Not My Job - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Napoleon Solo was not a man to make mistakes, his talent for strategizing legendary among members of the Command.

Not so today.

He had taken the role of a painter in order to infiltrate a THRUSH satrapy, leaving the job of a French architect to his partner.  Something about the Russiain's more authentic accent…

"Say buddy, I hope you have a way to get out of that corner." Some smart aleck in a suit yelled from the doorway.  Napoleon had been painting the floor to the little store room, but now…

"Au secours!”

His accent worked fine yelling for help.