Author's Note: Plenty of action in this chapter! I hope you enjoy it!
Part Three: "A New Friend, an Old Friend."
Rio de Janeiro was a busy airport. All around people from all over the world were rushing about. Brazilians, Americans, Europeans, and even some easterners. Looking outside there was a breathtaking view of the lovely beaches of Guanabara Bay. I could also see Sugar Loaf Mountain! I finally took my eyes off the lovely view and got back to business. I was to wait here for my contact and then together bring the files back to New York by a round-a-bout way. First, a flight to Mexico, then a flight to San Fransisco, then to New York. Hopefully that would shake off any pursuers and bring us safely back home. I sat down on one of the terminal benches and scanned the crowd. There didn't seem to be anybody following me from New York but I couldn't take any chances. Then I spotted him.
Definately THRUSH material. He was wearing a black, heavy suit which was unusual for a hot country unless he was a businessman. But the thing which really made him stand out were his very dark sunglasses. *Suit, dark sunglasses, and an emotionless face staring straight at you. Don't they know that their so conspicuous? Must be known for his muscle, not brains.* I looked at him and smiled. Oh, how he hated that! I smiled all the more! He was uncomfortable and shifted his feet. *Huh, he can stare at other people but can't stand to be stared at.*
I took my gaze off him and pretended to be studying the magazine in my hand. *Where is my contact?* Now, I was starting to get nervous. If there was one THRUSH agent, there were probably more and I couldn't see them. It was no surprise when the THRUSH agent approached me. He sat in the chair next to me.
"Miss, you have a very urgent phone call," he said in a very low voice, not looking at me but looked about the crowd.
"Oh, I hope it's my very favorite uncle," I replied cooly. Underneath, I was tense. My first assignment and I'm already worrying if I'll get another. *Mr. Contact, wherever you are, you better hurry.*
"No, I don't think it's you uncle." He smiled evily. "Maybe from a certain little bird."
"Hmmm, the only little bird that comes to mind is chicken."
He growled back an answer. "You just follow me before my friend," he nodded behind me, "decides to give you a very fatal injury."
I turned to where he had pointed. I mentally kicked myself. *How could I let this stupid THRUSH agent distract me while getting another behind me?* There was another agent behind me in a gray suit. I could see the bad end of a gun pointed right at me underneath his coat. I might have a chance and be able to duck before he fired and knock out the jerk next to me. The problem was that it was to crowded and I didn't want any innocent bystanders hurt or killed. I decided to play it his way.
"I guess I don't have a choice, though I'd rather speak to my uncle."
"Oh, I don't think your uncle will be talking for a long time, maybe never." He chuckled. I hoped he hadn't killed the contact and gotten the microdot. I picked up my travel bag and followed him out of the main terminal with his friend trailing close behind. We kept on walking until we went into a private hangar which was very, very empty. I was led into a small office. Inside was only a small desk bare of anything, a deskchair, and a chair in front of the desk. The only exits was the door we came in through, a window with the blinds shut, and a back door. *I got to get out of here.*
There was no chance though. They sat me down on the chair and tied me to it. Tightly if I might add.
They took my travel bag and started to search through it. Rather roughly, and the more they looked, the more they seemed to get impatient and upset. They started tearing my things apart. *How dare they! If I could just get my hands... At least those dopes didn't tie my feet together. If they could just get close enough...* I studied by enemies.
The guy with the sunglasses was very tall, maybe 6 foot 2. He was also very muscular but not very bright. Now, his companion was the one to watch. Though he was shorter, maybe an inch taller than me, his brown eyes were cold and emotionless. He was the one to watch for. After about a half an hour of tearing my things apart, they finally put their attention on me.
"All right, where is it." The guy in the sunglasses spoke angrily. His friend just watched me sullenly.
"I don't know a thing you're talking about." It was better to play dumb rather than give them an inkling that I knew what they were talking about.
Muscle guy heaved a disgusted sigh. "You know what I mean, the microdot."
