WIP: Chapter 3
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section7mfuChapter 1
Chapter 2
Mr. Waverly sat sucking on his unlit pipe apparently listening as his two top agents each reported on their last affair. Unless one of them said something shocking, he was only half listening; after all, he would have a written report within the next thirty – six hours. What he was really doing was watching the subtle interplay between the two men. To the untrained eye, Agents Solo and Kuryakin were behaving the way they normally do when they entered his office. Illya had taken his usual seat and had not sat until Napoleon did. The CEA, as usual, had allowed his partner to report first before speaking.
But to Waverly’s trained eye, they were acting out of sorts. Napoleon’s body language screamed he was not happy with Illya. He was sitting in his seat with his left leg crossed over his right, which meant that ever so slightly, his body was turned away from his partner seated to his left. Normally, he would look his partner’s way when Agent Kuryakin was giving his report; today his eyes remained focused on him. When he had asked him a question, he answered it, but didn’t glance at Illya to get his silent agreement with the answer. Agent Kuryakin tried several times to make eye contact with Solo and when he couldn’t, his face became even more unreadable than it usually was.
He realized that Solo had stopped speaking and both agents were looking at him. “Well,” he harrumphed, “I look forward to getting your written report.”
Napoleon nodded his head. “Yes, Sir. Will that be all, Sir?”
“No, that is not all. Gentlemen, I have heard it through the grapevine that your partnership is a bit rocky right now. Is that true?” He watched both men startle and then squirm, not wanting to answer the question. “Your silence speaks volumes. Do we need to get a therapist involved?” He was pleased to see both men’s eyes widen in shock. “I’ll take that as a no. I suggest strongly that you get whatever it is that is affecting your partnership out in the open and resolved because if you can’t, I may be forced to make changes. That is all. Dismissed.”
As they walked towards the elevator bank, Napoleon said, “Be at my place tonight by six – thirty. I’ll make sandwiches.”
Chapter 2
Mr. Waverly sat sucking on his unlit pipe apparently listening as his two top agents each reported on their last affair. Unless one of them said something shocking, he was only half listening; after all, he would have a written report within the next thirty – six hours. What he was really doing was watching the subtle interplay between the two men. To the untrained eye, Agents Solo and Kuryakin were behaving the way they normally do when they entered his office. Illya had taken his usual seat and had not sat until Napoleon did. The CEA, as usual, had allowed his partner to report first before speaking.
But to Waverly’s trained eye, they were acting out of sorts. Napoleon’s body language screamed he was not happy with Illya. He was sitting in his seat with his left leg crossed over his right, which meant that ever so slightly, his body was turned away from his partner seated to his left. Normally, he would look his partner’s way when Agent Kuryakin was giving his report; today his eyes remained focused on him. When he had asked him a question, he answered it, but didn’t glance at Illya to get his silent agreement with the answer. Agent Kuryakin tried several times to make eye contact with Solo and when he couldn’t, his face became even more unreadable than it usually was.
He realized that Solo had stopped speaking and both agents were looking at him. “Well,” he harrumphed, “I look forward to getting your written report.”
Napoleon nodded his head. “Yes, Sir. Will that be all, Sir?”
“No, that is not all. Gentlemen, I have heard it through the grapevine that your partnership is a bit rocky right now. Is that true?” He watched both men startle and then squirm, not wanting to answer the question. “Your silence speaks volumes. Do we need to get a therapist involved?” He was pleased to see both men’s eyes widen in shock. “I’ll take that as a no. I suggest strongly that you get whatever it is that is affecting your partnership out in the open and resolved because if you can’t, I may be forced to make changes. That is all. Dismissed.”
As they walked towards the elevator bank, Napoleon said, “Be at my place tonight by six – thirty. I’ll make sandwiches.”
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Date: 2020-02-11 03:40 am (UTC)