"The Fortune Cookie Affair" Chapter 20

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Napoleon woke first, coughing and sputtering from the smoke that filled the room. He felt a warm body tied to his back and assumed it was Slate.

“Mark wake up!” He tried rocking and jostling him.

“Whaaaa? Good heavens we’re on fire!”

“No kidding. Push against me; we have to stand.

They planted their feet firmly on the carpet and pushed hard until they shimmied  their way up to a standing position. That shift loosened the rope wrapped around their chests and with a little more wiggling room, they were able to free themselves.

Bits of burning debris drifted down around them as they made their way out to the front of the bar; there the fire was fully engaged.

“Angelique’s doing, Napoleon. It was a trap and she knew it mate.”

“Not her trap but Jie’s people. I swear if we get out of this she’ll…”

The bar entrance exploded in front of them, not from the flames but from a car careening through the door.

It was Kuryakin to the rescue.

“GET IN!” He shouted, and as soon as Solo and Slate dove inside the smoke filled car Illya slammed it into reverse and floored the gas pedal.

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[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I cracked up when I read that 😀