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mrua7.livejournal.comThe storm ended the next morning, having dumped nearly two feet of snow on New York city. Days later a slight but not unusual rise in temperatures helped to melt most of it away.
Illya had been resting as ordered but periodically he returned to the lab to check his readings; there was nothing unusual so far. The weather it seemed had returned to normal with no outside interferences.
Days later Napoleon and Illya, along with several teams returned to Turtle Pond to resume the search.
The ultra thin wire was finally located and traced to a small stand of trees located nearby. There they found the body of a skinny balding man with thick eyeglasses hunched over a control panel; he’d apparently frozen to death during the storm, and still hadn’t thawed out.
“Our latest megalomaniac.” Illya announced.
“Apparently so,” Napoleon answered,” Prompting the saying that one must not judge a book by its cover.”
“Haste makes waste. Look before you leap. Stop and think...we believe that we are always better off gathering as much information as possible and spending as much time as possible in deliberating it.” Illya, is this a ‘needle in a haystack thing again?” |
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