“Gentlemen and er lady. I have called you to this meeting over a very grave matter indeed. As some of you may be aware, someone tried to assassinate young Randy Kovacs in the early hours of this morning. You people are the prime suspects.”

Somewhat to his surprise Mr Waverly heard no objections to his statement. Instead he heard mutters of agreement. This led him to the conclusion that the culprit or culprits were indeed within the room.

“Miss Dancer, we’ll start with your motive.”

“Why do I have to go first?” She asked suspiciously.

“I meant nothing by it Miss Dancer, just common courtesy.”

“All right. He keeps spying on me whenever I’m taking a shower. But it doesn’t mean I want to kill him. Beat the little runt up maybe, but not kill him.”

“Of course Miss Dancer. Mr Slate?”

“Oh I think she did it…” Slate replied absently.

“Mr Slate, I was asking about your motive not your opinion over Miss Dancer’s guilt or innocence.”

“Yes sir. I was in the Uncle lounge strumming at my guitar when in walked Randy. He asked if he could borrow it and then proceeded to play it better than I do.”

“Strange,” Illya puzzled, “I wasn’t aware that Randy played the guitar.”

“He doesn’t, in fact that was the first time he’d ever held one.”

“I see,” Illya said with understanding, “no wonder you want him dead, he…”

“Mr Kuryakin, let’s not get too caught up with one incident.”

“Yes sir.”

“Now where were we?”

“I believe you were asking for Mr Solo’s motive.”

“Ah yes, Mr Solo?”

Mr Solo who had been studying the young secretary, who was taking notes rather than paying attention to the conversation, jumped upon hearing his name called by Mr Waverly.

“Yes sir?”

“I’d like to hear your motive Mr er Solo.”

“For what?”

“For trying to kill Mr Kovacs, of course.”

“Tell him about the girl,” Illya added helpfully.

Napoleon gave his friend a sharp look and then turned to face Mr Waverly. “Well, I’ll tell you sir. I was talking to Marlene, discussing how getting to know one another, would be in the best interests of Uncle and had just managed to persuade her to continue our discussion in the map room, when in walks Randy. Somehow, I’m not entirely sure what happened, one minute he was talking to her and the next they were leaving together.”

“Mr Kuryakin?”

“Randy wrote several equations assisting the scientists in the laboratory. For that alone he should die. However, on our last assignment, he tagged along. It was he who set the explosive devices and blew up the Thrush instillation.”

“He saved the mission,” Napoleon added.

“Your point gentlemen?”

“How incompetent does it make us look, if we have to rely on a child to save the day?”

Mr Waverly chuckled to himself.

“You haven’t told us your motive for wanting him dead yet sir.” Napoleon stated.

“I found him smoking my pipe.” He informed them while stuffing his pipe with tobacco. There was a pause while the younger agents waited for Mr Waverly to continue, he didn’t.

“Er Mr Waverly…?”

“Well gentlemen, it seems we each have a motive. The question is, which one of us had the greatest motive and opportunity.”

“I don’t think any of us were responsible. We haven’t questioned the audience. I believe they are the prime suspects.”

Just then, one of Uncle’s security agents burst in. “Mr Waverly, Randy Kovacs has escaped… er …discharged himself from the Uncle infirmary.”

“This is a grave matter, gentlemen. We must get this child back and make sure he isn’t allowed to wreak havoc on another series or audience. And above all, we must ensure that there are no more crossovers.”

‘Too late’, Randy thought to himself. He walked up to meet his mother who was standing beside Commander Riker. Changing his name was an excellent way of alluding his pursuers.

“Hello Wes,” the unsuspecting Commander Riker said.

All around the world, the audience screamed.

The End

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