"April, Mark, do you have any questions about your assignment?" Napoleon asked the junior agents. They were meeting in his office to be briefed on the affair he had chosen for them.
"I don't," April replied. "I'm infiltrating a disco that is allegedly a front for a THRUSH lab underneath it. My job is to see if it's true and if it is, find out what they're doing. My cover is working there as a go – go dancer. I'm a transfer from the owner's other club in Queens. The real woman who was transferring accepted an offer at a disco in Hartford, thanks to Section VII. My name is Mary Ramsey."
"If April discovers there is a lab, my part of the mission kicks in which will be figuring out how to neutralize it without compromising the club as it appears to be populated by Innocents." He grinned and glanced at his partner. "I wish I could come to the club and watch you dance, Luv."
"Yeah, me too," Napoleon added. "April, Wardrobe is waiting for you. They have your dance outfits ready."
"I'm on my way. See you two later," she said as she got up and left.
Napoleon and Mark made small talk for about fifteen minutes before Illya returned from Section VIII. "Am I interrupting?"
"Not at all, Partner Mine," Napoleon said. "In fact, we were thinking of going to the Commissary. Care to join us?"
"Sounds good to me. Let us see if April wishes to come."
They could hear the music blasting all the way down the hall. Mark and Illya looked confused while Napoleon smiled and said, "It seems like April is getting into character for your next assignment, Mark."
Mark opened the pneumatic door and the three men stopped in their tracks. April was clad in a white fringe dress and white go – go boots on her desktop dancing just as the Rascals' hit song "Good Lovin'" started to play on the radio. She broke into a wild Pony quickly followed by the Jerk and the Boogaloo.
"Luv!" Mark yelled over the music. "What are you doing?"
"I came up here to try on the dress and the boots!" she shouted. "I figured I would practice dancing in the outfit! I have three more dresses like this. You like?"
"I do!" Illya said.
April started to do a mean Mashed Potato. "Good! Mark and Napoleon said earlier that they wished they could see me dance. Now they have. I think I can pass as a disco go – go dancer. Darlings, do you agree?"
Napoleon smiled. "I know I appreciate your talents."
"I do not know what your mission is," Illya said, " but this is one of the few times that I am sorry I am not a part of it."