ROUND ROBIN: Higher Objectives, Chapter 6
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Chapter 6
Illya’s lips twitched at his partner’s lapse.
Catching the smirk, Napoleon made a face, shaking his fist in mock anger.
“How long do you think you’ll need?” Illya asked, jotting: ‘How did you learn of this?’
“Hmmm…20 minutes should do it.” He handed back the pad: ‘Hallway. Dark glasses, work boots, heavy pea coat, stocking cap. My height. Spoke in whisper.’
Illya raised an eyebrow. Napoleon had not specified gender; curious…
“Well, I’d better hurry if I’m going to get those supplies.” Not yet moving, he gave a speaking look.
“Yes, yes,” Illya answered carelessly as an absent man immersed in his work. A short nod acknowledged the seriousness of the situation as he locked eyes with his partner.
Said partner smiled grimly. I will if you will.
Illya’s eyes gleamed in response. Suddenly, lunging, his eyes darkened as he tackled his friend to the floor!
Napoleon’s heightened reflexes barely allowed him enough time to enough to buffer the hard landing. He mouthed the inevitable question, “What did you—”
CRACK! The window shattered in a spray of gunfire!
The agents automatically rolled apart, taking flanking defensive positions, guns drawn.
Suddenly, the front door began to shake! A battering ram!
…and next to Alynwa!)
Chapter 6
Illya’s lips twitched at his partner’s lapse.
Catching the smirk, Napoleon made a face, shaking his fist in mock anger.
“How long do you think you’ll need?” Illya asked, jotting: ‘How did you learn of this?’
“Hmmm…20 minutes should do it.” He handed back the pad: ‘Hallway. Dark glasses, work boots, heavy pea coat, stocking cap. My height. Spoke in whisper.’
Illya raised an eyebrow. Napoleon had not specified gender; curious…
“Well, I’d better hurry if I’m going to get those supplies.” Not yet moving, he gave a speaking look.
“Yes, yes,” Illya answered carelessly as an absent man immersed in his work. A short nod acknowledged the seriousness of the situation as he locked eyes with his partner.
Said partner smiled grimly. I will if you will.
Illya’s eyes gleamed in response. Suddenly, lunging, his eyes darkened as he tackled his friend to the floor!
Napoleon’s heightened reflexes barely allowed him enough time to enough to buffer the hard landing. He mouthed the inevitable question, “What did you—”
CRACK! The window shattered in a spray of gunfire!
The agents automatically rolled apart, taking flanking defensive positions, guns drawn.
Suddenly, the front door began to shake! A battering ram!
…and next to Alynwa!)
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