December 7th....A conversation.
Dec. 7th, 2013 09:59 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Napoleon Solo rested his feet on his desk, leaning back in his office chair while he took a break from the tedious job of doing his paperwork and simply enjoyed a sip of his coffee.
The staff in the commissary had finally made a good brew, not the usual bitter swill they tried to pass off as Maxwell House.
The office door opened with a little squeak...it’d been doing that for weeks now and Napoleon reminded himself yet again to call maintenance.
Illya walked in, as usual, his nose buried in some sort of reading material. This time it was the Daily News.
“Not exactly up to your standard of reading chum.”
“I was looking at an article about the anniversary of your Pearl Harbor, I was unaware that 2,400 Americans died in the attack.”
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