The Neptune Affair

Drabble #1 - Illya

Kuryakin stared at nothing while contemplating the consequences of the destroyed wheat fields.

His recall to the Soviet Navy and the KGB. Back to being a puppet to both, but much more disturbing, back to assassinating those whose crimes certainly did not warrant their deaths, or even imprisonment.

Starvation of thousands of people. Back to hunger because he'd give his rations to children; they wouldn't suffer empty bellies as he did.

War for reasons yet undiscovered. Back to destruction and the senseless deaths of innocents wanting only peaceful, fulfilling lives.

He must convince his comrades to give U.N.C.L.E. more time. But how?

Dribble #2 - Napoleon

His partner's agitation and weariness worried him more than having three days to find the culprits. "Illya, are you all right?"

"How can I be, Napoleon? Our peoples are deeply mistrustful of each other. They are losing patience quickly." Illya rubbed his forehead in frustration again.

Napoleon knew how important this mission was on a global scale. Now it had a personal component. Illya's Russian soul was aching for his countrymen and because of that, so was his.

"Illya, we helped stop the Cuban Missile Crisis, we can stop this. The premier has faith in you. And you have my word the fungus will not reach Orbesk."

Illya's trusting gaze reminded Napoleon that people on opposite sides could become fast friends, even brothers.