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mrua7.livejournal.comIt was tedious work and hard on the back as Kuryakin traced the wire down through the tower. At one point he lost it as a hole had been drilled and the wire disappeared through it.
Going downstairs, it was again picked up. It ran along the walls, out the main entrance, and continued along on the landing outside, down the narrow steps.
The wire veered off and dropped down the precipice known as the ‘Cliff’ right into ...Turtle Pond?
The string of epithets that came from Kuryakin’s mouth even made his partner blush.
“Take it easy Illya, we’ll find it.” Solo reassured him.
He looked down to the water alive with Red-Eared Slider turtles that populated the pond. Most likely pets abandoned there at one time by apartment dwellers in the city.
The sun was blazing again and the turtles were basking on rocks at the base of Vista Rock’ their heads raised upwards.
Illya angrily tossed a pebble, skipping on the water, sending ripples across its surface. The turtles now provoked, quickly slipped back into the cool waters.
“This will take time to search the circumference of the pond... perhaps diving equipment might be in order?”
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