One Shots/Episodes

The Tuga and the Fritz

"This idea is stupid." Illya complained.

 They were standing outside a bar in southern Germany in the middle of winter. The young American turned to the KGB agent and said,

"Are you too cold?"

"I am Russian, I was raised in the cold." Illya replied angrily and almost proudly.

"Then what are you complaining about?" Napoleon asked, fixing his jacket about him.

"This whole plan of you going and talking to this girl. Do you just expect her to tell you what you want to know?" Illya asked.

 Napoleon turned around and looked at his partner. His Russian accent was particularly annoying today and it was more irritating to him than the question itself.

"You obviously don't understand women." Solo said. "I'll figure out what I need to know alright? Just stand watch."

 Illya wanted to throw the American through the front door of the bar but held himself in check as he set his jaw. Solo grinned and said,

"Good. I'll be back." 

 He then slipped through the front door and brushed the snow from his hair, taking in the heavy scent  of alcohol that washed over him. He looked around the room casually as he strolled up to the bar tender. He ordered his drink the glanced about him as the bar tender handed him his drink. The room was full of burly men in weather tainted jackets and hats of all kinds, they were all hunched over their drinks or card games. A group of them was acting like they were having a good time, laughing and drinking. But despite all of this, Solo still did not see the the Portuguese President's daughter.

 It was then that he noticed a small figure sitting at the table next to the window.

"Bingo." Solo said to himself as he took a sip of beer.

 He walked slowly over to the table and watched the figure until it turned to reveal the face of a young woman with deep brown eyes and dark hair. She looked up at him as he came close and she asked,

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, in fact, you can." Solo said, seating himself across from her.

 She became agitated and outwardly on guard so Solo continued calmly,

"Listen, I'm going to cut to the chase before either of us makes a scene. I know who you are." at this she made a movement to stand but Solo put his hand on hers saying, "But there is no reason to be afraid of me. I'm an American, my name is Napoleon Solo."

 The woman grinned and said,

"That is a ridiculous name." 

 Solo paused and had to look at her with a squint, utterly confused for a moment before adding,

"I was sent here with my partner to retrieve you for your father and to take you to a safe house."

"If you work for my father then you would know that his soldiers are corrupt. They wish to assassinate my father and remove our family from any political titles." The woman retorted quickly, anger seeming to grip every last word she said.

"I know this." Solo replied in a softer voice, "As does the CIA, that is why i was sent in with my partner, They trust us to take care of you."

"With as lovely as that sounds Mr. Napoleon, I'm afraid that unless you have more proof than your word, I am going to have yo leave." the woman stood up and Solo followed saying,

"I have a letter from your father to you." The girl paused and looked at him hard, "Many letters in fact." Solo pulled out a leather folder from under his jacket and handed it to her. "I trust you'll recognize his handwriting."