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It was a relief as the two U.N.C.L.E. agents slipped into their seats on board their United flight, taking them back to New York just in time for the Christmas holidays.
It had been a rough assignment that ended up in a near disaster. Both Napoleon and Illya did not come out unscathed as each had broken arms, and their faces were pretty well beaten up from their interrogation session with a T.H.R.U.S.H. henchman.
The looks they received as they hobbled through the airport terminal, and check-in were almost unnerving, and Illya turned, sounding off.
“What? You have never seen a person who had been in an automobile accident before?”
That barbed comment had people quickly turning away in embarrassment.
“Nice move,” Napoleon whispered, “that’ll teach ‘em to stare.”
“This isn’t exactly where I planned to spend the holidays,” Napoleon said. He was sipping one of those rummy-thingy-umbrella drinks, sans the rum, through a straw and made a face at the sweetness.
“Something wrong?”Illya asked. The Russian was resting on a chaise; his right ankle heavily bandaged as was his right hand.