"I'm really sorry to say this but I really don't know what you're talking about. I don't even like to have anything to do with THRUSH!" I knew I was on dangerous grounds but if I might get them riled up, they might make an opening for me.
The two looked at each other and then back at me. The shorter one finally spoke. "Well, you'd better know what I mean. We found your contact and he didn't have it on him. So he must have given it to you. So give it." I could hear the menace in his voice as he said, "Or we'll just have to take you to THRUSH central and get the information in a very... unpleasant way." He picked up his gun which he had put on the desk and came to stand right in front of me. He saw the look of terror in my eyes. "Don't worry. This is harmless. When you wake up you'll only have a minor headache. It will be the least of your problems." He aimed the gun at me.
Two things happened right then. I kicked both my legs to hit the sensitive part of his kneecaps. His feet crumpled beneath him and he fell. At the same time, someone rushed into the room from the back door and turned off the lights before anyone could figure it out. Because of the heavy blinds on the windows I couldn't see anything but I could still hear. I could hear a fight going on, probably between muscle guy and whoever he was who came in. *What about the short guy?* I felt around with my foot to feel if he was still on the ground. He wasn't. My eyes began to adjust to the dark. I was correct, two people were fighting. Muscle guy was much bigger than the other but my supposed rescuer was much more skilled. He was able to clip the guy on the chin and when the THRUSH agent leaned over, the smaller one knocked him out with a karate chop to the middle of his shoulderblades. But it wasn't over. The remaining THRUSH agent aimed his gun at my deliverer. Before he was able to shoot, I was able to give out a warning.
"Behind you!"
He whirled around and hit the agent's gun hand with a hard kick. The gun went flying and before the THRUSHie could recover, the attacker threw a hard punch to his stomach. He then knocked him out by bringing down his elbow hard on the back of the THRUSH's neck. The whole fight had taken only maybe half a minute. I was amazed at what I saw. I found my voice.
"Well, you certainly did a good job of disposing them! And may I ask on whose side are you on?"
The man went to the light switch and turned on the lights.
It couldn't be. It just couldn't be! But no, there was no mistaking the slight, blond Russian UNCLE agent.
"Illya?!"
He smiled the smile I remembered so clearly from our first, and disastrous encounter. He was wearing his usual black suit and tie and didn't seem one bit ruffled after the fight. "The one and only. Or should I say, Mr. Kuryakin?" His tone was teasing but I still blushed. This was not how I imagined it would be if I ever saw him again.
Embarrassed that he remembered how rude I was to him the last time we met, I covered it by snapping back. "I guess I might call you Illya if you'll please untie me." He took out a small knife from a hidden knife- holder in his sleeve. "Hey, is that sleeve knife-holder thing new?" I asked, curious because I've never seen it before.
"Yes it is. Sit still so I can cut these ropes."
As he started to cut through my bonds, I questioned him. "Are you my contact or were you just passing by? And if you were, where on earth were you, waiting for the grand finale? And come to think of it..."
"Will you please be quiet for one second and I'll answer your questions once we get on our flight." He finished cutting the bonds and helped me stand up. I felt my hands tingling, the blood rushing back to them. I rubbed my sore wrists together and I could already see that I had serious rope burns. Illya inspected my wrists. "I have some ointment you can put on later. Come on, we better hurry." I ignored him and went to the desk.
"Oh, my goodness, look at my stuff!" I hadn't really concentrated on what those goons had done to my things and when I looked now, they were in pieces. "At least my wallet is intact along with my passport and ID."
Illya was getting impatient. "Do you know what time our flight leaves?" "Yeah, at 4:30, so we got plenty of time..." I looked at my watch which was reading 4:05. "Ahem, maybe we don't. Let's get going." I pocketed my wallet, passport, and ID. We left my ruined things and ran to the main terminal to board our flight.
**********
We had been able to catch the flight, getting seats in first class. We were sitting side by side and soon after take off, Illya had taken out his laptop and started fooling around with it. For a few minutes we didn't talk but then I couldn't take the tense silence any longer.
