Sep. 22nd, 2015
The prompt:
It was supposed to have been the agent's last night of their brief assignment in Spain and Napoleon, as usual, had fallen madly in lust with a local beauty he’d met in the hotel bar.
Illya opted to stay in their room, taking his meal there and listening to the Spanish news on television. He was familiar with Seville, having been here on numerous occasions, so the allure of the city was no longer there; he just wanted to relax before their long flight back to New York.
That rest for Kuryakin was just not meant to be as Solo and the woman he was seeing that evening, dark-eyed Señorita Mercedes Moncada Sevilla, had both gone missing.
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