Higher Objectives - Conclusion
May. 18th, 2016 11:03 amHERE is how we got to this last chapter.
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This is a final reminder that the second challenge in the 2016 QuoteME series here on
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“Stoi!”
The cat lashed out, clawing at the well-intentioned Russian as he tried to pull her from the Soho sewer. He grabbed the scruff of the neck, then she relaxed and went limp as if he were her mother carrying her.
Once in his arms, she settled and began to purr loudly, but Illya became filled with doubt.
He looked into her exotic eyes. “No, you are too pretty. I will not give you to Thrush,” he smiled, letting her go.
“Better to look for a nasty old Tomcat instead, enh?”
“Hisssssss.
“Ow! Ingrate...”
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…
Illya heard the recitation from a distance, wondering all the while what it amounted to and why…
Tied up and drugged with the worst kind of THRUSH concoction, Illya Kuryakin remembered hearing that droning little ditty about the pickled peppers.
"Peter Piper picked a peck've pickled poppers and pooped his pants on purpose…"
''What the… what are you talking about you crazy Russian? I oughta…"
That's as far as he got. Napoleon shot him with a sleep dart, then went to work untying his partner.
He would save this story… for later.
