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Napoleon and Illya relaxed in their office. Leaning back in their chairs; they had their feet resting on the desktops.
“Nice little vacation tovarisch; no torture, no angst…”
“Except for last Wednesday when they came back.”
“Yes, but it’s been quiet since then. Just think we have nearly another week left.”
Their office door burst opened and in charged April. The partners, completely startled, fell backwards to the floor.”
“Finally! I’m free of that darned Map Room closet!” *
“Oh no! That means they must be back,” Solo moaned.”Illya? Where are you?”
“Under my desk. I am hiding from JantoJones...”
* Ref to "The Fourth Wall Again"