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mrua7.livejournal.comSolo’s head raced, trying to make sense of the facts.
“Fortune cookies, addresses, an unfinished bomb, Chinese agents wanting to destroy THRUSH, Ecks back from the dead, Wye showing up, Angelique, and the trap at Hurley’s Bar…probably Egret.”
“Sylvia,” he snapped his fingers.
“What are you on about now mate?” Mark asked.
“Sylvia,” Illya nodded.
“We need to get to headquarters and fast. Egret was there, as Sylvia, where else could she hide something in plain sight?”
Solo’s communicator chirped a call from April.
“HQ is on red alert. Dr. Egret is actually alive, but barely."
Illya pulled his communicator calling for a complete search of headquarters. ”Check anything to do with Sylvia Barton! Maybe a bomb!”
By the time the agents arrived, a powerful explosive device capable of blowing up the entire block was found and disarmed.
Ecks and Wye were questioned and released, Jie and Angelique too.
Egret would be shipped to Antarctica; a life sentence in Tartarus.
When all was said and done, the merry chase was at last over. Illya and Napoleon finally gave up trying to piece everything together.
“Hungry tovarisch?”
“Always…Chang’s?”
“Why not?”
Illya tossed over a fortune cookie from his desk, “Last one.”
a/n: Tartarus was first coined by Gina Martin.
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