"Oh snap!" I cried out. My arm twisted further behind me locking me into submission. "Let up a little," I demanded.
"Do you think a THRUSH agent will agree to your demands," my capturer hissed. He is pressed tightly against my back reminding me that women are the weaker sex. I'd been overpowered many times in my years, but not by someone so determined to teach me a lesson. His firm fingers almost completely I circled my wrists and held me in a constrictor tight grip. I could feel his smug grin grow as I struggled against him. Up until this maneuver I'd been doing a good job of dodging a true capture but he got me by surprise. Determined not to let him completely win I shoot my foot backwards and nailed him. He dropped his hold as he fell to the ground.
I stood over my captor with a proud grin. "There," I gloated over the blond man groaning at my feet, "that will teach you not to hurt me."
Suddenly his foot shot out at me and knock my legs out from under me. I crumpled down next to him and he quickly rolled on top to pin me to the ground. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and his Russian accent washed over me, "Lesson number 10. Don't stay around to gloat."
I grinned and willingly conceded, "You win, Mr. Kuryakin."
"Thank you, Miss St. James," he whispered.
"Now, will you please get up!?" Mr. Kuryakin quickly jumped to his feet and then helped me to mine. "Thank you." He bowed silently and headed for the locker room. It became easy to see why this stubborn Russian had refused protection and opted for me instead. He could clearly take care of himself. Plus as the watchful Napoleon Solo followed him into the locker room, I could tell that he was never completely alone.
Janet, Mr. Waverly's pretty secretary, waited for me just off the mat. Her eyes were focused on the backs of the two male agents. I could understand why, but it still made me laugh. My guess was that she was more focused on Napoleon, something told me that a date with him could be more readily arranged. I stood just out of her view so that I could enjoy the sight just a tad longer before they disappeared. I even caught myself staring at the back of the blond hair. I wondered if he felt my gaze or if his timing was just that good, but he lifted his hand to scratch his head but then turned to look back in my direction. We quickly adverted our gaze so that we never really locked contact.
"You really got Illya's attention."
"Hmm?" Janet's giggle brought me out of my thoughtful state.
"You put up a good fight. It's been awhile since anyone proved to be a true challenge for Illya to fight." Janet stood over me thanks to her two inch heels, but it felt like she was proud to be next to me. "Anyway, I am to take you shopping for a new wardrobe."
I can say one thing for my dear UNCLE he works fast. He didn't waste time pairing me with his most knowledgeable hand-to-hand combat agent, but he didn't warn me how thorough Mr. Kuryakin's training would be. Now I am being whisked away to go shopping for a more posh wardrobe. Apparently, part of the deal with the job position, I am supposed to look like I belong with the house.