"Mr. Kuryakin..."
"I thought you were going to call me Illya." Tap, tap, tap. He still continued to ignore me and kept doing whatever he was doing on his laptop.
"I said maybe." I sighed and guessed this was a good a chance as ever. "Illya..." He finally looked up at me. "Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you before when we first met. It was extremely childish of me. Worst of all, when I was trying to prove I was professional enough to handle the case, I was acting the exact opposite. And when you just didn't tell me..."
"Now it's my turn to apologize for not telling you who I was and for embarrasing you. I guess we're even."
I was so happy he responded that way. I said seriously, "Yeah, maybe. Just let's forget about it OK?"
"All right..."
"And tell me what in the world is going on."
Illya looked sheepish. "Sorry. Look what I have here on the computer." I leaned over so I could get a good look at the screen. "A few days ago, I was able to... break into a THRUSH satrap in London..."
"Just happened to break in?"
"Yes, don't interrupt. I was able to through their computer systems and steal their list of pretty high levelTHRUSH agents in London, along with addresses. I input all the information, here, into my laptop, get out, and contact New York."
"Then why were those THRUSH agents looking for a microdot, not a laptop?"
"Because in my communications to New York I gave misleading information saying it was on a microdot in case THRUSH was tapping our conversation. And they were." On his laptop he showed me the list of THRUSH personnel he had stolen. It was a list containing maybe 20 to 30 names.
"Wow, no wonder THRUSH is so eager to get their hands back on this." Something still didn't make quiet sense. "Illya, when those guys were talking to me, they said that they had captured my contact and he didn't have it on him. If you're the contact than how..."
"That was easy. I spotted the five agents as soon as I got off the plane so I was ready for them. They split up into two groups, one to catch me and the other to capture you. I let THRUSH try to chase me down all over the airport." His expression did not change but I could see a hint of humor in his eyes. "I knew you would be fine if you can talk back to an UNCLE superior."
I blushed. "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or as an insult. Anyway, you still haven't answered my question."
"I decided they were taking too much of my time so I decided to capture them. All three are probably in the hospital nursing a headache right now, but no matter. What matters is that I managed to persuade one of them to contact the other two and tell them that I was caught and searched in vain for the 'microdot'."
"You just happened to be able to persuade one of them." I made my tone sarcastic.
"It wasn't that hard, I had a gun," he said. I chuckled. I had realized how nice he was the first time we met but now that I was talking to him, I realized it even more. The rest of the flight was spent in a companiable silence.
**********
We landed in Mexico without a hitch and we boarded our next flight San Fransisco. Got there also without any trouble and got on a private UNCLE jet to New York.
As we settled down comfortably for our night flight to New York, I sighed deeply. "What's wrong?" my companion asked. Illya seemed very tired after a few days without sleep. I knew how he felt.
"I used to love flying in airplanes, going to wonderful places and loving the sense of being in the air. Now I hate it." He laughed quietly. He was not the type to burst out laughing but the type you can tell when he's laughing to himself.
I laid down on one of the couches in the private jet and yawned. "Good night, see you in the morning." The agent didn't answer. He was already asleep.
**********
Sitting heavily into my computer chair, I checked my mail. Getting home after being away for only 3 and a half days, stopping at 4 places was tiring. I could sleep for a week if only there was no work tomorrow. I rubbed my eyes. *So this is how much work it is to be an enforcement agent.* But this trip did not discourage me, it made me more determined to do my work well.
As the Internet connected and I checked my normal mail, I clicked on INTERNET and proceeded to check up my chat mail. *Yep, mail from Areht!* I opened it.
Dear NewYorkGirl, Sorry, I'll be gone again for a while. Business trip. I just wanted to say that I've really enjoyed your letters and I'm starting to think of you as one of my friends. I'm a type of a loner and I don't have many, friends that is. I might be back in eight days. Till then. Areht
P.S. Do you want to meet?
*Meet? MEET?!* That word set me off. *Meet me?* I didn't know if I what to be excited, happy, pleased... or scared. I had to think about this. Already though, I had made up my mind that I wanted to meet Areht
**********
"Patrick, stop pestering me."
