The Fortune Cookie Affair
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“Aha.” Napoleon took a fortune cookie from the bowl and broke it open. “Life is but a dream,” he read, raising an eyebrow.
“I doubt some people would feel that way.” Illya took a third. As he opened and read it, he frowned in bewilderment.
“What is it?” Napoleon asked. “Does it predict you’re going to meet the girl of your dreams?”
“Hardly. I can’t even understand what it is predicting.” Illya held it so Napoleon could see.
“459E725S.” Napoleon looked up. “In all honesty, it sounds like an address.”
“Which doesn’t belong in a fortune cookie.” Noticing something else, Illya’s eyes narrowed. “And that man over there seems interested in our discovery.”
Napoleon followed his gaze to a man at the counter. He was reading a newspaper, but was clearly studying them. “He doesn’t care much about being conspicuous, does he.”
Illya took in the man’s trenchcoat, fedora, and dark glasses. “Napoleon,” he said after a moment. “I think I killed that man in England.* Mr. Ecks.”
Napoleon looked at the enemy spy with new, stunned eyes. “He’s looking rather healthy now!”
Mr. Ecks folded the newspaper and came over to their table, hand extended. “Kuryakin. Solo. The paper.”
*Mr. Ecks is from The Odd Man Affair, the last episode of season 1. Illya stabs him in Hyde Park. That's him in my icon, the blond, in the company of his partner and probable friend Mr. Wye. I have a headcanon where they survived the episode and escaped London.
“Aha.” Napoleon took a fortune cookie from the bowl and broke it open. “Life is but a dream,” he read, raising an eyebrow.
“I doubt some people would feel that way.” Illya took a third. As he opened and read it, he frowned in bewilderment.
“What is it?” Napoleon asked. “Does it predict you’re going to meet the girl of your dreams?”
“Hardly. I can’t even understand what it is predicting.” Illya held it so Napoleon could see.
“459E725S.” Napoleon looked up. “In all honesty, it sounds like an address.”
“Which doesn’t belong in a fortune cookie.” Noticing something else, Illya’s eyes narrowed. “And that man over there seems interested in our discovery.”
Napoleon followed his gaze to a man at the counter. He was reading a newspaper, but was clearly studying them. “He doesn’t care much about being conspicuous, does he.”
Illya took in the man’s trenchcoat, fedora, and dark glasses. “Napoleon,” he said after a moment. “I think I killed that man in England.* Mr. Ecks.”
Napoleon looked at the enemy spy with new, stunned eyes. “He’s looking rather healthy now!”
Mr. Ecks folded the newspaper and came over to their table, hand extended. “Kuryakin. Solo. The paper.”
*Mr. Ecks is from The Odd Man Affair, the last episode of season 1. Illya stabs him in Hyde Park. That's him in my icon, the blond, in the company of his partner and probable friend Mr. Wye. I have a headcanon where they survived the episode and escaped London.
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