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Round Robin: Higher Objectives, Chapter 14
As the man departed. Illya merely shrugged.
"I suspect he is playing both sides of the wall. Dismiss him as a distraction."
After a momentary look of confusion, Napoleon chuckled.
"That's 'playing both sides of the fence'."
Illya made an impatient gesture.
"Wall, fence - what does it matter? I would rather shower than argue semantics."
Napoleon moved to the side and held the door open for his partner.
"My abode awaits. You still have a spare outfit there, so we don't need to return to your apartment for anything. I'll ask April and Mark to retrieve your things. I'm afraid you'll be switching apartments again, chum."
Illya simply grunted his acknowledgment and sank into the passenger seat as his adrenaline rush faded. A long, hot shower and fresh clothes did wonders for reviving him. Use of his spare makeup kit and some cling wrap had Napoleon staring at his partner in less than an hour.
"That's one look I've never seen on you, pal. You look like an entirely different person bald."
"That is the point, is it not? Get ready, my friend. No more delays - we are headed to Little Russia now.
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The best way to describe them are spaghetti "rings" of different sizes in a cheap, slightly more liquid tomato "sauce". They don't take long to heat up on top of the stove (which is why I had Napoleon Solo mention that he had several tins of them to the ever-hungry Illya Kuriakin.)
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