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The Hobsons Choice Affair Chapter 35
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"They were greeted at the doorway of the undercover garage entrance
by Waverly and an entourage of agents and medics. Grosvenor raised
his chin and stared into Waverly's eyes. With a nod one of the
medics and the agents lead him away. Mr. Waverly looked at his
agents. "You all will go with the doctors for an examination."
Illya started to reply but the older man pinned him with a
glance. "You have a question Mr.Kuryakin?" "Uh, no sir." He
answered quickly as he allowed himself to be escorted to medical.
Napoleon raised his eyebrows so April whispered to him. "Illya
hates doctors with a passion, he has been known to skip going if he
wasn't bleeding or knocked out." Solo grinned. "I see. Why so
meekly this time?" Mark chuckled. "Mr. Waverly didn't give him a
chance and he didn't want to make a scene in front of you."
Napoleon smiled warmly. "Oh!"
Two hours later they were sitting in Mr. Waverly's
office. "The doctors have finished interviewing Mr. Grosvenor.
This is a nasty bit of business." The older man said. "What made
the gov go bad?" The slight Englishman asked. "Oh Mark! His wife
was killed!" April said curtly. "Hm. yes." Mr. Waverly said. "He
was the one to shoot her."
"WHAT!" All four people said. Waverly sighed. "This was all a
cover up to keep the fact that Grosvenor and Edwards were lovers.
Thrush found out and obtained proof. They told Grosvenor wife and
she threatened to tell U.N.C.L.E." Napoleon swallowed. "She told
him to stop the affair and he used the situation to his advantage.
He saw what was happening and shot her himself and then blamed
Thrush." "Yes, there is more he started this because he was in
love with Ryan and Mr. Edwards had an infatuation with Mr.
Kuryakin. Mr. Grosvenor was jealous." Illya snorted. "That is
insane; I never did nor would want to do anything that would
indicate I was interested in Mr. Edwards." Waverly raised his
eyebrows. "Ryan was interested in you and he made no bones about it
to Grosvenor. That was what made him angry at you and when his wife
confronted him he realized that he was going to loose everything.
That is when he decided to take out his wife and all opposition that
might have witnessed the murder of his wife. Mr. Edwards was a
double agent and Angelique was his contact." Waverly pinned his
three agents with a glare. "Messy indeed. I want your reports on
my desk by the end of the day. Mr. Solo would you mind staying for
a few more minutes?' He asked. "No sir, not at all." The other
man said. The three agents stood as they left the room Illya
glanced at Napoleon worriedly, Mark and April almost pushed him from
the office.
"Mr. Solo I would like to thank you for your help in this matter,
you have been a remarkable addition to a well trained group. You
are a resourceful young man and show great promise; would you be
interested in learning more about U.N.C.L.E.?" Brown eyes met
his. "I admit I am intrigued but I would to need more information
before I decide anything." The older man smiled. "Fine I will have
someone contact you soon. I again want to thank you for your help in
this matter." The older man offered his hand and the younger man
shook it, the sliding door opened and a beautiful lady escorted him
out of the building.
Illya had been held up with reports and was actually moving
slower than usual do to all the mishaps in the last few days. He
was about to place his report on the secretaries desk when his name
was called to Mr. Waverly's office. With a soft sigh he picked it
up and headed for the elevator. He entered the office and handed
the report to his official. "Thank you Mr. Kuryakin; this is not
why I called you in here. What is your impression of Mr. Solo?"
Waverly watched his face intently. "He was resourceful, though not
as skilled as a trained agent he handled himself well. A bit too
quick to jump into things and would not do as told." Illya said a
disgusted look on his face. "Would you be willing to work with him
again if he were properly trained?" Blue eyes locked with his
stunned then a faint smile. "Yes I would work with him but I doubt
if he would be interested in giving up his playboy image." Waverly
harrumphed. "Well find out. He left his address and an invitation
to dinner for you." He said as he handed him a card.
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