Illya Kuryakin fidgeted, looking both ways down the dark street, but it was Napoleon Solo who spoke.

"Ah, Sir?"

Waverly's attention turned back to them. "Yes, Mr. Solo?"

"What are we doing on... Wake Forest? This is a white picket fences and warm apple pie kind of a street."

"Yes." Illya added, his discomfort obvious. "What is this 'highly important top-secret mission you wanted us to take care of?"

"Ah, HITSM." Waverly nodded, speaking it as though it were a word, not an acronym.

"Bless you." Napoleon grinned, eliciting a quickly-suppressed smile from his partner.

"Well, gentlemen, I must come clean with you. There is no mad scientist, no stolen chemical, and no THRUSH plot. I lured you down here for a rather... un-official... mission.

"Dangerous?"

"That depends on your definition of the word." The old man waffled.

Just then, the door to the nearest house opened, and a woman stepped out, coming down to the curb. Waverly got out of his car to meet her.

"Uncle Alexander!"

Napoleon and Illya exchanged glances.

"Gentlemen, my niece, Roxanne. Roxanne, you remember I promised I would find someone for you on a short notice?"

She sized the two agents up. "You're a life-saver! Oh, but these don't look like-- Uncle Alexander, you didn't!"

He gave her a look of practiced innocence.

"They're spies, aren't they? They work for you?"

"Ah, yes, we do. What-- what did you need on a short notice, anyway?"

A man emerged from the house, coming up to place an arm around the woman's shoulders.

"Roxanne. Your uncle get the babysitter he promised us?"

Napoleon's jaw dropped. Illya sputtered. They both turned to Waverly.

"Sir! We can't-- I mean, I don't know anything about children!"

"Nonsense. You're both quite capable. I'm sure you'll do an admirable job. After all, you are the two top agents."

"Wouldn't, say, your secretary be more suited to this sort of, ah, assignment?"

"Mr. Solo, I believe I just said 'Nonsense' to Mr. Kuryakin. The same applies to you. Now, Roxanne, if you and your husband would like a lift, I have my car."

"Eddie?" She asked.

The man shrugged, helping her in.

"Oh! The instructions for the kids are pinned to the fridge!" She called.

The car left, and the two turned towards the house.

"At least they come with instructions." Illya shrugged.

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