While Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were winging it from LaGuardia to Dulles, the private plane carrying the T.H.R.U.S.H. operative, and his dirty bomb, was also en route to Washington, D.C.
Uder Hoffmann was not only a top operative for the Technological Hierarchy for the Removal of Undesirables and the Subjugation of Humanity. He was as fierce a combatant as any the two top U.N.C.L.E. agents had ever fought. This coupled with the fact two jumpsuit-wearing T.H.R.U.S.H. goons, with their trademark rifles, sporting sniper scopes that made use of a new technology involving a large circular addition that made it possible to see in absolute darkness, were also on board made the task set forth by Alexander Waverly even tougher.
Uder was well-dressed in a suit and tie as much high fashion for men as that which was worn by both Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin. And the cigarettes he smoked were of an Egyptian variety that costs twice as much as the regular variety that once was smoked by Napoleon. Of course that was before he gave up smoking in the early twenty-first century, before being sent back in time, alongside Illya Kuryakin, who'd never smoked at all, to take on T.H.R.U.S.H., and other adversaries of America and its free-world neighbors, as aged-yet-ageless agents of the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement.
As Uder puffed on his Egyptian cigerette, bluish smoke swirled its way about his head, and his expensively coiffed hair, which was as black as pitch, an insistent beeping came from his stylish suit coat's inner pocket.
Holding the cigarette in his mouth, Uder retrieved the beeping item from said inner coat pocket. It was smaller than his cigarette pack, and as thin as cellular phones of the future would wind up being. After turning a switch upon its gleaming metal face, Uder lifted it toward his mouth in a fashion seen whenever someone uses a two-way radio's microphone.
"Uder here, sir," he said smoothly and without any amount of emotion. Almost like a robot answering his master's hail. His Egyptian cigarette once again twixt thumb and forefinger.
"You should be touching down soon at Dulles International," the nondescript voice stated succinctly over the tiny speaker built in below the microphone part of the smallish communications device. "You should be made aware of the fact that T.H.R.U.S.H. Intel has uncovered the soon-to-arrive U.N.C.L.E. agents."
"Do not worry, sir," Uder Hoffmann stated with more confidence than even Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin could muster between them. "I shall allow our uniformed minions to handle two U.N.C.L.E. agents. Meanwhile, I shall plant the bomb where it will not be found...before it is too late."
"See that you do, Uder," snarled the voice coming over the communications device's tiny speaker, with more than a little implied threat should Uder fail in his deadly mission. "You know the penalty should you fail."
Uder stiffened in his seat, plush and comfortable that it was, and took a long, thoughtful drag upon his cigarette. Then, as the smoke spilled forth from pursed lips, he finally replied after what seemed an eternity of silence.
"Yes...I do. Uder Hoffmann signing off."
Switching off the smallish device, and holding the cigarette twixt his lips again, Uder slipped the communications object back in the inner coat pocket once again. Then he finished his cigarette and snuffed out what little remained into the built-into-the-arm-of-his-seat ashtray.
Then, as a pensive expression claimed his handsome facial features, Uder Hoffmann took another expensive Egyptian cigarette out of the pack, inserted it between his lips, and used an expensive silver lighter to flame up the tip. Dragging long and hard upon it, before allowing a copious amount of smoke to roll out and up around his head again.
If there was one thing Uder liked better than a good smoke, it was setting up explosives in public settings. And the explosive he would be setting up in D.C. would be his greatest. Not in terms of destruction, but in terms of killing as many innocent people via radiactive material as could be readily imagined.
With the right wind and general air currents in and around Washington, D.C., this one explosive device should claim not only innocent citizens, going about their daily lives, but the President of the United States as well.
Not to mention the President's entire Cabinet, Staff, and Congress...effectively wiping out, in one terrorist action, the political heart and soul of the United States of America.