So far, the only lead Herb and Felix had on where Dr. Wittigher had taken James off to was James's driver's license, a map of London, an unidentified wallet with about $100 in cash inside, and a bug detector that James had once used for a mission assigned to him to go to Russia. The two men decided to grab something to eat at a local diner. Lulu sat quietly eating on crackers and a sippy cup full of apple juice, as Herb and Felix went over the artifacts they found and drank alcoholic beverages.
"Who's wallet do you think this is, James?" Herb questioned, fumbling with it in his hands.
"No; James would never leave so much money inside his wallet. It's gotta be either Dr. Wittigher's or someone that works for him." Felix answered.
Herb nodded and took a sip of his vodka.
"What about this map of London?" Herb questioned.
"Probably to find a good hiding spot to hide James from the public and crime investigators." Felix answered.
"Such as ourselves,"
"Correct,"
Herb looked over at Lulu. She was chewing on a cracker and watching the two men, as they gathered information on the clues and where to go next with the search.
"You like those crackers, there?" Herb asked, with a smile.
Lulu simply looked up at him then back down at the table, still eating her cracker.
"Kid doesn't talk much," Herb answered, talking to Felix.
"She's pretty shy, is all." Felix replied.
"Probably missing her...D-A-D-D-Y, still." Herb spoke, softly with the last part.
"You can say the word, Herb."
"I'm just worried Lulu will start asking for him, otherwise. She's two, for crying out loud; she doesn't know what's going on."
"I think she knows her father's gone, she just doesn't know why he's gone."
"Could be, Mr. Leiter...could be,"
Felix took a drink of his martini with a splash of lemon twist to it.
"Alright; James's driver's license, a map of London, a wallet with $100 in it, and a bug detector that James has used in past assignments...you think these clues relate to one another somehow?" Herb questioned.
"By what do you mean?" Felix answered.
"Do you suppose Dr. Wittigher would purposely leave these clues around for us in order to find him and conduct his evil scheme before us?"
"Not likely; it doesn't seem all that logical for someone working for SPECTRE to do such a thing."
"Well, no one in SPECTRE has ever been successful in kidnapping James and keeping him locked away for this long, either."
"You do make a fair argument with that given circumstance, I'll give you that."
"It just doesn't make sense; how can James just disappear. It's like he turned into thin air and basically no trace of him can be found."
Felix fumbled with the wallet a little bit, until he felt something odd inside it.
Herb looked up and saw the look on Felix's face.
"What is it, Felix?" Herb questioned.
"There's something in here other than money." Felix answered.
"Like what,"
Felix opened the wallet and searched through it, looking for whatever it was he was feeling. He finally found it and took it out in the open. It was a piece of paper with something smeared on it and partially ripped.
"What is that," Herb asked.
"Looks like some sort of address or something of the sort." Felix answered.
"Do you think it's where James is?"
"I don't know; it's impossible to read it."
Herb frowned and sighed.
"Oh," Herb sadly spoke; just when he thought things were taking a turn for the better.
Felix then looked up at him and smiled halfway.
"What," Herb questioned.
"But if we take this to your car, there should be a tool kit in your glove compartment that will be able to read through the smudges and make sense of the letters and/or numbers on the piece of paper." Felix answered.
"I don't recall Q bringing up such a thing."
"Oh, Q always has his ideas, don't worry."
Herb grabbed Lulu, and the two men walked out of the diner and headed towards where their vehicles were parked.
Herb sat in the driver's spot, Felix in the passenger side, and Lulu in the back in her car seat playing with a couple toys. Felix was steady at work, concentrating carefully on doing everything in the correct order and using the exact amounts. Wearing gloves, he sprayed something on the sheet of paper, brushed it gently with something that looked like a paint brush, and covered the piece of paper in something similar to blue spray paint. He placed special eyewear over his eyes and read over the piece of paper.
"What's it say," Herb questioned.
Felix took off the eyewear and handed it to Herb.
"Look for yourself," Felix answered.
Herb took the sheet of paper, put the eyewear over his eyes, and read what the note said:
42 Wannsee
"What in vastly God does that mean?" Herb exclaimed.
"No idea," Felix answered.
"Is it a house address,"
Felix typed something into Herb's radar...nothing happened.
"Apparently not," He answered.
"It could be an address somewhere else." Herb added.
Felix again typed something into the radar, but nothing came through.
"Nothing," Herb questioned.
"Nada thing," Felix answered.
"42 Wannsee...what the hell could that mean?" Herb questioned.
"It might be a code."
"A code for what?"
"I don't know; that's what we have to figure out."
"42 Wannsee...42 Wannsee...it's so random."
"Which makes it all the more an excellent and unidentifiable code."
"Daddy," Lulu begged.
"Yes, Lulu, I know you miss Daddy." Felix moaned.
"No, Lulu, say that, again." Herb ordered, kindly.
"Daddy," Lulu cried.
"42 Wannsee...42 Wannsee...it involves James, it's gotta." Herb spoke, trying to think of what it meant.
"The Final Solution," Felix exclaimed.
"The what," Herb remarked.
"1942 at the Wannsee Conference...it was during World War II; Adolf Hitler announced the Final Solution to the Jewish Question, which was genocide and extermination." Felix replied.
"You don't thinkā¦" Herb was cut off.
"I do," Felix answered.
"Oh my God...Dr. Wittigher wants to kill James."
"Let's just call it The Final Solution to the James Bond question."
