Irae Helena Chase gazed thoughtfully at her security monitor. Alexander Waverly had accepted her at face value. The letter from Diamene probably helped. She made a moue with her plump lips as she watched the file go flying and the two men react to something she could not see. There was a definite probability that the two were somehow under the influence of something. Although nothing she had seen in the analysis would account for even limited hallucinatory behavior.

She looked back over Kuryakin's file. There were still the wounds on his neck. Diamene was not aware of anyone producing them and the insidious Dr. Crane was no longer available for comment. She glared at the photo, picking up a magnifying glass and staring at the image. There was no way of telling what the wounds were and she was quite aware that his neck bore not even a pale scar from the damage. Damn.

Irae shuffled through the reports. Nothing in Solo's file mentioned such wounds. Still, Crane had him in her clutches for some time. Needle marks faded swiftly. The evidence was entirely inconclusive. Still, something had made the CEO toss that file and both men exhibited strong reactions to a bare spot on the floor. Indeed, they both behaved as though they had watched something leave the office. Wait. She backed up the tape. Where did the file go? She ran the tape slowly. One moment it was there, the next it was gone.

Not good.

In her persona as a clerical assistant, she collected Solo's files, smiled impartially at the two men and was walking out when Solo said "Majorca."

His partner frowned. "I thought you said Jamaica."

"Jamaica it is," Solo agreed with a smile, picked up the phone and contacted the lovely ladies who made reservations for them. "Clarice? Solo, here. Two tickets to Jamaica as soon as possible. Time doesn't matter. Thanks. What? Oh, no. Vacation time. Round trip, five days." He listened as she read his instructions back. "Perfect. Let me know when you have the tickets."

So, Solo and Kuryakin were on their way to Jamaica for a vacation. She took the files down to the archive section for recently completed missions before dropping by Mr. Waverly's office. "Do you have a moment, sir?" she asked politely.

Waverly nodded, finished his conversation and turned his attention to the youthful redhead. "Yes?"

"Solo and Kuryakin are headed out on some vacation time?"

"Yes."

"You are aware of the concerns their … companions on the last mission have expressed?"

"Mme. Drakoci speaks highly of you. My agents generally do not need babysitting," he added dryly.

"May I show you something?" She played the security clip for him. "Although medical has released them, it is obvious that there is some sort of issue for both of them. No, I don't know why the file disappeared or how." The pale eyes watched her current boss carefully.

Waverly sat silently, filling his pipe and lighting it before responding. "It would seem that there are indeed some repercussions from Dr. Crane's experiments, Miss Chase. Follow them. Keep an eye on them. Do not interfere unless the opposition comes out into the open on this. Understood?" He didn't quite glare beneath the shaggy brows shadowing his eyes.

Irae met his keen gaze and nodded. "I will be most circumspect, Mr. Waverly. Unless something arises to make that an untenable position. I will inform you as immediately as possible should I determine that I must take action. Acceptable?" The old man nodded. "Then I will take my leave." She smiled brightly and left.

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Clarice called Helena Chase to let her know that Solo and Kuryakin's tickets had arrived.

"Why are you calling me?"

"Mr. Solo isn't answering his phone. You're the staff closest to him. If you would pick up the tickets for him, I'd appreciate it. I'm headed to dinner and a movie in about fifteen minutes and don't want them sitting on my desk. The flight leaves at 11am tomorrow morning."

"You tried his communicator?" Irae asked dryly.

"I'm not allowed to do that, Miss Chase. I called his office, Mr. Kuryakin's number and Mr. Solo's home."

"I see. I will be there in a few moments to sign for the tickets." Irae put the receiver down and wondered where her assignment could have wandered off to without telling anyone. Consulting her rolodex, she tracked down Solo's number and dialed it. No answer. She tried Kuryakin's next. Also no answer. Damn. They were probably at dinner. Her watch showed it was nearly 6pm. Men.

She tracked down Clarice in the travel office, signed for the tickets and took them back to Solo's office where she found him just signing off the last of the files he'd been working on all day. Keeping her face neutral, she passed the tickets to him. "She said you're flight is at 11am, Mr. Solo."

"Ah, thank you," he said, taking the tickets and tucking them into his interior suit coat pocket. "There. That's the last of them." He glanced at the clock as he handed them over. "Aren't you here a little late?"

"I'm on salary, Mr. Solo. No overtime for me. There were a number of files left from my predecessor. I finally got them to the appropriate offices. Will that be all, sir?"

"Yes. Thank you. Illya and I will be out for a few days."

"Jamaica, I believe you said. Enjoy. The weather should be lovely." She gave him a friendly smile and walked on down the corridor. The weather was supposed to be quite nice, no storms, hurricanes or tempests menaced the islands of the Caribbean at this time. Irae smiled again. She was quite looking forward to being in the Islands for a few days.