Does It Hurt? - A Little Drabble Do Ya 7/15

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Sweltering hot with no place to go.  That was Napoleon's problem.  He had on a new suit too, but it was already designated for the trash heap as soon as he had New York in his sights.

"Illya!  Illya, wake up and untie me."  The Russian had been thrown into the cell a seemingly unconscious heap of pale and blond.  The guards hadn't bothered to tie him up this time, he looked so far gone.

"Be quiet, Napoleon.  Let us at least have the appearance of stealth."

"Oh, I guess you're sort of faking it."

"Yes, that's what this is."

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He's our brave Illya.