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“Chamomile tea?” Lisa asked. “That usually means he’s pretty concerned about something. “These strange weather occurrences; do you really think someone might be making them happen?”
“Though fickle, Mother Nature isn’t that bad,” Napoleon gave her a little salute before following his partner down the grey corridor.
The lights suddenly flickered and without warning everything went black. Seconds later the emergency lighting came on, bathing everything in an eerie red glow.
The security lights flashed on and off in the ceiling above their heads, though the klaxons didn’t sound.
Napoleon immediately opened his communicator.
“Security, what’s happened?”
“Sudden high winds knocked out the main power across the grid. R & D’s weather station on the roof clocked them over 100 mph and on top of that, there were at least thirty lightning strikes in all five boroughs damaging transformers and relay stations.”
Illya leaned into his partner’s communicator. “Are the winds continuing at that speed?”
“No sir, died down. Power outages are being reported throughout Manhattan. Given the dangerous weather, Mayor Wagner and Governor Rockefeller have now declared a state of emergency and are cautioning people to remain indoors.”
“Let’s hustle tovarisch! Napoleon took off with his partner right behind him.
Chapter 15