Kudo-Felasi, Eritrea
The men entered a small private house of Afwerki, Gebre in Kudo-Felasi, Eritrea after the men had escaped from Jizan. Afwerki's son was an UNCLE agent in Saudi Arabia and had arranged for them to have a week's rest. Both men were tired, and Napoleon needed time to recuperate from Rodimus hospitality.
When Illya had called in after Jizan, Waverly had ordered, "Mr. Kuryakin, I believe the two of you are getting too tired to go after Gibson right now safely. I will have our network locate him and pass the information on to when you're ready to resume your search. Also, Rodimus is trying to turn over every rock looking not only for Gibson but you and Mr. Solo. So be careful."
The fine food and comfortable beds were welcome by the agents. Afwerki was a wonderful host and saw to every need the agents had. The hot days were cooled by an eastern wind, and the cool night made sleeping comfortably. Napoleon's bruises began to yellow, and his pains disappeared under the care of Afwerki's administration.
Illya came back to the house to see Napoleon dressing. "Waverly called?"
"Yes, there has been a sighting of Gibson. Afwerki has offered to drive us to Asmara International Airport. It's about 29 miles from here, so Waverly arranged for tickets to be there in two hours."
Someday," Illya said wishfully looking around the peaceful area.
"Yes, partner mine, someday. But today we once more have a criminal to catch and a Thrush agent to beat to him."
Climbing into Afwerfi's old truck the men headed for danger once more.