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Napoleon Solo smiled as he entered the UNCLE gym. He waved and greeted Samuel Loa, the Samoan born, former U.S. Marine NCO who ran the place. "Hi Sarge, how are things today?"
Sam Loa was a large man, well into his fifties. He had gray tightly curled hair that he maintained in a military cut. He was a no nonsense, by the book sort of man who took no guff from anyone, and he had the muscle to back up any order he gave. "Not bad Napoleon. We have a bunch of recruits just in from Cutter's resort." There was no love lost between Sam Loa and Jules Cutter. Jules being Army and Sam being Marines.
"Yes, I know. I thought I'd sneak down and watch them work out before I introduced myself to them."
"I think your partner is already here working out." Sam replied.
Napoleon knew that Illya didn't care about the new recruits and he never introduced himself to anyone. Illya was Illya, an aloof Russian, only interested in and friendly with the few folks who had managed to get within his shields, penetrate his "do not approach" attitude. Napoleon was one, Mark and April another, and surprisingly Sam was included in the little circle that Illya was comfortable with. Napoleon thought it was Sam's direct manner, it reminded Illya of his former GRU instructors. Illya and Sam seemed to have a good relationship.
Napoleon went into the gym and stood behind some equipment in order to view the new recruits. Five young, fit men were laughing and joking around. All five of them were wearing new identical UNCLE sweats. They were all over six feet tall and had a semi military look about them. Each clean shaven sporting a short neat haircut. Napoleon watched as they halfheartedly threw punches at each other while casting smug looks over at Illya who was at the punching bag working up a sweat.
Illya’s long hair was damp with sweat, his dark gray gym clothes had seen better days and needed washing. He looked incredibly small compared to the new recruits.
“Hey blondie!” The tallest of the recruits yelled.
Illya stopped what he was doing and looked warily over his shoulder at the group of recruits.
“Hey, we saw you come in wearing a lab coat. Are you a Section Eight lab rat?” the man laughed at his joke “You are about the size of one.” The other men laughed.
Illya sighed. “I work in the labs sometimes.”
“Do you want some pointers from some Section Two agents?”
Napoleon was about to stop the budding incident when he felt Sam Loa’s hand clamp down on his shoulder. Napoleon looked at Sam and smiling Sam shook his head “No”.
“Are you in Section Two?” Illya asked in a somewhat timid voice.
“Yes, we are. All of us. I’m Eric Richfeld. Agent Richfeld to you.”
Illya walked over to Richfeld and looked up at him, his blue eyes challenging. “Why ever would I want pointers from you?”
Richfeld stepped closer to Illya trying to intimidate him. One of the other recruits spoke up. “Come on Eric, stop being an ass. Leave the little guy alone.”
Illya grinned, “Yes, Eric. Leave the little guy alone. Now go away and play with your little friends.”
Richfeld’s face turned red and he tried to push Illya. With a sudden movement Illya had Richfeld on his face on the floor. Illya had his foot in the middle of his back and his arm pulled up between his shoulder blades.
Napoleon and Sam laughed. “Agent Richfeld” had no idea what hit him. The four remaining recruits stood silent and open mouthed.
Samuel Loa walked out and patted Illya on his back, “Good move, Agent Kuryakin.” The four standing recruits faces turned pale.
Illya released the embarrassed recruit and went back to the punching bag and continued his workout ignoring the stunned men. Sam helped Richfeld up and then turned to all five recruits. “Listen up and learn gentlemen. Next time you want to tempt fate know who you are picking on. You might live longer.”
Napoleon nodded to his partner and turned to the recruits. “I’m Napoleon Solo, Number One, Section Two, the CEA and that makes me your boss. I want to see all of you in my office in exactly thirty minutes.”
The five recruits silently headed toward the showers. Napoleon turned to Illya, “Hey little guy, thanks for bringing Richfeld down a few notches.”
Illya scowled, “I detest bullies.”
