Napoleon Solo entered Alexander Waverly’s conference room; heading to his usual spot at the table where the boss was already seated. The chairs however, were different, having been replaced as part of a program to update the look of headquarters. Napoleon squirmed for a moment, trying to get comfortable after seating himself.
“Something wrong Mr. Solo”.
“I miss the old chairs.”
Jun. 16th, 2015
Part One
“I take it the information we were given was false,” Illya stated flatly, brushing himself down.
“Up to a point,” confirmed Dr Agnes Dabree* as she stepped from behind the light. She had two heavily armed guards with her. “The personnel at the facility have been conditioned, against their knowledge, to give this location if they are captured and questioned. As soon as you took Dr Graham, we knew your agency would send someone here. By the way, there is an easier way into the tunnels, but there is a certain poetic justice to you dropping in. Especially after what you partner did to me.”
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“I take it the information we were given was false,” Illya stated flatly, brushing himself down.
“Up to a point,” confirmed Dr Agnes Dabree* as she stepped from behind the light. She had two heavily armed guards with her. “The personnel at the facility have been conditioned, against their knowledge, to give this location if they are captured and questioned. As soon as you took Dr Graham, we knew your agency would send someone here. By the way, there is an easier way into the tunnels, but there is a certain poetic justice to you dropping in. Especially after what you partner did to me.”
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