Alaska Blues V

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“Napoleon!  Where are you?”  Illya had been blown partway down the mountain, but had landed in a snowdrift reasonably unhurt.  He looked around and saw his partner lying against a fallen tree.

Racing to his side, he was relieved to see he had only had the wind knocked out of him.  Helping him sit up he asked, “Can you walk now?”

Nodding yes, he allowed the Russian to pull him upright.  Looking behind him, he exclaimed, “You can’t even tell a cave was there!”

Illya grinned.  “Mission accomplished.  Let’s go.”

“I hope I never see Alaska again, Tovarisch.  Too cold.”