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crack_van2012-05-28 06:21 pm
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Waverly's Day by Linda Cornett (G)
Fandom: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Solo & Kuryakin (Gen)
Length: ~ 7,500 words (48K)
Author on LJ:
lcorn
Author Website: Innocent Eyes and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Fan Fiction Archive
Why this must be read:
Mr. Waverly is in his office, drowning in paperwork and staff meetings. As he tries to get rid of some of the items cluttering his desk, he keeps getting interrupted by calls, such as the one from Solo stating that the mission failed. Other agents are also calling in for instructions and advice. Waverly handles it all while he steadily attempts to empty his in-box.
This a treat.
"Who do I have to kill?" Moss asked.
"I expect you have only to make her the offer," Waverly said. "The young lady is currently employed in her father's business, The Tobacco Shop. It is at 2439 East 76th St." He glanced at his pocket watch. "I believe she would be there now as a matter of fact."
Moss turned a determined face toward the door.
"Miss Moss." Waverly held up the empty humidor. "I assume you will want to look the young woman over before offering her a job? This might be a good cover. Isle of Dogs, number 22, if you wouldn't mind."
Moss gave him a suspicious glance, but walked out with the humidor under her arm. Waverly's sigh of satisfaction was interrupted by the communicator. It was Davis, sounding worried.
Waverly's Day
Pairing: Solo & Kuryakin (Gen)
Length: ~ 7,500 words (48K)
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Innocent Eyes and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Fan Fiction Archive
Why this must be read:
Mr. Waverly is in his office, drowning in paperwork and staff meetings. As he tries to get rid of some of the items cluttering his desk, he keeps getting interrupted by calls, such as the one from Solo stating that the mission failed. Other agents are also calling in for instructions and advice. Waverly handles it all while he steadily attempts to empty his in-box.
This a treat.
"Who do I have to kill?" Moss asked.
"I expect you have only to make her the offer," Waverly said. "The young lady is currently employed in her father's business, The Tobacco Shop. It is at 2439 East 76th St." He glanced at his pocket watch. "I believe she would be there now as a matter of fact."
Moss turned a determined face toward the door.
"Miss Moss." Waverly held up the empty humidor. "I assume you will want to look the young woman over before offering her a job? This might be a good cover. Isle of Dogs, number 22, if you wouldn't mind."
Moss gave him a suspicious glance, but walked out with the humidor under her arm. Waverly's sigh of satisfaction was interrupted by the communicator. It was Davis, sounding worried.
Waverly's Day

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