The next morning brought another soft knock at the RV's door. "Is everyone decent? I brought a pot of coffee!"

"Bless you," Napoleon muttered as he sat up in the bed.

Wolf put the coffee pot on the kitchen counter and pulled four mugs from the cabinet. He divided the brew among them and handed them out. He sat on the living room couch and said, "It's six now, Drew is still asleep. His day normally starts later than mine and seeing how you all were awake, yours, too." He looked up at Angel who was still perched on the cot over the driver's and passenger's seats. "He'll probably sleep until at least nine, so this is what I'm thinking. I'm a very decent cook, Illya and Napoleon can tell you, and I'm going to make us breakfast and more coffee. If you've decided to come to Colorado for a few days, then I would ask you to let Illya and Napoleon ride with you while I stay behind to make sure Drew is okay and leave around 9:30 or 10. If you have decided otherwise, then they will have to wait for me."

Angel looked from Wolf to Illya and back again. "I have to admit that once I got past the initial shock of seeing you, I began to be profoundly curious about you and your relationships with Illya and Napoleon. When we crossed paths during the mission he mentioned, I believe that we both realized that we can trust each other, so based on the fact that he has vouched for you, I accept your very generous invitation."

"Excellent!" He checked his watch. "The shower is hot, so let's say breakfast will be served at 7?"

As usual, Wolf made enough breakfast to feed a small army. Scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage, broiled tomatoes, toast, warm pastries, three different kinds of juice plus coffee. "Well," Angel said to Illya as she reached for another sausage link, "I can see why you maintained your relationship with Wolf; this food is very good and I haven't seen quantities like this since we left Al's boarding house!"

Illya laughed and took a huge slurp of his coffee. "Bozhe moy! I think that was some of the best food I have ever had in my life! Napoleon, Wolf, this man named Al was like a magician in the kitchen! It was incredible! That was the first time I ever had alligator sausage!"

"'The first time?'" Napoleon repeated. "You mean, you've eaten it since?" At Illya's affirmative nod, he said, "I didn't know that."

"Napoleon, you are very much a steak and potatoes, chicken and salad kind of man. I have seen you turn your nose up at less exotic foods so I did not think you would want to try it."

Wolf said, "I'm glad you're enjoying this, but I plan to make a traditional German breakfast while you all are my guests and it is amazing, if I do say so myself."

Drew appeared in the doorway. "This food smells good enough to raise the dead! I couldn't take it anymore! If y'all don't mind, I'm gonna just grab me a plate and go back to my room."

Wolf waved his arm over the table. "Help yourself; it's your food, I only prepared it."

"I'm actually glad you're semi – awake for the moment," Angel said. "I'm leaving shortly." She came around the table and hugged him awkwardly. "It was…interesting to see and talk to you. May I, may I please have your phone number so I can call you sometimes?"

"You want to…stay in touch?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Baby Girl," he said before pulling her into a hug. "Of course, you can have my number!" He pulled back and wiped his eyes. "Does that mean you'll give me yours?"

"I'm constantly traveling for my job, so I'll give you the number to my answering service. I check it almost daily, so if you call, I will definitely get the message."

Thirty minutes later, Angel, Illya and Napoleon were on the road in her 1965 cherry red Mustang convertible. It was a beautiful morning, not too chilly and the clouds kept the sun's rays from hitting them directly. They had all four windows rolled down and Angel had tied a scarf around her head and knotted it under her chin so that her hair wouldn't whip around.

The Russian was driving and Napoleon occupied the seat next to him because legroom in the back was practically nonexistent for them, but Angel was able to stretch her legs straight out on the seat, so she was quite comfortable. The wind made conversation practically impossible and each one was grateful for the time to be in one's own head.

Angel had spent the last thirty – six hours or so processing the fact that she had located her father. Her feelings about that were still a jumble. On so many levels she was happy to have found him. It thrilled her to see that she had his nose and they had the same eye color. However, she was also still furious that he had never sent a penny in child support, causing her mother to struggle, even going out 'gator hunting when need be. She decided that keeping in touch with him was the right thing to do for herself.

She shot a glance at Illya who seemed lost in the function of driving, blond hair dancing around his head as he headed up the highway towards Colorado. I can't believe that Illya Kuryakin, scourge of THRUSH, was married to the sister of a former Central Committee member! I wonder if he knows about my connection to the former Ludwig Bowler?

Illya was loving how the Mustang was handling the highway. Angel was one of those women who loved driving a standard transmission, so he was in his element. With the top and the windows down, playing the radio would be a waste of time, so it was turned off and he was letting his mind wander. I have got to get Napoleon alone to talk to him. Ever since that last mission, he has been acting out of sorts, but I am sure there is something else bothering him. He thinks he is hiding it, but he is so wrong.

Napoleon was enjoying the breeze playing through his hair. He was slouched down in the bucket seat, eyes closed and feeling safe because he trusted Illya's driving. He was feeling a way about Angel, Wolf and Illya, but he hadn't sorted out what that way was. All I know is I'm feeling like an outsider. I'm sure Illya thinks I'm acting oddly because of the last affair and that's partly true, but that's only one part of what I'm feeling. If only I could figure out exactly what this feeling is.

It took less time to get back to Ouray because Illya could drive and maneuver faster in the convertible than Wolf could in the Winnebago. Angel was as astonished at the sight of Wolf's home as Illya and Napoleon had been when they arrived.

Napoleon gallantly pulled her suitcase from the trunk and signaled that she should follow Illya to the front door while he brought up the rear. Illya unlocked the front door and deactivated the alarm system then moved aside to allow her to enter.

"This is a beautiful home," she said.

"Come. Let me show you to your room," Illya said. Just then, his special communicator chirped. "Hello, Wolf, I was just about to show Angel to her room."

"Good. I left Drew about forty – five minutes after you did, so I will be there shortly. Entertain yourselves until I get there. See you soon." And with that, he disconnected the call.