Chapter 1
by Debbie.

Captain Napoleon Solo walked through the halls of the great, but dark and dingy, hall of the castle he and his superiors and peers inhabited. It was 1975 and THRUSH had arisen after the Second World War, taking control of  vast parts of Asia and most of Europe as well as Canada, South America, and most of the USA. The world was in ruins, but Thrush controlled its
subjects carefully and it's officers even more so. Napoleon had virtually  been raised by THRUSH, having been taken in after his parents died. Now he  wondered why he had been called to the area's commander.

At the doors he knocked sharply, ignoring the guards, and after being given  permission to enter he did as he was bid. Standing in front of a huge  mahogany desk, he waited for his assignment. while THRUSH was run in an  almost military fashion, it wasn't quite that bad and he considered it a  good thing that they had done away with the traditional salute.

The man in front of him had dark salt-and-pepper colored hair but was  otherwise clean-shaven with a stern face. He was dressed simply in slacks  and a shirt and in front of him where a pile of folders.

"Sit Captain, sit" he requested and pushed the folder in Napoleon's  direction Napoleon looked at it, seeing the face of a young, blond man.

"Sir?" he asked.

"Captain, as you know, Thrush does it's best for this world and it's  people. " the commander paused, as if waiting for confirmation

"Yes Sir" Napoleon nodded, thinking how bad his life could have been in  Thrush hadn't helped him. And he'd seen Thrush do a lot of good, they tried  to get food to everyone, and he'd been told that almost everybody was  employed, though he hadn't actually seen the factories for himself.
 

"Well, it appears that some of the good citizens of the US do not agree  with us. There have been minor acts of arson, uprisings and general  sabotage in two of our headquarters, most notably in New York. We have  traced the activities to one man, a Russian by the name of Kuryakin. All we  have is the photo, his name which is possibly an alias, and a bar where he
hangs out regularly. We think one of his associates goes by the name of  Waverly, but that is all we know. They are behind all these attacks, and  while they never actually harmed Thrush overall, it is only a matter of  time. We want you to gain their confidence and find out if this splinter  group has more members, if so who and what they are planning. When we  signal you, we want you to bring them in for questioning. All other details  you can arrange with my secretary. Any questions?" he asked.

"No Sir" Napoleon said, picking up the meager folder.

"Dismissed"
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