"So your telling me that you've forgiven him and your gonna be friends. Huh, huh?"
"Yes, I've forgiven him, and no, we're not being friends, just acquaintences." I snapped. Getting up was so difficult that morning so I had skipped my morning jog today. I was also a little late for work so I was little grumpy when I got to headquarters. In the office along with me was Patrick, April, and her partner, Mark Slate. We were all having some coffee.
"That's good. You know he's not such a bad guy once you get to know him. He was one of the first people to help me fit in here in New York when I was stationed here." Mark was British and was stationed here in New York only a few years ago. In that few years he had risen in the section two department and had become partners with April. He had sandy brown hair cut short and was maybe about 6 foot tall. He was not big as Napoleon Solo, yet not as slim as Illya. He was inbetween and athletic.
"That's because you didn't have such a rocky start with him as I did."
"Yeah, you're right about that. My first encoutner wasn't that explosive." Besides Illya and probably Napoleon, the only ones who knew about that situation were the people in this room. I meant to keep it that way.
"Illya is a really nice guy, not to mention handsome," April remarked.
I wanted to change the subject, fast. "Oh, did you know that I might be able to meet my mystery friend Areht?" That certainly stopped them. They were all looking at me, shocked.
"Are you serious?! That's terrific!" April was the first one to recover, the others just shortly behind. "So when, where, how?" "Yeah, so tell us all the details!"
"I didn't say it was set, I said maybe." I was flattered by all the attention I was getting. It was nice having good friends. I told them about the e-mail I had received the night before.
"Well hurry up and write him and get an answer and tell the minute you get a reply," April said as Mark and she got up to leave, them being in the office for so long.
"Promise, the minute he replys." They left the office to Patrick and me. After a few more minutes, Patrick left for the UNCLE lab. Patrick had recently been going to the UNCLE lab to help with Research and Development department, where UNCLE gadgets are made. I also made my way to the gym to make up for my morning jog.
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Part Three: "A New Friend, an Old Friend."
Rio de Janeiro was a busy airport. All around people from all over the world were rushing about. Brazilians, Americans, Europeans, and even some easterners. Looking outside there was a breathtaking view of the lovely beaches of Guanabara Bay. I could also see Sugar Loaf Mountain! I finally took my eyes off the lovely view and got back to business. I was to wait here for my contact and then together bring the files back to New York by a round-a-bout way. First, a flight to Mexico, then a flight to San Fransisco, then to New York. Hopefully that would shake off any pursuers and bring us safely back home. I sat down on one of the terminal benches and scanned the crowd. There didn't seem to be anybody following me from New York but I couldn't take any chances. Then I spotted him.
Definately THRUSH material. He was wearing a black, heavy suit which was unusual for a hot country unless he was a businessman. But the thing which really made him stand out were his very dark sunglasses. *Suit, dark sunglasses, and an emotionless face staring straight at you. Don't they know that their so conspicuous? Must be known for his muscle, not brains.* I looked at him and smiled. Oh, how he hated that! I smiled all the more! He was uncomfortable and shifted his feet. *Huh, he can stare at other people but can't stand to be stared at.*
I took my gaze off him and pretended to be studying the magazine in my hand. *Where is my contact?* Now, I was starting to get nervous. If there was one THRUSH agent, there were probably more and I couldn't see them. It was no surprise when the THRUSH agent approached me. He sat in the chair next to me.
"Miss, you have a very urgent phone call," he said in a very low voice, not looking at me but looked about the crowd.
"Oh, I hope it's my very favorite uncle," I replied cooly. Underneath, I was tense. My first assignment and I'm already worrying if I'll get another. *Mr. Contact, wherever you are, you better hurry.*
"No, I don't think it's you uncle." He smiled evily. "Maybe from a certain little bird."
"Hmmm, the only little bird that comes to mind is chicken."
He growled back an answer. "You just follow me before my friend," he nodded behind me, "decides to give you a very fatal injury."
