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

Things had been very quiet for the past week at UNCLE headquarters, nothing on the radar that required the presence of  Napoleon Solo or Illya Kuryakin. There were plenty of Section II agents in the field, and ready to step up to the plate if needed.

This lull gave the partners the opportunity to catch up on their paperwork, which was always behind, but at last they were both staring at empty in boxes and took to reorganizing their file cabinets. That took up little time.

Napoleon sat at his desk, playing with a box of paperclips as was often his habit when bored.  Illya up to this point had his nose buried in some sort of journal, also his standard fall back when there was downtime.

He  put away his magazine in his desk drawer with a sigh of boredom, stood and stretched his arms above his head.

“I think I am going outside for some fresh air,” Illya announced.