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Napoleon smiled with amusement as he entered the U.N.C.L.E. car pool. Not knowing he was being observed, Illya was caressing the hood of one of the vehicles, while looking longingly at another. He suddenly turned and strode over to a third, before going back to the first one. Napoleon stepped out into the open.
“Have you decided which one to take yet? He asked.
Illya managed not to show that his partner had startled him.
“It matters not which vehicle we use, as long as it serves its purpose.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Tovarisch,” Napoleon replied, with a knowing grin.
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“Have you decided which one to take yet? He asked.
Illya managed not to show that his partner had startled him.
“It matters not which vehicle we use, as long as it serves its purpose.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Tovarisch,” Napoleon replied, with a knowing grin.
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Date: 2017-08-30 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-08-31 08:09 pm (UTC)I'm sure they would have come to a good decision. . . eventually.