The Face in the Fog chapter 20
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Together they attacked the door, slamming their shoulders until the hinges gave way.
Solo grabbed his partner, supporting him as his strength had ebbed from their efforts.
They nearly reached the end of the tunnel when a shot ricocheted above their heads.
Napoleon turned, still holding Illya up as they now faced Astarte.
“You are fools,” she snarled at them.
Illya dove, grabbing her weapon, with a shot fired as the they fell to the floor.
He rose slowly, the smoking gun in his hand. “I warned her I had no compunction against killing a woman.”
“Let’s go home chum.”
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Together they attacked the door, slamming their shoulders until the hinges gave way.
Solo grabbed his partner, supporting him as his strength had ebbed from their efforts.
They nearly reached the end of the tunnel when a shot ricocheted above their heads.
Napoleon turned, still holding Illya up as they now faced Astarte.
“You are fools,” she snarled at them.
Illya dove, grabbing her weapon, with a shot fired as the they fell to the floor.
He rose slowly, the smoking gun in his hand. “I warned her I had no compunction against killing a woman.”
“Let’s go home chum.”
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