Fortune Cookie Affair Part 6

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

They let Mr Waverly know what was happening and headed back to the restaurant to confront their waiter. The way Napoleon saw it, in a world of infinite wonder, the chances of a THRUSH exchange just happening to take place in a restaurant with two UNCLE agents, and being accidentally given to one of them were practically zilch.

They found the waiter – a kid named Jie – sweeping up the broken glass. He broke down immediately.

“My cousin works for some bad people, but he wants out. They made him smuggle papers into America, and then pass them on discreetly. He talked to me, and I said that we could get you involved. You are government spies, aren't you? I hear you talking, and you often come in here hurt.” He glanced at the bruises on Illya's face.

Napoleon looked at his partner too, exchanging a wry look. For the sake of their continued employment it would probably be a good idea for Mr Waverly not to find out that the waiter in their local restaurant knew they were spies.

“We're something in that line,” he admitted. “So, do you know where your cousin's next drop was?”

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Excellent chapter, and now you're taking it in a whole new direction. (You're a little early with this as it's still Saturday here btw) No worries though as it's Sunday where you are. "D

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Seemed the quickest way of getting them on the trail. And it's most definitely Sunday. My calendar is very clear on that matter.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

It'll be Sunday here in 3 1/2 hours...nothing like the time difference. "D