So, what do our agents do on the occasional Sunday that doesn't find them battling crime on some distant shore? There have been loads of stories and scenarios, but what do you think?
Does Napoleon sneak into a church every once in a while, just to insure that his soul isn't totally mired in the muck of what his job often entails?
Perhaps Illya retreats into a dark, brooding place where he can luxuriate in the depths of his discontent and worrisome memories.
Real men in a dangerous, sometimes deadly profession. How does Saving the World on a regular basis impact the serenity of a Sunday morning in New York City?