A Drabble; A Letter part 9

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A young girl with dark brown hair and green eyes dressed in plaint-splashed overalls stood behind them, her face a mask of terror. Her arms were pinioned behind her and a cocked gun was being held against her left temple.
           “Daddy, help me!”
Clearly a THRUSH thug, complete with the THRUSH insignia on his shoulder, the man wore a brutish grin.
           “Now I’ll get my position back, when I bring in the infamous Napoleon Solo. An’ I get the Russian for good measure!”
Napoleon’s face remained a blank.
           “Who are you, and who is this girl? She’s not my daughter!”