Napoleon and Illya bandaged and bruised looked at the ordinary box on Waverly's desk.
"This is what all the excitement was about?" Napoleon looked dubious at it.
"Even I am not impressed," Illya added.
The scientist looked sheepishly. "It doesn't work yet. But you know how Thrush is, so I lied until I could get away."
"A fake," Illya spit out.
Napoleon laugh.
"Not funny, Solo." Illya frowned.
"All the times we've successfully stolen their inventions, we're kidnapped because of a red herring."
"This had nothing to do with a fish Napoleon."
Napoleon shook his head, "Red herring means something false."
"Why do you Americans insist on using terms that have nothing to do with what you mean?"
April stepped between the two men before they could continue with this particular ongoing battle. "What are we going to do with the device?"
"Mr. Kuryakin, take our guest and see what you can do with that machine. Mr. Solo you're to interrogate Fabus. Mr. Slate and Miss Dance you're on your way to Brazil."
As they left Waverly heard his top team banter begin once more. Boys will be boys, even grown-up one, was the thought that crossed his mind.