Napoleon Solo tried to carry off his role as a minister, pretending to be patient and tolerant while the world seemingly crashed around him. The noise from the kitchen was almost deafening as if the chefs were having a battle with pots and pans. He was anxious because he’d lost sight of his partner and chaos seemed to follow Illya.
Suddenly a waiter was in front of him and he served Napoleon his dessert. Napoleon frowned at the man’s thumb nearly sticking into his cake. Then he saw the microdot in the icing and a blue eye winked. Mission accomplished.
How did you do? :DD