I turned to where he had pointed. I mentally kicked myself. *How could I let this stupid THRUSH agent distract me while getting another behind me?* There was another agent behind me in a gray suit. I could see the bad end of a gun pointed right at me underneath his coat. I might have a chance and be able to duck before he fired and knock out the jerk next to me. The problem was that it was to crowded and I didn't want any innocent bystanders hurt or killed. I decided to play it his way.
"I guess I don't have a choice, though I'd rather speak to my uncle."
"Oh, I don't think your uncle will be talking for a long time, maybe never." He chuckled. I hoped he hadn't killed the contact and gotten the microdot. I picked up my travel bag and followed him out of the main terminal with his friend trailing close behind. We kept on walking until we went into a private hangar which was very, very empty. I was led into a small office. Inside was only a small desk bare of anything, a deskchair, and a chair in front of the desk. The only exits was the door we came in through, a window with the blinds shut, and a back door. *I got to get out of here.*
There was no chance though. They sat me down on the chair and tied me to it. Tightly if I might add.
They took my travel bag and started to search through it. Rather roughly, and the more they looked, the more they seemed to get impatient and upset. They started tearing my things apart. *How dare they! If I could just get my hands... At least those dopes didn't tie my feet together. If they could just get close enough...* I studied by enemies.
The guy with the sunglasses was very tall, maybe 6 foot 2. He was also very muscular but not very bright. Now, his companion was the one to watch. Though he was shorter, maybe an inch taller than me, his brown eyes were cold and emotionless. He was the one to watch for. After about a half an hour of tearing my things apart, they finally put their attention on me.
"All right, where is it." The guy in the sunglasses spoke angrily. His friend just watched me sullenly.
"I don't know a thing you're talking about." It was better to play dumb rather than give them an inkling that I knew what they were talking about.
Muscle guy heaved a disgusted sigh. "You know what I mean, the microdot."
"I'm really sorry to say this but I really don't know what you're talking about. I don't even like to have anything to do with THRUSH!" I knew I was on dangerous grounds but if I might get them riled up, they might make an opening for me.
The two looked at each other and then back at me. The shorter one finally spoke. "Well, you'd better know what I mean. We found your contact and he didn't have it on him. So he must have given it to you. So give it." I could hear the menace in his voice as he said, "Or we'll just have to take you to THRUSH central and get the information in a very... unpleasant way." He picked up his gun which he had put on the desk and came to stand right in front of me. He saw the look of terror in my eyes. "Don't worry. This is harmless. When you wake up you'll only have a minor headache. It will be the least of your problems." He aimed the gun at me.
Two things happened right then. I kicked both my legs to hit the sensitive part of his kneecaps. His feet crumpled beneath him and he fell. At the same time, someone rushed into the room from the back door and turned off the lights before anyone could figure it out. Because of the heavy blinds on the windows I couldn't see anything but I could still hear. I could hear a fight going on, probably between muscle guy and whoever he was who came in. *What about the short guy?* I felt around with my foot to feel if he was still on the ground. He wasn't. My eyes began to adjust to the dark. I was correct, two people were fighting. Muscle guy was much bigger than the other but my supposed rescuer was much more skilled. He was able to clip the guy on the chin and when the THRUSH agent leaned over, the smaller one knocked him out with a karate chop to the middle of his shoulderblades. But it wasn't over. The remaining THRUSH agent aimed his gun at my deliverer. Before he was able to shoot, I was able to give out a warning.
"Behind you!"
He whirled around and hit the agent's gun hand with a hard kick. The gun went flying and before the THRUSHie could recover, the attacker threw a hard punch to his stomach. He then knocked him out by bringing down his elbow hard on the back of the THRUSH's neck. The whole fight had taken only maybe half a minute. I was amazed at what I saw. I found my voice.
"Well, you certainly did a good job of disposing them! And may I ask on whose side are you on?"
The man went to the light switch and turned on the lights.
