The infamous cat burglar Natalia Pavlovsky, better known at "The Cat" has been stealing a concentrated set of Faberg Eggs around the globe for Cuba. The team from U.N.C.L.E. suspect there's more that meets the eye and discover that hidden in one of...
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The night was warm as party-goers filtered in and out of the Italian art deco home. Solo could hear the jazzy sounds of "The Girl from Ipanema" playing softly in the background. He casually held his invitation in his hand as he waited. The security guard took a quick glance at the card, found his name on the guest list and let him. Illya and Gabby were already inside. Waverly had gotten their invites earlier in the day. Solo glanced down at the name on his invitation. Tonight, for one night only, he was a chap named Nick Dempsey. Somewhere on the other side of the doors, the real Nick Dempsey was checking his person for an invitation he swore he placed in his breast pocket.
The house was dazzling. The guest list was beautiful, and the food and drink were choice. Solo always enjoyed this part of the operation. He moved through the crowd with ease, scanning for potential marks. He was filled with a bit of nostalgia as he thought about his exciting criminal career. Tonight, he gave himself a pass to loosen up and go with the flow. If this mission needs the old Napoleon, then it will have the old Napoleon, he thought. Among the glittering dresses and tailored suits, Solo spotted his partners standing together. He couldn't help but to roll his eyes. At least Gabby managed to look the part. She spared no expense with her set of chunky "jewels." They almost looked too fake. Solo hoped that Natalia wouldn't notice. He planned on lifting them when he had her attention.
Solo made his way toward the couple and flashed his most debonair smile. "Good evening. I couldn't help but notice what a fine set of jewels you have." He spoke low enough so that no one passing by could hear them.
"She's watching us," Gabby said between a smile as Solo took her hand and kissed it. Off went her ring.
"Good, that's what we want." He spoke between clenched teeth. The longer they spoke the more opportunities Solo had to lift her costume jewelry.
"You're lingering, Cowboy. I know tonight you're nothing but a thief. But that doesn't mean you stop behaving like a gentleman." There was a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Solo lifted a brow. Since when did Illya give him advice on etiquette? Half the time he behaved himself like a wild boar. Solo's brow furrowed as he looked at the other man. "I'm always a gentleman."
"Just be cool," Gabby warned. She turned away from Solo and led her fake husband to the dance floor.
"By the way, that tie jacket combo..." Solo shook his head in disapproval.
He turned toward the bar and was pleased to see Natalia was still watching him. Good. He'd gotten her attention. Solo made his way toward her and ordered a drink at the bar.
"I'll take a whiskey neat. And please, make one for the lady."
Natalia placed her glass on the bartop and lifted a brow. "That's quite alright. I prefer not to drink on the job."
Napoleon eyed the glass she just put down and raised his own brow. "Is that so?"
"Seltzer water," she explained. "Most people in our profession know better, Mr..."
