The Dove Affair

"So how is this recuperation going, tovarishch?"

"I am fine, except for the embarrassment of being waylaid by a four-inch-long, infected vestigial organ."

"Appendicitis happens to the best of us. I missed you on this last mission."

"Naturally. I am an asset to any mission."

"Humble pie is apparently off the menu, I see."

Illya snorted. "Successful?"

"Somehow I muddled through without you. Satine, my contact, was formidable, with a hidden agenda. We both … won."

"This Satine is not an enemy then?"

"No. In fact, we worked very well together. I'm thinking U.N.C.L.E. should recruit him. He'd be an excellent partner – especially since he lacks an inflated ego."

Napoleon chuckled at the eye roll.

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