It couldn't be. It just couldn't be! But no, there was no mistaking the slight, blond Russian UNCLE agent.
"Illya?!"
He smiled the smile I remembered so clearly from our first, and disastrous encounter. He was wearing his usual black suit and tie and didn't seem one bit ruffled after the fight. "The one and only. Or should I say, Mr. Kuryakin?" His tone was teasing but I still blushed. This was not how I imagined it would be if I ever saw him again.
Embarrassed that he remembered how rude I was to him the last time we met, I covered it by snapping back. "I guess I might call you Illya if you'll please untie me." He took out a small knife from a hidden knife- holder in his sleeve. "Hey, is that sleeve knife-holder thing new?" I asked, curious because I've never seen it before.
"Yes it is. Sit still so I can cut these ropes."
As he started to cut through my bonds, I questioned him. "Are you my contact or were you just passing by? And if you were, where on earth were you, waiting for the grand finale? And come to think of it..."
"Will you please be quiet for one second and I'll answer your questions once we get on our flight." He finished cutting the bonds and helped me stand up. I felt my hands tingling, the blood rushing back to them. I rubbed my sore wrists together and I could already see that I had serious rope burns. Illya inspected my wrists. "I have some ointment you can put on later. Come on, we better hurry." I ignored him and went to the desk.
"Oh, my goodness, look at my stuff!" I hadn't really concentrated on what those goons had done to my things and when I looked now, they were in pieces. "At least my wallet is intact along with my passport and ID."
Illya was getting impatient. "Do you know what time our flight leaves?" "Yeah, at 4:30, so we got plenty of time..." I looked at my watch which was reading 4:05. "Ahem, maybe we don't. Let's get going." I pocketed my wallet, passport, and ID. We left my ruined things and ran to the main terminal to board our flight.
**********
We had been able to catch the flight, getting seats in first class. We were sitting side by side and soon after take off, Illya had taken out his laptop and started fooling around with it. For a few minutes we didn't talk but then I couldn't take the tense silence any longer.
"Mr. Kuryakin..."
"I thought you were going to call me Illya." Tap, tap, tap. He still continued to ignore me and kept doing whatever he was doing on his laptop.
"I said maybe." I sighed and guessed this was a good a chance as ever. "Illya..." He finally looked up at me. "Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you before when we first met. It was extremely childish of me. Worst of all, when I was trying to prove I was professional enough to handle the case, I was acting the exact opposite. And when you just didn't tell me..."
"Now it's my turn to apologize for not telling you who I was and for embarrasing you. I guess we're even."
I was so happy he responded that way. I said seriously, "Yeah, maybe. Just let's forget about it OK?"
"All right..."
"And tell me what in the world is going on."
Illya looked sheepish. "Sorry. Look what I have here on the computer." I leaned over so I could get a good look at the screen. "A few days ago, I was able to... break into a THRUSH satrap in London..."
"Just happened to break in?"
"Yes, don't interrupt. I was able to through their computer systems and steal their list of pretty high levelTHRUSH agents in London, along with addresses. I input all the information, here, into my laptop, get out, and contact New York."
"Then why were those THRUSH agents looking for a microdot, not a laptop?"
"Because in my communications to New York I gave misleading information saying it was on a microdot in case THRUSH was tapping our conversation. And they were." On his laptop he showed me the list of THRUSH personnel he had stolen. It was a list containing maybe 20 to 30 names.
"Wow, no wonder THRUSH is so eager to get their hands back on this." Something still didn't make quiet sense. "Illya, when those guys were talking to me, they said that they had captured my contact and he didn't have it on him. If you're the contact than how..."
"That was easy. I spotted the five agents as soon as I got off the plane so I was ready for them. They split up into two groups, one to catch me and the other to capture you. I let THRUSH try to chase me down all over the airport." His expression did not change but I could see a hint of humor in his eyes. "I knew you would be fine if you can talk back to an UNCLE superior."
I blushed. "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or as an insult. Anyway, you still haven't answered my question."
