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section7mfuAs they approached Napoleon’s car, the same figure in the pea coat was there, his hands spread as he leaned forward on the hood. In the light, both agents recognized him now.
“Mr. Ecks*,” Illya said in distaste.
“To what do we owe this visit?” Napoleon deadpanned. “And have you taken up a new occupation?”
“I’m undercover,” the ex-enemy agent replied. “That’s how I overheard that chap playing back that recorded conversation.”
“What did he look like?” Illya demanded.
“Tall, dark suit, leaning against a red convertible. Not your average dockworker. But you look like you were just working in a warehouse, Kuryakin.”
Illya scowled. “I was in that house,” he said, pointing. “Do you know who’s been using it?”
“A lot of people use it,” said Ecks. “Delinquent kids, mostly. But I’m guessing you weren’t abducted by them.”
Illya took a threatening step and Ecks straightened. “Renegade dockworkers have also been using it. They could work for THRUSH. Then again, they might work for someone else. I’m investigating.”
“I suppose it’s too much to hope that you will share your future findings with us,” Napoleon said.
“If our paths keep crossing, who’s to say.” Ecks vanished into the shadows.
*From The Odd Man Affair. The blond one in my icon....
“Mr. Ecks*,” Illya said in distaste.
“To what do we owe this visit?” Napoleon deadpanned. “And have you taken up a new occupation?”
“I’m undercover,” the ex-enemy agent replied. “That’s how I overheard that chap playing back that recorded conversation.”
“What did he look like?” Illya demanded.
“Tall, dark suit, leaning against a red convertible. Not your average dockworker. But you look like you were just working in a warehouse, Kuryakin.”
Illya scowled. “I was in that house,” he said, pointing. “Do you know who’s been using it?”
“A lot of people use it,” said Ecks. “Delinquent kids, mostly. But I’m guessing you weren’t abducted by them.”
Illya took a threatening step and Ecks straightened. “Renegade dockworkers have also been using it. They could work for THRUSH. Then again, they might work for someone else. I’m investigating.”
“I suppose it’s too much to hope that you will share your future findings with us,” Napoleon said.
“If our paths keep crossing, who’s to say.” Ecks vanished into the shadows.
*From The Odd Man Affair. The blond one in my icon....
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