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

Napoleon Solo knew the rules, he understood the parameters in which he was supposed to operate.  He also suspected that Angelique was nowhere in Headquarters, but rather off in some special facility where her wounds could be tended to and an interrogation facilitated by someone less friendly than himself.

Coming face to face with the enemy, especially the likes of Angelique La Chien, was the last thing Kuryakin wanted to deal with at the moment.  He was under a time constraint, having set things to detonate in order to blow up the facility, as well as having to deal with Napoleon not quite being up to speed. He truly had no idea when things would actually go 'boom.' He wasn't familiar with the systems running here and he only hoped the feedback loop he thought he created would eventually cause an explosion which would inturn set fire to the place.

Alexander Waverly paced his conference room, which was very much out of character for him.

It was enough for his assistant, Lisa Rogers, to take notice and as she brought in a tray with her boss’s afternoon tea, she finally said something. It wasn’t often she’d found him this distracted.

Alexander Waverly was always the epitome of cool and collected...well, apparently not today.