The light of the evening sun fell warm into Waverly's office.
On any other given day he would have called it a night and would have headed to the restaurant to meet up with his wife.
None here knew about her and it was for the better.
She on the other hand believed he was working for some big corporation.
She didn't probe him about it.
She knew better.
In front of him stood the team he had sent to Paris to investigate.
They had come to his office straight from the airport.
Olsen, the team leader, sat in the big chair in front of his desk.
He was like Solo from the CIA and was a gruffly looking man with a big, bushy mustache.
His partner Smith, a small man, stood behind him, his hand resting on the backrest of Olsen's chair.
He was MI6 and one of the best of his graduation year and the kindest man Waverly had ever crossed path with.
His ginger hair was gelled back and the light blue eyes looked kindly at Waverly.
Back at the door paced Strittmatter, a Swiss agent, up and down like a tigress.
Her long, black hair in a tight braid like always.
Cho, the last in the group, watched her calmly.
He had been a present from the Chinese intelligence.
His loyalties only lay with Strittmatter, because she came from the place where the best chocolate came from.
Olsen had just finished his report.
His teammates listening.
"Anything else?" Waverly asked, because somehow he knew that there was something more.
Olsen looked up at Smith.
The Brit cleared his throat.
"We are not sure" he started slowly.
"I am!" Strittmatter chimed in, not breaking her stride.
Smith looked at Olsen and sighed heavily.
"We think it was an inside job. They knew where they would be, their alias and how the job would happen!" Waverly studied his team.
"Someone delivered them on a silver plate!" Agent Strittmatter spoke up, halting in her pacing.
"Martina, that's just your intuition!" Smith spoke softly not looking at his colleague.
She huffed at him, crossing her arms in defense.
Waverly could tell they hadn't the conversation for the first time.
"Do you really think Kuryakin, Solo and Teller would have been so stupid?" She snapped at him.
Waverly drummed his fingers on his desk, lost in thought.
Could it be?
Could it have been an inside job?
Someone in the U.N.C.L.E. Organisation betraying his own people.
A mole.
Who?
"What are you not telling us Waverly?" Olsen asked, bringing him back to reality.
Waverly looked at his agents.
They all stared at him.
"Uncle Rudi is alive and well!" The hush, which came over the room, was deafening.
"Are you kidding?" Chan asked with a perfect British accent.
Waverly starred at the Chinese.
It was the first time he had spoken.
"Are we talking about the same uncle Rudy?" Martina asked, glancing between her partners and her boss.
"Solo told us he and Kuryakin watched him go up in flames or so…." Olsen murmured confused.
"Fixing a glitch!" Smith finished his sentence and squeezed gently the shoulder of Olsen.
They looked at each other.
Waverly sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.
It was about time he told his second team the whole story.
Getting them updated.
