Napoleon showered and shaved, dressing himself more appropriately for hiking in the snow, though he wasn’t going for a stroll around Central Park.
Waverly had given him off until after New Year’s; barring any sort of international emergency. THRUSH always seemed to take the time off as well and unless is was some other lunatic determined to take over the world, Solo didn’t expect that call for once.
He hadn’t planned sitting around crying in his tea about Kuryakin and decided to be a little proactive.
Napoleon threw on his heavy wool coat and galoshes, reminding himself to bring that red and black-checked hat of his that Illya always made fun of, and filling a backpack with binoculars along with other sundry supplies; he hopped into his car after cleaning off the newly fallen snow and headed out to the scene of the accident to search for his missing partner.
Though an UNCLE team had done so already and not found a clue, that wasn’t good enough for the senior agent.
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