Illya was sitting in the U.N.C.L.E. cafeteria engrossed in his food. Between bites he was reading a technical journal about the joys of particle physics. He barely registered Napoleon's presence just a few feet away, sitting at the same table.

Napoleon as usual was trying to chat up one of the secretaries. Unfortunately for him the secretary's name was Wanda and she wasn't buying any of his lines.

Illya hid an amused smile as Wanda turned Napoleon down once more in that colourful way she had of expressing herself and stormed out of the cafeteria.

Illya heard the rattling of Napoleon's potato chip packet and various munching accompaniments. He wondered whether he should try stealing some or not. Suddenly the sound changed to a sort of muffled coughing. For a moment he considered whether he'd enjoy being CEA at New York U.N.C.L.E. headquarters, but then instinct took over. He got up and patted Napoleon on the back to dislodge the trapped potato chip.

"Thanks," Napoleon croaked, once his powers of speech returned to him.

"It would have been an unfortunate way to go. Thrush has had numerous attempts on your life, it would have been embarrassing to say you were assassinated by a potato chip."

"You don't suppose…?"

Illya snatched the packet away and examined it carefully with his reading glasses. "There's no evidence that it was manufactured by Thrush. No little birds pictured on the packet or anything of that nature. It will of course have to undergo further tests in the U.N.C.L.E. labs by some of our scientists…"

"You mean they'll eat them?"

"Only as a last resort. Ah here's something interesting…"

Napoleon looked up to see what Illya was referring to. "What's that?"

Illya read from the bottom of the potato chip packet. "Warning: May contain nuts."

The End

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