Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Category: gen

Rating: G

Word Count: 157

 

 

 

Prague. Baroque City. City of a Thousand Spires. Golden City. Majesty. History.

There wasn’t much gold or majesty in this hotel room, with the curtains drawn to keep out the casual and the curious, the door locked even against the maid. Tied to the monitoring devices painstakingly planted in the rooms above, there is no time for traipsing through Old Town Square, or a stroll across the Charles Bridge at midnight, when it is strange and silent after a bustling day of painters, peddlers and palavering people.

Duty anchors me here, in the shaded splendor of this old room with the sunlight gnawing along the edge of the drapes. I don’t mind missing the sights. Good work is being done here. The things I learn will help UNCLE stay on top of THRUSH’s next megalomaniacal affair.

Eavesdropping is hungry work. Where is Napoleon with our lunch? He’ll probably come back with a date but without any cmunda.