Napoleon opened his eyes, surprised to find that he wasn't lying on a floor. He looked around, shocked to find himself in his own bedroom. He sat on the side of his bed and rubbed his face. He distinctly remembered being in a room full of porn with Illya and ... Just then his communicator beeped. He checked his pockets, only just noticing that he wore pajamas. His communicator was on his bedside table.
"Mr. Solo. Mr. Waverly expects you in his office at nine." The order was coldly given by one of his favorite co-workers and she did not wait for a response.
Napoleon hurriedly shower and dressed, he took time out to phone Illya and was shocked to find that his phone was disconnected. He had a very bad feeling about this.
He had to hurry to make it to headquarters in time for the meeting with Mr. Waverly. He rushed into the tailor shop and caught a sympathetic look on Del Floria's face. He turned the hook in the dressing area and was rewarded with a stern-faced receptionist, standing with his badge in hand. Rather than putting it on his lapel as others had done, she merely handed it to him and sat down, dismissing him even as she picked up her phone.
"Mr. Solo is on his way."
Napoleon paused after walking through the sliding door. He noticed that Mr. Waverly was alone.
Waverly glance up. "So nice of you to grace us with your presence."
Pausing in the act of sitting down, Napoleon countered politely. "I came as soon as I received the request, sir."
Without another word, Waverly tossed a folder on the table and sent it spinning around. Napoleon caught it as it went past and opened it. He studied the assignment and looked at his chief. "Will Mr. Kuryakin be joining me?"
"If he'd deigned to report in after his last assignment, it might have proven possible."
"Perhaps it would be better for me to find him, before leaving on this assignment."
Waverly sighed. "How many times must I remind you both that you are trained agents and perfectly capable of taking care of yourselves? You will leave on this assignment at the first opportunity."
Waverly waved him away, his attention already on other folders. Napoleon stopped at the door and turned, planning to plead his case once again. The glare Waverly gave him told him more than words how successful he would be. Even stranger, Lisa was giving him the cold shoulder and that was not like her.
Napoleon was extremely puzzled. He wasn't about to take off on another assignment without talking to someone, but he had no desire to see a shrink. There was, however, one doctor that he might be able to confide in and not seem insane.
Walking through the metal halls as if he belonged, Napoleon made his way to Dr. Edison Wilds' office. Dr. Wilds beamed at him as he came through the door.
"Solo, it's about time you made it to Medical. Where is that irascible partner of yours?"
Napoleon sank into the chair and muttered, "I wish I knew."
"You've lost him again?" Wilds leaned back in his chair and shook his head.
"The last I saw of Illya, we were losing consciousness in a monastery in Brazil." He noticed the look of incredulity on Dr. Wilds' face and couldn't blame him. "This morning I woke up in my bed with no memory of how I got there."
"I've heard some strange things from you section two people, but I've got to admit, this is a new one on me. It seems simple to me. You backtrack your movements and go rescue your partner."
"I offered. Waverly refused. Another thing, I don't remember being debriefed." Napoleon shook his head. "Nothing's making any sense."
Wilds considered then reached for the intercom. "Sara, bring me Mr. Kuryakin's file."
Napoleon wondered what Wilds was up to. Then the nurse came into the office empty handed. "I'm sorry, sir, there isn't a file for Kuryakin."