Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

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"Reliable sources have informed me that THRUSH has a new ruse, a slave prostitution ring disguised as an escort service," Mr. Waverly told Illya and Napoleon. "They plan to lure unsuspecting young women through an advertisement for a singles dance at a local club. Your assignment is to attend the function masquerading as gentlemen clients to get information on their plan in order to destroy it."

"Boy, talk about mixing business with pleasure." Napoleon chuckled, and Illya glared at him.

The two agents arrived at the function undetected, and predictably, Napoleon was soon mingling amongst the young women in attendance, sizing up their respective potentials for a short-term dalliance. Illya stood shyly to the side nursing a scarcely-drunk vodka for most of the night, until he noticed an attractive brunette who also seemed to be on her own. With some encouragement from Napoleon, he approached her and soon learned that her name was Trina, that she'd been crippled by polio as a child, and that her husband had been murdered in a THRUSH bombing several years previously.

To his surprise and delight, Illya found that he really enjoyed Trina's company and began wondering what his chances would be of getting a date with her.

When Trina excused herself to go to the restroom, Illya went to get a fresh drink, since the ice in the one he already had was melting. While doing so, he overheard a conversation between two men whom he quickly realized were THRUSH goons.

"I'd say our little party's been a real success, wouldn't you?" asked THRUSH goon number one.

"Yeah." THRUSH goon number two cackled. "That crippled broad's a real bonus. Our johns with leg brace fetishes are gonna pay top dollar for her services. I can see it now."

"Kinky." THRUSH goon number two guffawed.

White hot anger flowed through Illya's veins as he confronted the two men. "Your plan will not succeed. While you have been masquerading as a respectable establishment, my partner and I have been masquerading as potential customers."

"Well, look who's here," chortled THRUSH goon number one. "Our little blond Ruskkie friend. How's the weather down there?"

"I will see to it that you two are brought to justice," Illya hissed through his teeth.

"Oh yeah? How are you gonna stop us?"

"By whatever means I deem necessary."

THRUSH goon number one took a swing at Illya, but the UNCLE agent grabbed his arm and twisted it. As the man yowled in pain, his partner grabbed Illya around the waist. Illya smashed his heel down on the second man's toe, and the man let go of him. Suddenly Napoleon was there as well, and the two UNCLE agents soon had both goons subdued until the police could get there.

After the THRUSH operatives had been arrested and led away, Illya noticed to his astonishment that Trina had seen the whole thing.

"I am sorry you had to witness that," he told her. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Illya, but are you all right?"

"I am fine. It would take a lot more than those two prezrennies to bring me down."

"You are so brave!"

"Thank you." Illya blushed slightly. "Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?"

"I'd love to!"

Illya quickly glanced at Napoleon, who was grinning and shaking his head in disbelief.