Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

Everyone was looking forward to April Dancer's annual Halloween party; it was the light at the end of a very unsuccessful week for Solo and Kuryakin as well as a number of other Section II agents, including the hostess.

It was as if a dark cloud had been hanging over all their missions, making would should have been easy bits of work go completely sideways.

Dancer wasn't going to let a little injury spoil her party as she looked forward to pulling out all the stops. She cooked as did a few of the other women, and even a couple of the men contributed, though their appetizers and desserts left a lot to be desired.

Waverly looked to Angelique, “Mlle. Le Chien is right. Someone will have to go into headquarters wearing those hearing aids and hopefully be able to make their way down to the labs where the device is and put it out of commission.”

“Mister Waverly sir,” George spoke up.” I volunteer. It’s not like I get to do anything out in the field and at least I can help with this.”

“Very well Mister Dennell.”

“But sir, I think I would be better equipped to disassemble the device and render it harmless,” Illya protested.

“Like you did with this one Mister Kuryakin?” He pointed to the broken pieces still on the floor. The Old Man’s retort hit home, and Illya backed off. He was embarrassed at the primitive method he’d chosen to disable it, still it was done as a last resort.