Solo sat at the conference table, opposite Alexander Waverly.
"None of this makes sense sir. Why would THRUSH put that particular slip of paper somewhere in those boxes of fortune cookies, yet they were searching through them?"
"What are you proposing Mr. Solo?"
"Maybe it wasn't them, or Ecks...my mind is going back to Chang's and the waiter who started all this by slipping us the fortune cookie with the address. Could it be he was the one leading us on this chase all along? Perhaps far Eastern powers testing the waters to see what we'd do?"
"THRUSH as well? Interesting premise." Waverly sucked on the mouthpiece of his pipe." I suggest we bring that young man…"
"Jie, sir."
"Find this fellow Jie and bring him in for questioning. Kuryakin is well enough to go, so I want you, Dancer and Slate to go back to where this started. Rather convenient for you to have been there for this whole debacle to begin, what?"
"Well it is our favorite restaurant."
"Therein lies part of the know better than to be predictable in your off hours. Perhaps Jie was waiting for you. Now bring him here, and quickly. Dismissed."