The Fortune Cookie Affair, Chapter 18
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section7mfuApril tailed Angelique to an abandoned warehouse in Red Hook, Brooklyn. She loathed the woman, but had to admire the professionalism she showed in checking for danger before entering through the loading dock.
She counted to twenty and then proceeded inside. She could just hear Angelique moving forward when suddenly, the sounds of a struggle reached her ears. A man screamed in pain and then she heard Angelique let loose a string of profanity in French and English. I have to tell Illya they have cursing in common.
She snuck to where she heard voices and glanced from behind boxes to see the THRUSH lying on the ground with Wye’s gun to her head and Ecks unconscious on the floor.
“Where’s the antidote to your fingernail poison? I’ll kill you!”
“Go ahead, you freak! I’ll never tell! You’re traitors!”
“Then I kill you with pleasure, you bitch!”
Phht! April’s sleep dart found its mark and Wye collapsed. Angelique’s head whipped around to see the UNCLE agent emerge from her hiding place and her eyes widened. “That miserable little Russian will detest you for saving my life, but I thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Let’s see what’s happening in this place.”
“Oui.”
She counted to twenty and then proceeded inside. She could just hear Angelique moving forward when suddenly, the sounds of a struggle reached her ears. A man screamed in pain and then she heard Angelique let loose a string of profanity in French and English. I have to tell Illya they have cursing in common.
She snuck to where she heard voices and glanced from behind boxes to see the THRUSH lying on the ground with Wye’s gun to her head and Ecks unconscious on the floor.
“Where’s the antidote to your fingernail poison? I’ll kill you!”
“Go ahead, you freak! I’ll never tell! You’re traitors!”
“Then I kill you with pleasure, you bitch!”
Phht! April’s sleep dart found its mark and Wye collapsed. Angelique’s head whipped around to see the UNCLE agent emerge from her hiding place and her eyes widened. “That miserable little Russian will detest you for saving my life, but I thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Let’s see what’s happening in this place.”
“Oui.”
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Date: 2015-10-05 12:53 am (UTC)