"Thank God it's Friday Illya. It's the gateway to the weekend, free time as no assignment is looming in our immediate future," Napoleon leaned back in his office chair, stretching his arms behind his head.
"Do not speak too hastily my friend, we have had assignments thrust upon us at the last minute," Illya cautioned.
"True tovarisch, but the twenty-four hour notice to agents has been holding steady, and I'm going to think positively that it'll stay that way."
"Just because it has been that way recently does not mean it will continue to do so. I for one made no plans this weekend, as I suspect we will be winging our way somewhere…"
"No, no-no! Don't you jinx it Illya."
An announcement came over the public address system. It was the voice of Lisa Rogers.
"Mr. Solo, Mr. Kuryakin please report to Mr. Waverly immediately."
Napoleon shot an unhappy look at his partner, while pointing at him.
"This is your fault!"
"Napoleon please, do not be ridiculous!"
"Huhh!" Solo turned a cold shoulder as he headed out the door beside Kuryakin
.
"I wonder what exotic locale to which we will be sent? Hopefully nowhere hot," Illya said.
"Really? Well since this is all your fault, I hope we end up in the tropics."
"Napoleon, you are being ridiculous trying to blame this on me."
Lisa greeted them as they prepared to enter Waverly's conference room. "Glad you got here fast gentlemen, be forewarned...he's a bit grumpy today."
"Thank you Lisa, there are others a bit out of sorts as well,
Illya whispered while straightened his tie. He was just our of earshot of Solo who was busy smoothing back his hair before adjusting his cuffs.
The pneumatic doors opened, silently as always, and the partners walked in side by side. Much to their surprise all the Section heads were present...George Dennell, Tom Lopaka, Doctor Green along with their assistants... just to name a few, and of course Alexander Waverly was present as well.
"Welcome gentlemen," Waverly beckoned with his hand."You're most likely wondering why we are all gathered here."
"An assignment sir?" Napoleon asked.
"No Mr. Solo. I've decided to start a new tradition. On Fridays the Section heads and their seconds will have an afternoon meeting...well perhaps the word meeting is too formal, a gathering, shall we say. Miss Rogers will be serving tea, coffee and refreshments for a more social atmosphere."
"Sir?" Illya looked a bit confused.
"It has come to my attention as of late that our Sections have become a bit compartmentalized and isolated from each other. I thought getting my people together for a more social occasion might help."
Napoleon smiled, and leaning towards his partner, he whispered out of the side of his mouth.
"Lucky for you, you didn't jinx us this time."
"I am so relieved…" Illya deadpanned.