“We can only hope he learns his lesson, if not I’ll either put him in Section Three or let him go.”
Sam Loa was a large man, well into his fifties. He had gray tightly curled hair that he maintained in a military cut. He was a no nonsense, by the book sort of man who took no guff from anyone, and he had the muscle to back up any order he gave. "Not bad Napoleon. We have a bunch of recruits just in from Cutter's resort." There was no love lost between Sam Loa and Jules Cutter. Jules being Army and Sam being Marines.
"Yes, I know. I thought I'd sneak down and watch them work out before I introduced myself to them."
"I think your partner is already here working out." Sam replied.
Napoleon knew that Illya didn't care about the new recruits and he never introduced himself to anyone. Illya was Illya, an aloof Russian, only interested in and friendly with the few folks who had managed to get within his shields, penetrate his "do not approach" attitude. Napoleon was one, Mark and April another, and surprisingly Sam was included in the little circle that Illya was comfortable with. Napoleon thought it was Sam's direct manner, it reminded Illya of his former GRU instructors. Illya and Sam seemed to have a good relationship.
Napoleon went into the gym and stood behind some equipment in order to view the new recruits. Five young, fit men were laughing and joking around. All five of them were wearing new identical UNCLE sweats. They were all over six feet tall and had a semi military look about them. Each clean shaven sporting a short neat haircut. Napoleon watched as they halfheartedly threw punches at each other while casting smug looks over at Illya who was at the punching bag working up a sweat.
Illya’s long hair was damp with sweat, his dark gray gym clothes had seen better days and needed washing. He looked incredibly small compared to the new recruits.
“Hey blondie!” The tallest of the recruits yelled.
Illya stopped what he was doing and looked warily over his shoulder at the group of recruits.
“Hey, we saw you come in wearing a lab coat. Are you a Section Eight lab rat?” the man laughed at his joke “You are about the size of one.” The other men laughed.
Illya sighed. “I work in the labs sometimes.”
“Do you want some pointers from some Section Two agents?”
Napoleon was about to stop the budding incident when he felt Sam Loa’s hand clamp down on his shoulder. Napoleon looked at Sam and smiling Sam shook his head “No”.
“Are you in Section Two?” Illya asked in a somewhat timid voice.
“Yes, we are. All of us. I’m Eric Richfeld. Agent Richfeld to you.”
Illya walked over to Richfeld and looked up at him, his blue eyes challenging. “Why ever would I want pointers from you?”
Richfeld stepped closer to Illya trying to intimidate him. One of the other recruits spoke up. “Come on Eric, stop being an ass. Leave the little guy alone.”
Illya grinned, “Yes, Eric. Leave the little guy alone. Now go away and play with your little friends.”
Richfeld’s face turned red and he tried to push Illya. With a sudden movement Illya had Richfeld on his face on the floor. Illya had his foot in the middle of his back and his arm pulled up between his shoulder blades.
Napoleon and Sam laughed. “Agent Richfeld” had no idea what hit him. The four remaining recruits stood silent and open mouthed.
Samuel Loa walked out and patted Illya on his back, “Good move, Agent Kuryakin.” The four standing recruits faces turned pale.
Illya released the embarrassed recruit and went back to the punching bag and continued his workout ignoring the stunned men. Sam helped Richfeld up and then turned to all five recruits. “Listen up and learn gentlemen. Next time you want to tempt fate know who you are picking on. You might live longer.”
Napoleon nodded to his partner and turned to the recruits. “I’m Napoleon Solo, Number One, Section Two, the CEA and that makes me your boss. I want to see all of you in my office in exactly thirty minutes.”
The five recruits silently headed toward the showers. Napoleon turned to Illya, “Hey little guy, thanks for bringing Richfeld down a few notches.”
Illya scowled, “I detest bullies.”
“We can only hope he learns his lesson, if not I’ll either put him in Section Three or let him go.”