Napoleon was in his apartment drinking wine with one of his go-to girlfriends. Luana Darcy. They sat on the couch with fire roaring beside them, Napoleon had his right forearm behind Luana's neck as he kissed her, they parted after what seemed like forever, Luana sighed and leaned against him. "I don't know why I keep coming back to you," she said.
"Because you like me," Napoleon said, holding her close and kissing her head.
"Hmm. Yes I do," Luana said. They kissed again, wrapping their arms around each other.
"I tell you what, why don't we go to the-" Napoleon was cut off by a beeping sound.
Luana sighed again and moved away from him, she had been through this before.
"Just a minute, dear. Solo, here," Napoleon answered.
"Napoleon, can you come in? We need to talk to you," came Kitridge's voice.
"About what? I'm busy right now," Napoleon said, taking Luana by the waist and pulling her back to him.
"It's about Albania, Mr. Waverly is sending Illya and me back there," Kitridge told him.
"What?!" Napoleon asked shocked, eyes going wide.
"Thought that might get your attention. You coming down here now?" Kitridge asked.
"Yes, I'll be right there," Napoleon said, he cut off communications and turned back to Luana.
"I know, I know. You have to go to work, don't know when you'll be back and you're sorry," Luana said for him, crossing her arms.
"I really am sorry, love. I may be leaving the country so to make up for it you can have the run of the place, feel free to eat everything in my refrigerator and play all my records, alright?" Napoleon said. He had gotten up and was putting on his jacket and shoes.
"I can stay here? Really? And wear your shirts?" Luana asked, smiling. Napoleon's apartment was large and lavish, every woman he brought there loved it.
Napoleon gave a small grin and leaned down and kissed her once more. "And wear my shirts. Have a good time," he said. He opened the door and left her there, she smiled and looked around at her new temporary home.
When Napoleon arrived at headquarters he didn't look for Kitridge or even Illya, he got on the elevator and went straight up to Waverly's office, he walked in and surprised the man who was reading a report. "Mr. Solo! What are you doing here?!" he asked, taking off his glasses.
"Why weren't you going to tell me about Illya going to Albania? Why don't you want me to go?" Napoleon rapidly asked, walking around the table.
"Mr. Kuryakin told you?" Mr. Waverly asked, astonished.
"No, Kitridge did. You are not answering my questions!" Napoleon said, he was angry.
"I didn't think Mr. Kuryakin would do such a thing. Calm down, Mr. Solo, I just don't think you're ready to be thrust back into the Albania affair again. It's too soon, the fact that you are angry right now tells me that it is too soon for you," Mr. Waverly said, his tone of voice never changed.
"The fact that I am angry right now is because you were going to send Kitridge in my place! I deserve to go, I know this affair inside and out!" Napoleon said.
"Napoleon, I know you could lead this mission well, but Donny's death is still fresh, and going back there will be like putting salt in the wound," Mr. Waverly said, looking on his agent with soft eyes.
Napoleon cooled down a little and sat down beside his boss. "I know it could be like that, trust me, I know. But I think if I went back and helped to shut this thing down once and for all it would give me closure, can you understand that?" he asked.
Mr. Waverly looked down at the table before looking back at Napoleon. "Yes, I believe I do understand. Alright, you can go, you and Mr. Kuryakin will leave tomorrow, I had wanted to wait but I have just received a rather disturbing report. THURSH is falsifying information to Russia that France is planning an attack on them, you must get together your things now and straighten this thing out," he said.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much!" Napoleon said, smiling. He stood and shook Mr. Waverly's hand.
"I wish you Godspeed and the closure you are looking for," Mr. Waverly said.
Napoleon nodded and left the room, now in search of Illya, he went to the man's office and found both he and Kitridge there.
"There you are!" Kitridge said, smiling.
"Yes, here I am and you are out of a job. We're leaving tomorrow, Illya. Something has come up," Napoleon said.
Kitridge smiled. "Good! I'm glad you're going! Guess I'll have to go face the old man now, I'm sure he knows I called for you," he said.
"He does. But I don't think he'll be too hard on you," Napoleon said.
"One can only hope. Have a successful trip," Kitridge said, he nodded at them both and left.
Illya was also glad that Napoleon would be going, but he didn't say anything. "Tomorrow then?" he asked.
"Tomorrow," Napoleon confirmed, both dreading and looking forward to it.