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

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“I often have to type up agents’ reports, when they aren’t able to,” she replied sadly. “It sometimes gets to me just how much awfulness there is in the world.”

“I understand,” Solo replied, waving away the handkerchief Mabel tried to hand back. “But, there are plenty of us good guys trying to counteract the awfulness

Mabel smiled at it words.

“Now,” he continued, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Why don’t we discuss it at dinner tonight?”

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“I’ll never get used to it,” moaned Napoleon.

“It’s no different than the others,” Illya, reminded him.

“On the surface maybe, but I had it set out just how I like it.”

“It will take a little time, but you can do the same here.”

“It still won’t be right.”

Illya didn’t admit it, but he understood what Napoleon was saying.  While it made sense for them to move closer to Mr Waverly’s domain, their old office had developed a personalised, lived in quality.

Still, he had no doubt that their new home would soon feel like their old one.