OOPS!I did it again! Forgot to post a PicFic prompt!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

I'm starting to feel like that Brittany Spears song... I completely forgot to post a PicFic Tuesday prompt on Monday! So in all fairness, you can post your response Tuesday of next week through Saturday.  Sorry about that. I've been having memory blackouts again...probably due to a little stress.  I guess I'll have to start writing "post PicFic prompt" in my reminder notebook...yikes!

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Here's the prompt:

The Fortune Cookie Affair -Chapter 22

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

My apologies for being so late.  It's taken me a while to hit on my big idea.  This is a double drabble.
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"Sylvia's dead?  And what did she mean, we'll never stop it in time?" Mark was asking as he looked at the body of their newly identified enemy.  Illya and Napoleon shared an expression that spoke to each of them as the befuddled Slate looked on.  He recognized that thing they did, that unspoken communication.

"You know?  But… ?"

"Sylvia isn't really Sylvia.  This…' Napoleon took hold of what appeared to be Sylvia's chin and pulled up a mask to reveal a woman whose face had formerly been unknown.

"This is Dr. Egret." Mark emitted a sound similar to a squeak.

"How did you know?"

Illya spoke up as Napoleon continued to pull off the mask.

"She missed something in her impersonation of the real Sylvia Barton, who is left handed.  Egret handed me the note with her right hand, something that I realized was wrong."

"But Dr. Egret? How did you jump to that conclusion?"

"How about we stop the thing she just said we can't, and I'll explain everything to you Mark."  Napoleon was already walking towards a policeman as he spoke over his shoulder to the junior agent.  April would have alerted headquarters by now.

Time to be heroes.