Discomfort

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The hunting cabin, due to it being out of season, was currently unused. The furniture was limited to a small table with two chairs, a small stove and a single cot. There was the luxury of cold running water, and in the cabinet there were a few provisions. Illya went back outside and called to the man with him.

“It is clear Sir.”

As soon as Mr Waverly was inside, the Russian made a quick check of the surrounding area, and then joined his boss. The older man had settled himself on one the chairs.

“We should be fine for now,” the agent told the Chief. “But they’re bound to discover the wreck and track us down.”

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