The Face in the Fog chapter 19
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“Here! Follow my voice, I am standing on a wooden crate.”
A sharp rattle came from Solo’s right. Slowly pulling off his coat; he tossed it over the snake before it could strike, stamping with his foot until the noise ceased.
“More?”
“I do not think so.”
He could hear a loud sigh, then a thud. “Illya where are you?”
“Down here,” he answered.
Napoleon felt his way along the floor until he reached him. “You okay?”
“I have been better.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
“The door is chained,” Illya said unhappily.
“Ah, but the hinges are rusted.”
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“Here! Follow my voice, I am standing on a wooden crate.”
A sharp rattle came from Solo’s right. Slowly pulling off his coat; he tossed it over the snake before it could strike, stamping with his foot until the noise ceased.
“More?”
“I do not think so.”
He could hear a loud sigh, then a thud. “Illya where are you?”
“Down here,” he answered.
Napoleon felt his way along the floor until he reached him. “You okay?”
“I have been better.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
“The door is chained,” Illya said unhappily.
“Ah, but the hinges are rusted.”
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