Night Moves
Jul. 10th, 2012 09:34 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Illya and Napoleon left Mr. Waverly’s office and headed to their office. Napoleon knew the Russian was fuming so he thought of ways to escape his wrath unscathed. “Tovarisch, it really isn’t my fault…”
He was cut off immediately. “Yes, it is! The microdot would not have been accidentally destroyed if you had not been flirting with that stewardess! Now, we are both stuck working the overnight shift for a week.”
“I was being punished; you didn’t have to volunteer to join me.”
“Blockhead, I am your partner; what happens to you happens to me. You owe me dinner.”
“Done.”