Chapter 1
Chapter 2
“There is another Russian saying...a beggar's greatest windfall is to pick up something that has been lost, but to regain one's own self is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.”
“Gentlemen, enough about the finer...ahem, 'points' of needles in haystacks. Waverly chuckled. Report to me as soon as you find something.”
The partners immediately retreated to the corridor.
“I think this is going to require a scientific approach, rather than footwork,”Illya said. He removed his tinted glasses, slipping them into his breast pocket.
“I’m game. So what do you have in mind?”
They went down Research and Development and Illya, after putting on a white lab coat, began to fiddle with some electronic equipment, an oscilloscope to be precise.
Solo was familiar with it from having been used when tracking signals while searching in an UNCLE van.
“You really need me for this tovarisch?” Solo didn’t share his partner’s penchant for technology.
“Feel free to ask any questions,” Illya told him point blank.”If not, get us some sandwiches from the Commissary; it is going to take me some time to modify this unit.”
“Sure…”Napoleon left, feeling like he’d been given the brush off.
Chapter 4
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Date: 2016-02-16 08:51 pm (UTC)(Ps, I am just about to post a drabble myself, but I promise I didn't nick the idea from you, LOL.)
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Date: 2016-02-16 09:13 pm (UTC)