-He is easy on the eye, isn't he ?
-Easy on the eye ? You are kidding ! He is simply drop dead gorgeous !
Napoleon Solo was gratified to hear that... He surely wasn't full of himself... However, honestly... Tssss, Napoleon ! He shook his head, mocking at himself. Goodlooking, handsome, beautiful, charming, and even... cute. His charm appealed women. In the headquarter, it was fun. With the Thrush female agents, it was an asset. He mentally added « drop dead gorgeous » to his list. He had to go on. Alexander Waverly had called him into his office. Being late wasn't a contingency. He waited for the two young women to leave the hall.
-I heard that he would tick all the boxes !
-I am sure he will !
« He will » ? No, girls, I have already tricked all the boxes ! Solo bitterly realized that saving the world, daily, wasn't enough. He had still to prove himself, to show his ability. Of, course some of his assignements were classified. Nevertheless, everybody knew who Napoleon Solo was. What a good agent he was... Tssss, Napoleon ! He shook his head, mocking at himself. Clever, bright, smart, brave, faithful... Efficient. Poor young girls...
-Paula told me that he was a whizz kid !
A whizz... what ? Those two young misses were lacking in common sense ! "Whizz" might be a compliment. "Kid"... surely wasn't appropiate for the CEA-to-be.
-However, you can't say that he is dressed to kill...
Napoleon Solo gulped. That ought to be a joke...
-Clothes are just clothes... his beautiful eyes...
-Yes, but he is quite down at the heels !
Tsss... Napoleon ! Napoleon Solo stormed out in the hall and looked daggers at the two women.
-Oh, hi, Mr Solo !
Two smiling faces, unconscious of the danger... And obviously excited, their eyes sparkling.
-We were talking about the new agent, Mr Solo. He is...
The new agent ? Surprise, surprise...
-« Drop dead gorgeous » ?
A stern tone.
-Oh... You heard...
-« A whizz kid »?
The two young girls were sheepishly staring at their feet.
-He... he is Russian, Mr Solo.
-Mr Solo ! Would you please stop distracting those ladies from their work ? Mr Waverly is waiting for you. Our new Russian agent is already there.
Napoleon Solo felt an unpleasant, cold shiver down his spine.
A drop dead gorgeous whizz kid.
Down at the heels.
Russian.
In Waverly's office.
He didn't like it.