Mar. 5th, 2013

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One of them would give in.  The Russian was determined that it wouldn’t be him.  The cat was equally intent on having the last long look at this blue-eyed adversary.
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The day was cheerless, the trees void of their leaves that had fallen to the ground, and were being blown into little vortexes by a chill wind. The dreariness told the tale that winter would soon be upon us in New York City.

As I walked through Central Park on my way to meet my partner, I saw it sitting on a set of steps, a black blot of ink staring at me with a pair of golden eyes. Except for the eye color, the cat somehow made me think of that partner of mine... deep, mysterious and unreadable.
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The day was cheerless, the trees void of their leaves that had fallen to the ground, and were being blown into little vortexes by a chill wind. The dreariness told the tale that winter would soon be upon us in New York City.

As I walked through Central Park on my way to meet my partner, I saw it sitting on a set of steps, a black blot of ink staring at me with a pair of golden eyes. Except for the eye color, the cat somehow made me think of that partner of mine... deep, mysterious and unreadable.

The creature took some tentative steps towards me, and its movement reminded me of the cat-like grace Illya often displayed, especially when darting across girders, or on rooftops.

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Something was calling her and she knew she'd be needed soon.

She'd been in this strange new city for a few days now, but didn't know how she'd arrived. Like so many times before, she'd curled up to sleep, and when she woke, found herself in someplace new; but it only happened when there was an assignment to be carried out.

She'd explored the area and familiarised herself with her surroundings, now it was time to find the object of her mission, the reason she was here.

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