Disclaimer: I own this drabble and Kayla, but nothing else

I checked into the hotel in Manhattan where the hacker conference was taking place. This was my only time off from my job at the newspaper, so I came a few days early to do some sightseeing and knock "Go to a Broadway show" off my bucket list. The lady at the front desk sang Country Roads to me as she got my key card programmed when she saw that I was from West Virginia. As I was heading to the elevator, an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair and deep brown eyes in a tailored dark gray silk suit sat nearby, reading a copy of the New York Times.

Have you ever had the uneasy feeling that you're being watched for some reason? At first, I shook it off as nerves. After all, this was my first trip to a city this big and I was traveling alone. My best friend tried to talk me out of going, but something told me that this whole experience could possibly change my life.

I finished settling in and went out for a bite to eat. The fast food joint down the block was open, even at three in the morning. I ordered some chicken nuggets, fries, and thank God, sweet tea, to go. I noticed the guy was still sitting in the lobby, looking around at the other guests. He was trying to give the impression of general people watching, but something about him said he was searching for a particular type. I walked up to him, sipping my tea, and said, "Like what you see, or should I go past a few more times?"

"I must be losing my touch," he sighed as he folded his paper. "Are you here for the conference?"

"Yeah," I confessed. "I'm looking forward to the social engineering panel and the talks on physical security, tampering, lock picking, and phone phreaking. What about you?"

"You might say that. My colleague, Illya Kuryakin, is attending a few of the talks. The privacy lecture is one I remember him mentioning. I'm Napoleon Solo, and you are...?"

"Kayla Capehart. Nice to meet you." I pointed to my bag of food and asked, "Do you mind? It was a long train ride from Charleston."

"Not at all," He said, waving his hand. "You said you're from Charleston. South Carolina?"

"West Virginia, actually," I said between nuggets. "This is the first vacation I've ever had on my own, and here I am, learning about how easy it is to break security, how to pick a Medco, and play a few rounds of digital Capture The Flag."

"You must know a lot about computer hacking if all you're interested in is physical security," he pointed out.

"I can always learn more," I said. "That's the cool thing about infosec. It's constantly changing. Speaking of changing, I wouldn't wear that suit if you're going to any of the talks with your friend."

"Really? Why is that?" he asked, giving me a sly grin.

Giving him a grin my own, I said, "There's another game we play at these events. It's called 'Spot The Fed', and I believe I just won the first T-shirt." Before he could protest, I snapped a picture with my phone for the evidence I'd need. "Thanks, Sugar!"