section7mfu | Higher Objectives, Chapter 12, by sidhe

I apologize for such a sparse entry. *blush*
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Illya brushed his hair back with one of his scraped hands, mixing the dust and seeping blood with the makeup he carefully applied earlier. He quietly let his partner know his thoughts as he relaxed his guard, switching languages frequently as his vocabulary slipped.

Napoleon caught a few of the words and phrases as he waited out the blond's tirade. A dark eyebrow rose slightly as he took a breath. "Illya, are you questioning my dear mother's species? After all that I've gone through and done for you, you're slandering my heredity?"

The normally stoic man stopped when he realized that the other had somehow understood everything he said in his frustration. "I will apologize to your dear mother. I am not sure about you, though. Although your arrival has eliminated three items on my list, most important is transportation. I must wash my hands carefully before they get infected."

His partner snatched his right hand and examined it closely. The faint discoloration and traces of splinters from the painted sill took him aback. "I'll take you home with me. It's closer and the fewer people who find out about this, the better. Besides, I have a feeling that I'm going to have company later tonight." *Knowing Dwayne, he's going to ask about the so-called FBI agents that abducted you...*

"I'll let you know after I get everything off me. I think that I found several spider webs..."

"After you." the dark-haired man gestured toward a sleek car parked several feet away from the blond's prison. "Oh, and I have several cans of Spaghetti-Os with meatballs if you want after you shower."

(It's your turn, insaneladybug)