Acting Upon Information Received
“Napoleon, what do you see in that vixen? You remember she tried to kill you with a poisonous spider? If I had not arrived when I did…”
( Read more... )Acting Upon Information Received
“Napoleon, what do you see in that vixen? You remember she tried to kill you with a poisonous spider? If I had not arrived when I did…”
( Read more... )Link to chapters 1 through 11
The word count for this chapter turned out to be 1313...how's that for a coincidence?
“You know what day it is?” Kuryakin asked as he saw the sunrise through the small barred window to their cell.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, it’s Friday the 13th?” Napoleon groaned. “They took my rabbit’s foot.”
“Mine as well,” Illya snickered, figuring that was typical of his luck anyway and it was usually bad whether it was Friday the 13th or not.
Napoleon rose from his bunk and began to pace.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking.”