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Napoleon started out before realizing his partner hadn’t moved. Looking back, he saw Illya sitting, a peculiar expression on his face.
“I wonder…”
Napoleon waited for a moment, then prompted, “You wonder, what?”
With a rueful shake of his (now bald) head. Illya sighed, “We’re missing something, but I can’t quite put my hand on it.” Sensing a burgeoning smirk, he glared, daring the CEA to correct the idiom. “There’s something…odd.”
“Something odd. Illya, this entire Affair is odd.”
“Yes, yes. But there is…I don’t know, something that does not fit at all.”
They sat quietly, each agent going through the case carefully.
“Ecks.” Illya grimaced. “Rather convenient his showing up.”
“True. But you’ve known that your apartment is tapped regularly by the various agencies.” Napoleon’s mild tone belied his annoyance at how these people treated his partner.
“Waverly must know; why else make such a point of removing us—or rather me—from the case?”
“Illya, I don’t think—”
“You’re showing your naivety, my friend.”
A shrug. “I’m at a loss here. Ideas?”
Illya stood up, starting for the door. Glancing back he gave a sudden grin. “Aren’t you coming? I never did get the Spaghetti-O’s you promised.”
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“I wonder…”
Napoleon waited for a moment, then prompted, “You wonder, what?”
With a rueful shake of his (now bald) head. Illya sighed, “We’re missing something, but I can’t quite put my hand on it.” Sensing a burgeoning smirk, he glared, daring the CEA to correct the idiom. “There’s something…odd.”
“Something odd. Illya, this entire Affair is odd.”
“Yes, yes. But there is…I don’t know, something that does not fit at all.”
They sat quietly, each agent going through the case carefully.
“Ecks.” Illya grimaced. “Rather convenient his showing up.”
“True. But you’ve known that your apartment is tapped regularly by the various agencies.” Napoleon’s mild tone belied his annoyance at how these people treated his partner.
“Waverly must know; why else make such a point of removing us—or rather me—from the case?”
“Illya, I don’t think—”
“You’re showing your naivety, my friend.”
A shrug. “I’m at a loss here. Ideas?”
Illya stood up, starting for the door. Glancing back he gave a sudden grin. “Aren’t you coming? I never did get the Spaghetti-O’s you promised.”
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Date: 2016-05-13 02:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2016-05-13 09:32 am (UTC)Good chapter!
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Date: 2016-05-13 10:30 pm (UTC)And I actually still fail to understand how cling wrap makes a good bald look. Does anyone have a visual demonstration of it? I'd be very curious to see! It keeps seeming to me like you could see the hair if you were standing close enough, and/or that the cling would be too shiny/crinkly/otherwise unnatural.
(Ecks happened, by the way, because I could not figure out where to take my first contribution without bringing him in to move it along. Then I decided to positively identify him after someone ... was it you? ... had Napoleon describe the person. ;) It helped that the actor really is close to Robert Vaughn's height. I picture him as generally keeping on top of things in the New York area now that he's hanging out there in my verse, but as to what end he's working towards right now, who knows. He likes to stay mysterious ... and tease Illya whenever possible.)
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