Napoleon had removed his shoes and tiptoed into the hotel room he was sharing with Mark Slate, though most likely the Brit heard him as soon as he put his key in the lock.
Nothing was said, which he thought odd.
“Mark?” He whispered, but froze in place as he felt the muzzle of a gun pressed to his temple.
“Next time announce yourself before you come in please?” Mark chided.
“Did I wake you?”
“Of course you did.”
“And you got from your bed to the door that quickly? Wow, that’s as fast as Illya.”
“I learned from him…mate.”
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