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

Chapter 1 by glennagirl
Chapter 2 by ssclassof56

The team of Slate and Dancer immediately returned to Nice as instructed, entering the dark antique shop. Just as with Solo, the proprietor gave no response to the agent’s acknowledgement, just a slight nod of their heads to him and nothing more.

Once they were sure the coast was clear they stepped through aged wardrobe to a small part of the hidden world of UNCLE that lay behind it.

“That thing is so ghastly,”April remarked as they stepped into the bright light of reception, if one could call chrome and gunmetal that, and she supposed it was in comparison to the dark, dinginess of the wardrobe.

‘It’s more like Alice down the bloody rabbit hole is you ask me luv,” Mark whispered, though his comment was only heard only by his partner

“Which will ensure that no one will ever want to buy it Mademoiselle Dancer,” the receptionist handed them their security badges.” “Monsieur Bouchard awaits you, second office on the right.”

Wrath is great anger that expresses itself in a desire to punish someone.


Napoleon stood outside the doors to Mister Waverly’s conference room, knowing full well why he’d been summoned.

He remained quiet and simply straightened his tie. The last thing he did was run his hands along his temples to smooth back his hair.

Lisa Rogers was seated at her desk, but kept her eyes lowered. She knew what was going to happen.

As she looked at her intercom a red light flashed.

“You can go in now, and good luck.”

Lust is a psychological force producing intense wanting or longing for an object, or circumstance fulfilling the emotion. Lust can take any form such as the lust for sexuality, love, money or power. It can take such mundane forms as the lust for food as distinct from the need for food.




Illya was angry, the angriest his partner had ever seen him. It was rare for the Russian lose his composure, but in this case it wasn’t unwarranted.

Napoleon was angry too, but his ire was tempered and under control.

Kuryakin stomped, strode back and forth, his hands waving in the air as he raged.

“THRUSH are beyond animals! They enter an area and wipe out the indigenous population...innocents who never did anything wrong in their lives.  Men, women...children. How could they do this to babies?”

“What is your name?” Illya asked.

“Helen Adams.”

“Who is your employer?”

“The Central Intelligence Agency.”

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Luckily Illya received the antidote before the poison had really begun to work on him. The stab wound in his back was deep enough for him to have lost a fair amount of blood, but thankfully the blade missed any major organs.

When he at last had some privacy he managed to get hold of his communicator pen. Contacting Waverly, he was relieved to find out Napoleon would be all right as he too had received the same antidote for the poison apparently in both their systems.

His thoughts went again to his revelation about being manipulated like a puppet on a string.

The medical staff were concerned after they saw the weapons Kuryakin had on his person, those included his Special, his pearl handled switchblade, a throwing knife and a small caliber pistol strapped to his ankle.

They didn’t know to look in the heels of his shoes where plastic explosives and fuses were hidden. Luckily he was wearing his turtleneck and not a shirt with explosive buttons, or his exploding tie bar for that matter. His explosive money clip had been left in his desk drawer back in New York.

If he’d had it with him and someone dropped it, especially with any oxygen tanks around, it could have taken out an entire hospital floor.

Illya walked some distance before finally ducking into an alleyway in order to contact headquarters.

“Yes Mister Kuryakin?” Waverly answered.

“I visited with Cardinal Spellerman and discussed the possible THRUSH infiltration of Xaverian high school.”

“I’m aware of that and the fact that you let him know Mister Solo was injured.”

“Was that inappropriate sir, if so I apologize.”

“No no, not at all. Mister Solo is of the Catholic faith and therefore a member of the Cardinal’s flock, so to speak. I’m sure your partner would appreciate prayers on his behalf from his Eminence.”