Solo crept forward along the brick wall, signalling for his partner to do the same where he was crouching out of sight.
There was no response, but Napoleon daren’t use his communicator as its trill would give away Mark’s position.
Slate slowly rose, signalling it was time to move.
Good thing, as moments later small explosions went off right where they’d been standing.
They got off scot free...
“Good thing you moved when I signalled,” Napoleon said.
“I was the one who signalled mate, not you.”
Staring at each other for a second; they contemplated whether to bristle or not...
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Date: 2015-10-21 02:45 pm (UTC)