Round Robin: Higher Objectives, Chapter 15

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Napoleon started out before realizing his partner hadn’t moved. Looking back, he saw Illya sitting, a peculiar expression on his face.
“I wonder…”
Napoleon waited for a moment, then prompted, “You wonder, what?”
With a rueful shake of his (now bald) head. Illya sighed, “We’re missing something, but I can’t quite put my hand on it.” Sensing a burgeoning smirk, he glared, daring the CEA to correct the idiom. “There’s something…odd.”
“Something odd. Illya, this entire Affair is odd.”
“Yes, yes. But there is…I don’t know, something that does not fit at all.”
They sat quietly, each agent going through the case carefully.
“Ecks.” Illya grimaced. “Rather convenient his showing up.”
“True. But you’ve known that your apartment is tapped regularly by the various agencies.” Napoleon’s mild tone belied his annoyance at how these people treated his partner.
“Waverly must know; why else make such a point of removing us—or rather me—from the case?”
“Illya, I don’t think—”
“You’re showing your naivety, my friend.”
A shrug. “I’m at a loss here. Ideas?”
Illya stood up, starting for the door. Glancing back he gave a sudden grin. “Aren’t you coming? I never did get the Spaghetti-O’s you promised.”

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