Chapter3This chapter is up a lot sooner than I’d expected. Thanks to having the time and receiving very positive comments, I had a burst of creativity today. There is one more part to go after this one, so I hope you stick with it.
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Woken by the immense pain in his shoulder, it took Napoleon a few seconds to bring the cause of it to mind. Eventually, he remembered Illya and Alexey and THRUSH. He struggled to his feet and took a quick glance around the house. There was clearly no-one else in the building, but Napoleon was heartened to note that they only blood he found was his own. Finding Illya’s gun, however, only served to heighten Napoleon’s sense of dread. Spurring himself into action, he contacted HQ and asked for them to try and trace Illya’s personal locator beacon. The Russian would need to have activated it for it to be picked up, but Solo always tried to live in hope.
“We’ll get right on it Mr Solo,” Mr Waverly told him, his irritation evident in his voice. “I shall expect you back here shortly.”
“Thank you Sir,” Napoleon replied contritely. “I just have one little request if you don’t mind.”
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