If Its Wednesday...
Apr. 9th, 2014 06:52 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)

“Mr. Solo, Miss Dancer I have a special assignment for the two of you, please be seated,” Alexander Waverly instructed them.
Napoleon gestured for April to sit down before him; being a gentlemen he paused to help her with the chair. Though she was a liberated independent woman, she still appreciated those little niceties from a man, especially when it was Solo doing them.
Waverly tapped his pipe in the crystal ashtray on the console beside him, emptying the bowl as he waited for both agents to be seated.
“I have an important protection duty for you. You are to escort a Miss Angelina Bell back here to headquarters as she is very much the target of our usual adversaries...T.H.R.U.S.H.”
“Why do they want her?” April asked.
“Precisely my next point Miss Dancer. She apparently is a gifted telepath.”
( Read more... )link to part one: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/578717.html
They dashed out the front door, piling into the Rambler and taking off at top speed down Valley Road.
Just as they turned the corner, April looked back, seeing a black sedan pull up in front of the Windham house and park there.
“It won’t take them long to figure out it was us who took Angelina,” she said.
“No kidding Mrs. Cleaver. I think we need to ditch this car. Napoleon pulled down a side street and made another turn. There they parked behind a bright red convertible.
“That’ll do,” Napoleon smiled.”