"The Fortune Cookie Affair" Chapter 20

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Napoleon woke first, coughing and sputtering from the smoke that filled the room. He felt a warm body tied to his back and assumed it was Slate.

“Mark wake up!” He tried rocking and jostling him.

“Whaaaa? Good heavens we’re on fire!”

“No kidding. Push against me; we have to stand.

They planted their feet firmly on the carpet and pushed hard until they shimmied  their way up to a standing position. That shift loosened the rope wrapped around their chests and with a little more wiggling room, they were able to free themselves.

Bits of burning debris drifted down around them as they made their way out to the front of the bar; there the fire was fully engaged.

“Angelique’s doing, Napoleon. It was a trap and she knew it mate.”

“Not her trap but Jie’s people. I swear if we get out of this she’ll…”

The bar entrance exploded in front of them, not from the flames but from a car careening through the door.

It was Kuryakin to the rescue.

“GET IN!” He shouted, and as soon as Solo and Slate dove inside the smoke filled car Illya slammed it into reverse and floored the gas pedal.

"Darned cat!" For PicFic Tuesday 10/6

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“Mi-owwwww”

“Here kitty kitty kitty.”

“Purrrrt.”

“Come on you stupid cat, why would you want to sit out on a flagpole?”

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Picfic Tuesday, October 6, 2015: Come Here, Kitty!

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The Showman - Picfic Tuesday - Oct 6th

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I've played very fast and loose with the prompt. Also, I really apologise for the fact there isn't a plot :-D

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For the third time in a week, Napoleon walked into the commissary and found it almost devoid of any female staff. The first couple of times, he’d put it down to the gloriously warm and sunny weather. He’d recently learned that many of the secretaries liked to eat lunch in a nearby public garden*. Today though, the rain was torrential, so he’d expected the commissary to be fuller.

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