"I decided they were taking too much of my time so I decided to capture them. All three are probably in the hospital nursing a headache right now, but no matter. What matters is that I managed to persuade one of them to contact the other two and tell them that I was caught and searched in vain for the 'microdot'."
"You just happened to be able to persuade one of them." I made my tone sarcastic.
"It wasn't that hard, I had a gun," he said. I chuckled. I had realized how nice he was the first time we met but now that I was talking to him, I realized it even more. The rest of the flight was spent in a companiable silence.
**********
We landed in Mexico without a hitch and we boarded our next flight San Fransisco. Got there also without any trouble and got on a private UNCLE jet to New York.
As we settled down comfortably for our night flight to New York, I sighed deeply. "What's wrong?" my companion asked. Illya seemed very tired after a few days without sleep. I knew how he felt.
"I used to love flying in airplanes, going to wonderful places and loving the sense of being in the air. Now I hate it." He laughed quietly. He was not the type to burst out laughing but the type you can tell when he's laughing to himself.
I laid down on one of the couches in the private jet and yawned. "Good night, see you in the morning." The agent didn't answer. He was already asleep.
**********
Sitting heavily into my computer chair, I checked my mail. Getting home after being away for only 3 and a half days, stopping at 4 places was tiring. I could sleep for a week if only there was no work tomorrow. I rubbed my eyes. *So this is how much work it is to be an enforcement agent.* But this trip did not discourage me, it made me more determined to do my work well.
As the Internet connected and I checked my normal mail, I clicked on INTERNET and proceeded to check up my chat mail. *Yep, mail from Areht!* I opened it.
Dear NewYorkGirl, Sorry, I'll be gone again for a while. Business trip. I just wanted to say that I've really enjoyed your letters and I'm starting to think of you as one of my friends. I'm a type of a loner and I don't have many, friends that is. I might be back in eight days. Till then. Areht
P.S. Do you want to meet?
*Meet? MEET?!* That word set me off. *Meet me?* I didn't know if I what to be excited, happy, pleased... or scared. I had to think about this. Already though, I had made up my mind that I wanted to meet Areht
**********
"Patrick, stop pestering me."
"So your telling me that you've forgiven him and your gonna be friends. Huh, huh?"
"Yes, I've forgiven him, and no, we're not being friends, just acquaintences." I snapped. Getting up was so difficult that morning so I had skipped my morning jog today. I was also a little late for work so I was little grumpy when I got to headquarters. In the office along with me was Patrick, April, and her partner, Mark Slate. We were all having some coffee.
"That's good. You know he's not such a bad guy once you get to know him. He was one of the first people to help me fit in here in New York when I was stationed here." Mark was British and was stationed here in New York only a few years ago. In that few years he had risen in the section two department and had become partners with April. He had sandy brown hair cut short and was maybe about 6 foot tall. He was not big as Napoleon Solo, yet not as slim as Illya. He was inbetween and athletic.
"That's because you didn't have such a rocky start with him as I did."
"Yeah, you're right about that. My first encoutner wasn't that explosive." Besides Illya and probably Napoleon, the only ones who knew about that situation were the people in this room. I meant to keep it that way.
"Illya is a really nice guy, not to mention handsome," April remarked.
I wanted to change the subject, fast. "Oh, did you know that I might be able to meet my mystery friend Areht?" That certainly stopped them. They were all looking at me, shocked.
"Are you serious?! That's terrific!" April was the first one to recover, the others just shortly behind. "So when, where, how?" "Yeah, so tell us all the details!"
"I didn't say it was set, I said maybe." I was flattered by all the attention I was getting. It was nice having good friends. I told them about the e-mail I had received the night before.
"Well hurry up and write him and get an answer and tell the minute you get a reply," April said as Mark and she got up to leave, them being in the office for so long.
"Promise, the minute he replys." They left the office to Patrick and me. After a few more minutes, Patrick left for the UNCLE lab. Patrick had recently been going to the UNCLE lab to help with Research and Development department, where UNCLE gadgets are made. I also made my way to the gym to make up for my morning jog.
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