20Napoleon Solo was riding in the elevator with his new partner, Illya Kuryakin up to their boss's office on the top floor of the U.N.C.L.E headquarters in New York City, New York. Mr. Waverly had called for them so they were going, Napoleon looked at Illya out of the corner of his eye, he had only been partners with the Russian for two months and he wasn't quite sure just how he felt about him. Illya was a good agent, a very good agent, and in regards to work they did well together, but other than that there was nothing between them, not that Napoleon hadn't tried to become friends with his partner. He had tried to double date with him which had ended with Illya's date leaving the restaurant crying, he had gone out drinking with him but the Russian had ended up drinking his cocktails in silence, he had tried to strike up conversation with him multiple times but got no where. After a few attempts it became kind of a game and he would periodically wine him and dine him like one of his best dates to try to get him to open up about anything, but still nothing. Though Napoleon did sense that perhaps Illya disapproved of him, the way he conducted himself, going from woman to woman and living a free bachelor life. He was starting to think of Illya as a cold, stiff man whose mind was on physics and the laws of the universe all the time.
"Is there something wrong?" Illya asked, breaking the silence.
"Hm? No, why?" Napoleon asked as the elevator doors opened and they stepped out.
"You were studying me," Illya said.
"Not really, just thinking," Napoleon covered, he smiled. The smile that could make women and men both do his bidding most of the time, though it had no effect on Illya.
"I see," Illya replied, not believing a word his partner said.
They walked into Mr. Waverly's office to find the man in question standing, looking out the window with his hands behind his back, upon hearing them enter he turned. "Mr. Solo, Mr. Kuryakin, I am glad to see you are not tardy. Please, have a seat," he said.
They pulled out chairs with one between them being empty and sat down to hear what their boss had to say. Illya placed his hands on the table, folding them together, Napoleon crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair a little.
"Gentlemen, I trust you have rested up from your last mission?" Mr. Waverly asked, looking at them.
"Quite well," Illya said.
"Good. You will need all your energy to battle with THURSH once more, this time in Singapore. We have good information that THURSH is working on a top secret project in the city of Choa Chu Kang on Pulou Ujong, which as you may know is the main island of Singapore," Mr. Waverly said.
"Yes, Singapore is a very interesting place," Illya said, musing.
"Indeed it is, Mr. Kuryakin, a young nation/state only two years on its own two legs," Mr. Waverly said.
"The perfect place for THURSH to set up shop, trying to infiltrate a new goverment. Do we have any idea what our bad boys are up to?" Napoleon asked.
"Unfortunately, no. That is why you two are being sent there, that and to try to put a stop to whatever it is," Mr. Waverly said.
"An easy mission for once," Napoleon joked.
"I admire that you can find humor in this situation, Mr. Solo. To end this little meeting I have only to tell you that channel D will give you your plane tickets and hotel reservations. God speed, gentlemen," Mr. Waverly said.
"Thank you, sir," Illya said.
They then got up and went to see the girls of channel D, receiving the things Mr. Waverly told them they would, they were also informed that they would be leaving at nine o' clock the next morning. Illya had plans of going home after work to a relaxing night of staying in while Napoleon made a date with Wendy, a curvy blonde who was new with U.N.C.L.E. Illya shot Napoleon a look as he made the three girls present laugh, he walked out. Napoleon sighed looking after him, but only for a moment before turning his attention back to the women around him.