Secrets - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Illya my friend, it’s almost New Year’s Eve. What are you planning?”

Illya Kuryakin had expected this, he knew his partner would already have plans, possibly more than one.  He’d been known to have two dates; one in reserve in case the first one folded up like an umbrella.

“Napoleon, my friend… We’ve been on two continents, one THRUSH compound and spent another night here in Medical. I have no intention of celebrating that.”

Napoleon smiled. 

“You have a date, I already know that.”

“You don’t know everything.”

“Tell me.”

“I think not.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a spy.”

“Hmmph.”