"You seem a little tense, Tovarisch," Napoleon commented, as he beckoned the diner waitress over to him. "What's up?"

Illya waited until Napoleon had ordered another coffee and for the waitress to walk away.

"I question the reason the contact chose this place in particular."

Napoleon looked out of the window at the town. Angelica, NY was a little, pretty town, with its old houses and tree lined streets. There was nothing about it which could possibly alarm anyone.

"We're only going to be here long enough to see what this operative wants. Then we can leave."

U.N.C.L.E. had received a message that a Thrush operative needed to make contact with Napoleon and had given a date, time, and address. Although such messages couldn't always be trusted, it often paid not to ignore them. With Illya as back-up, Napoleon had acceded to the request.

Illya was about to shrug away his concerns when the door to the diner opened and a woman stepped in.

"I knew I was right about to be worried," he practically snarled. "She was giving you a clue. Call me in a few hours when you've finished.

Napoleon turned to see what Illya was staring at. He smiled broadly as he watched Angelique gliding towards him.