"Do you believe this weather we're having?" Napoleon said to his partner.

The two decided to take their lunch in Central Park, as a little fresh air would do them good after the Monday morning Section II briefing.

Woodrow Cates from accounting was giving his monthly report on agent expenditure during which nearly everyone was half asleep...well as far as Solo could tell, Illya was sleeping.

In the case of listening to Cates, it wasn't surprising as he could put anyone to sleep with that nasally droning voice of his. He could become UNCLE next secret weapon, Solo mused to himself.

"Yes it is pleasant, is it not?" Illya sat on the park bench beside Solo."Who would have thought it would be over 70˚ in the beginning of February, when only a week ago we had a blizzard."

Unwrapping his hero sandwich; Illya dug in. Napoleon bit into a hot dog he'd bought from a nearby vendor.

"More than odd what's been happening with the weather tovarisch?"

"Come to think of it...yes."

The two men suddenly looked each other in the eye.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Da."

They discarded their meals, and headed back to headquarters...