The Stealth Affair
Act 1
Five Section 2 agents were waiting for Mr Waverly; the Chief of UNCLE New York. They were his top agents and were in constant demand.
Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were sat at the table along with Mark Slate while April Dancer and Rebecca Andrews were stood by the window looking out across the New York cityscape discussing their latest shopping trip.
"I'm sure those two only live to shop!" Mark commented to Illya and Napoleon.
Illya grinned as he looked over to the two female agents.
"I think the thought of shopping when they return from missions is one of the only things that keeps them alive!"
The door opened as The Old Man entered.
"Ah, good, you are all here, thank you."
Immediately April and Rebecca sat in their places at the round table, April next to Mark and Rebecca next to Illya.
Mr Waverly put the folders he was carrying on the table and turned it so they stopped in front of his agents. Napoleon opened up the folder and a photograph of a good looking blond haired man was on the top.
Mr Waverly continued "This, Ladies and Gentlemen, is Konrad Reinhardt, he is a German scientist specialising in aeronautics and is a known THRUSH operative. He doesn't usually venture far from his native Germany."
"What is our interest in him?" Napoleon enquired.
"At a guess, with what Mr Waverly has just said, I would say that he is not in Germany at the present time" Illya ventured.
"You are correct in your assumption, Mr Kuryakin; he is, at the moment, in Los Angeles. What we don't know is why."
"And we are to find out why?"
"Well, not you personally, Mr Kuryakin, but Miss Andrews is. We have him as a, shall we say 'guest', at Edwards Air Force Base"
"How has he come to be our 'guest'?" Mark asked.
"That is the interesting bit Mr Slate; he was caught around the Lockheed Advanced Development Programmes site."
"Oh, that is interesting, that's our top aviation research and development centre." Remarked April.
"Also known as the Skunkworks" added Illya.
"Yes, that is why I am sending Miss Andrews to California along with Miss Dancer and Mr Slate. Miss Andrews I want you to find out what he is doing over here and when you do, to make sure that you three stop whatever it is that he was planning."
The Old Man turned to Napoleon and Illya "Mr Solo, Mr Kuryakin, I want you to fly out to Germany and find out what you can about what Mr Reinhardt's current project is. His last known whereabouts in Germany, before he was spotted in Los Angeles, was Leipheim."
Napoleon pondered a moment "Hmm, Leipheim, If I'm right isn't there a German military airbase there?"
"Yes, there is, there was also an aircraft production facility there. They built Messerschmitt transport aircraft and the first jet fighter there."
Napoleon was always amazed at the things that Illya knew about, he presumed it was due to the Russian always reading whenever he had the time. That was the difference between them: Napoleon's spare time was spent entertaining the opposite sex; Illya's was reading and listening to his Jazz music, usually both at the same time!
"Thank you Mr Kuryakin. I want you and Mr Solo to find out what you can and liaise with Miss Andrews and her team. And likewise with you Miss Andrews, please keep Mr Solo and Mr Kuryakin informed on your findings."
"Yes, sir. When do we leave?"
"You will all leave tomorrow morning. Miss Andrews,Miss Dancer and Mr Slate I have arranged transport for you to Edwards Air Force Base, our 'guest' is being held there and it is close to the Lockheed site."
"Mr Solo, Mr Kuryakin, you are booked on a flight to Munich, Miss Rodgers has your tickets. A car has been arranged for you once you get there."
Mr Waverly looked pointedly at his two agents
"And please try not to do your usual good job in destroying it."
Napoleon threw a look at his partner and smirked, it was nearly always Illya that did the driving. Illya returned the smirk with an icy glare.
"Thank you Ladies, Gentlemen, you are dismissed."
