The Man From U.N.C.L.E: Foul Play

Chapter 18

Napoleon's Pov
I looked in the mirror. I inspected my bare back and then my shoulder. It was cut pretty bad, I had to admit and the two black eyes on my face didn't help. I sat down on the bed and saw a bottle of some kind of alcohol on the nightstand. I took the bottle and the glass beside it and poured a glass. I took a sip. I then heard a knock on the door.
"Come on in!" I exclaimed.
The door opened and Shannon walked in with a plate of food.
"Food," I said. I took the plate from her and ate the first thing I touched.
"You're welcome," Shannon said.
"Thank you," I replied with my mouth full.
"Well," Shannon said, "goodnight."
"You can stay," I replied, "keep me company."
She nodded, turned the light on and sat down beside me.
"Are you sure you want to join us?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Well you're young," I said, "don't you want to go to school?"
"I've already graduated," she replied, "and my mother doesn't want me to go to college."
"Well don't you want to find someone and get married to them?" I asked.
"Do you not want me to be with you guys?" Shannon asked.
"I do," I said, "I'm just trying to show you what you could miss out on and if you want to do it."
"I've thought about it," she said, "and you guys are like my friends now. My family...I don't have anywhere else to go now that my father is dead."
A tear raced down her cheek.
"What about your mother?" I asked.
"She's terrible," I said, "and sick. She's been in the hospital for a while...that's why I was in Ireland with my father."
"If you really want the job," I said, "I've already discussed it with Alexander and he thinks you'll be a good asset. You can start whenever or when our next mission is."
Shannon nodded.
She stood up and walked towards the door. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up.
"Shannon wait," I said.
"What?" She asked.
I walked towards her and looked down at her. I had to make this decision quick for whether I should kiss her or not. I didn't know what to do. It could either go to ways: 1.) She would keep kissing me. 2.) She would freak out or hit make.
Then as if she had read my mind she said, "Do you need some help?"
"Huh?" I asked. "Oh nothing. It's nothing.
"Alight," she said.
"Well-" I stopped talking.
"The medic said you needed to rest," she said, "goodnight Napoleon."

She opened the door and walked out of the room. I closed the door and leaned my forehead on it and just smiled.
"This is a really great job," I said.
It really was a great job.