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

Napoleon and Illya were walking along Fifth Ave. in New York city. It was a brisk February day, just the beginning of the month.  Most of the other people around them were going on about their business; keeping their heads down, holding their jackets closed and their scarves around their faces.

Suddenly there was an uproar and four young men, dressed in matching mod suits were running behind the two agents; pushing their way past them and one of them knocking Illya to the ground.

Their heads were bowed with their hands clasped behind their backs like penitent children...well actually, they were penitent.

“Though I’ve partaken in the superstitions of this day gentlemen: I am now drawing the line, things have gone too far,”The Old Man barked.