads, heavily laden with some deadly instrument or toxin, all of it designed to maim and or kill the two darlings of UNCLE.
“All you had to do was not say what you said, just keep your mouth shut and not encourage him to kill us.” Napoleon was agitated by the last encounter with their captor, a slovenly character whose aim it was to gain access to THRUSH Central via his capture of Solo and Kuryakin.
Illya was steadfast, he didn’t consider his rant to be the primary issue.
“All I did was call him an unkempt, foul smelling hack whose chances of being admitted to the inner circles of THRUSH were about as likely as not being voted most likely to succeed at offending everyone in his wake.” Napoleon snarled his signature snarl, a curled lip and a hiss of disapproval.
“Exactly! You just had to insult him when at that very moment I was on the verge of convincing him to let us go.”
“What? You must be joking! It’s your fault we’re here to begin with. You had to seduce the woman he’s been in love with for a decade. You stole the one thing in his life that gave him hope. Seriously, must you always…’ Illya sputtered for a moment, unable to frame the words adequately.
“Don’t you ever turn it off?” Napoleon laughed out loud at the question. They’d been through this before.
“As I’ve said before, when you’ve got it…”
“Oh right, I forgot… you’ve got it in spades. Give it a rest, Napoleon.”
There was silence for several minutes. Both men knew why they were here, and neither of their faults nor foibles was the reason for it.
“Look, I’m sorry Illya. Craven is a lackey trying to be master of his fate. He’s just mad at everyone, and… well, yes, I guess I did foul things up by letting things go too far with Corine Darcy. How was I to know he had a thing for her? She was the way inside the compound, and I needed to get inside.” A heavy sigh marked the end of his apology, such as it was.
“You’re right of course. I do make matters worse at times. My training included a myriad of techniques for making people mad, of inciting a degree of fury during an interrogation, something I continue to do even when I am the one being interrogated. I suppose our current position might have been avoided…’’ He let that trail off as each man considered their quandary, and some way of getting free of it.
“Illya, I have an admission to make.’ He waited, unable to see his partner but sensing his attention.
“I’m a little envious of your, um… bravado. I mean, I can give as good as I get but, boy, you really let it fly. I guess I’ve always prided myself a little on being subtle, maybe too much so.”
“No’, Illya was ready to join this little confession session.
“I must admit that your ease with women, the way they seem to just submit to you, offer no resistance whatsoever… it both baffles and angers me. I suppose that is envy, is it not? I cannot do what you do, and it would be to my benefit to pay more attention to your technique and hone those skills. I apologize for criticizing you for it.”
Another brief period of silence ensued as each man considered the remarks of the other. There was truth in it, and letting it sink in now was alleviating their inability to act. Almost in unison, they found a weakness in their bonds, working free of them and aiding each other in untangling the ropes until they were both on their feet.
“Well, what do you know. I guess a little therapy is good for us once in a while.” Napoleon wasn’t likely to take on Illya’s attributes any more than the blond was going to start wooing enemy female agents. They each had their strengths, and in spite of a meager amount of envy over what the other could accomplish, neither man was willing to exchange his abilities for the other man’s gifts.
It was easy work for the duo to get the upper hand with Craven, whose skills were confined to brute strength alone. In the end, both Solo and Kuryakin felt a degree of pity for the man, who in turn felt nothing but envy towards the men who now held him captive.
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