The PB & J Affair

He slipped quietly and unobserved through the door and into the hallway. Silently he crept towards the open door before him. Reaching under his jacket, he pulled his weapon from its holder and quietly released the safety.

As he slid along the wall he kept his eyes moving, looking for any signs of a possible ambush. Suddenly he came to an abrupt halt as he felt a tug on his throat. He froze in place. Carefully he turned to see what had hold of him. With a frustrated sigh he reached behind him and freed the hem of his cape.

“Sheesh,” he thought, “it wouldn’t be a good thing to have an U.N.C.L.E.” agent caught because his cape was hung up!”

He continued down the hall. At the open doorway he paused. Carefully peering around the doorframe, he spotted his partner lying in wait for him. The blond head raised when he was spotted. A suspicious thumping came from behind the hidden agent.

The U.N.C.L.E. Agent held up his hand in warning. Taking that as a sign to join his partner, the blond agent rose and started to slide from his hidden position.

“No! Stay!” hissed the dark haired agent. The blond gave his partner and friend a puzzled look but remained in his position.

The dark haired agent scanned the room. A woman was standing at a counter mixing chemicals of some sort. She was humming a tune softly to herself. Quickly the dark haired agent joined his partner in the hidden place under a table.

“Anything to report, Illya?” he hissed.

Illya once again made the thumping noise, causing his friend to quickly reach out and stop him from moving around so much. “Don’t do that!”

Illya gave a wide toothy yawn. He smiled, showing all his teeth. With one quick movement he leaned forward and slurped a kiss across his friend’s face.

“Oh, jeez, Illya! That is so gross!” The dark haired agent wiped his face. Suddenly a face appeared in front of him. He jumped back and cracked his head on the underside of the table.

“Well, Mr. U.N.C.L.E. man, you might as well come out of hiding. Your partner gave you away, again.” The woman smiled a truly beautiful smile.

The Man from U.N.C.L.E. started to creep from his hiding place, but pulled up short. In irritation he reached behind him and tugged once more on his cape. He would definitely NOT wear the cape on his next venture!

“Have a seat, Agent,” the woman said as she pointed to a chair. With a sigh he did as he was told.

“Saving the world is hard work, isn’t it?” she asked with a grin. “And that cape is definitely a liability in close quarter situations.” She reached down and untied the cape, then deftly removed it from his shoulders.

“There, now you can move about more freely as you do your assignment.” She ruffled his dark hair. He swatted at her hand.

“Awe, mom!” Johnny Gage said in disgust.

“Well, here is your lunch. Eat it, and then you may finish saving the world.” She left the room.

Nine-year-old Johnny Gage sat at the table in silence. His stomach rumbled loudly. With a grin he reached out and picked up his sandwich.

“Ummm, peanut butter and grape jelly!” he said to the empty room.

Yes, he decided, as he swung his legs back and forth, he would save the world, but not until after lunch.

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THE END