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section7mfuRising up from his hiding place behind a filing cabinet, Illya cautiously looked around for his partner. Seeing no sign of him, he was about to make a run for it, when Mark Slate stepped into the room.
“What are you doing, Illya?” he asked. “If you’re practicing concealment, then I’m afraid you’ve failed.”
“Where is Napoleon?” the Russian whispered.
“In the commissary, last I saw. Why?”
“He is attempting to persuade me to make a fourth for a date with the Grogan twins” Illya told him. “Having done so before, I found them both uninteresting.”
“Grogan twins?” Mark mused. “Green eyed brunettes, with prominent . . . assets?”
“Yes.”
Mark smiled. He knew of the twins and, while they weren’t the brightest of girls, they were very good company.
“You can stop hiding, my dear Mr Kuryakin,” he stated. “I am more than willing to stand in for you.”
“What are you doing, Illya?” he asked. “If you’re practicing concealment, then I’m afraid you’ve failed.”
“Where is Napoleon?” the Russian whispered.
“In the commissary, last I saw. Why?”
“He is attempting to persuade me to make a fourth for a date with the Grogan twins” Illya told him. “Having done so before, I found them both uninteresting.”
“Grogan twins?” Mark mused. “Green eyed brunettes, with prominent . . . assets?”
“Yes.”
Mark smiled. He knew of the twins and, while they weren’t the brightest of girls, they were very good company.
“You can stop hiding, my dear Mr Kuryakin,” he stated. “I am more than willing to stand in for you.”
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