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section7mfuIllya hurried out of the room the fortune clenched in his hand. "He who spends time seeking wisdom in fortune cookie loses against evil. Boom!" Mr. Waverly must know immediately. UNCLE headquarters needed to be evacuated. He entered the elevator, pushed the necessary button. Dizziness overcame him. Nausea and blurred vision overwhelmed as cold sweat broke out on his face. If Illya didn't know better, he would have guessed he had been poisoned. The fortune cookies? Lisa Rogers heard the ding of the elevator and looked up as the doors opened. Illya Kuryakin laid in a heap on the floor.
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Date: 2015-09-25 02:02 am (UTC)So hmm. It would seem the idea of messages in the cookies was all a ploy to get the cookies into U.N.C.L.E. HQ? How devious!
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Date: 2015-09-25 02:06 am (UTC)