The Birds of Prey Affair~ chapter 2
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Napoleon buttoned his shirt, adding his shoulder holster and grabbing a fresh suit jacket from his valet chair; he latched onto his tie, and automatically tied it into a half Windsor knot as he returned to the living room.
“Ummm, Sandra. I’m sorry but I’ve just received an urgent call from work. I have to go in.”
“Oh that’s just not fair,” she protested, slapping her hand on sofa pillow. “What was that chirping thingy? And I didn’t hear a telephone ring,”she asked suspiciously.
“That ‘chirpy’ thing was a pager and I called in, they didn’t call me, so hence no phone ringing.”
“Oh,” she said with disappointment in her voice,” Nappy, I’ll just have to wait here then won’t I?”
She took a sultry pose, stretching herself, catlike, across the sofa.
“That won’t work,” he cleared his throat, picking up her clothing and handing it to her. “I’m probably going to be gone a lot longer than I want to be.” He waited as she slipped into her skirt, helping her zip it up while she buttoned her blouse, and quickly ushered her to the door.
He gave her one last kiss as he handed her shoes to her, promisning he’d call her. Without waiting for a response, he quickly closed the door.
“You better call me Napoleon Solo.” He heard her voice call from the other side of the door, knowing he probably wouldn’t as she was getting a bit too clingy for his taste.
He walked back to the sofa, retrieving his Special from beneath the cushions and looking at his watch, he gave it a few minutes to make sure Sandra was gone before he called a taxi to take him to headquarters.
When he arrived inside Del Floria’s he could sense something was very wrong. Del wasn’t there to greet him, as a matter of fact there was no one in the tailor shop. He drew his weapon immediately as he entered the dressing room, not knowing what he would encounter.
Once he turned the hook, the door opened as always, slowly enough to give one a sense of anticipation. He tried not letting his imagination get the better of him, and took a deep calming breath, exhaling slowly as he stepped inside, still keeping his weapon ready.
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Napoleon buttoned his shirt, adding his shoulder holster and grabbing a fresh suit jacket from his valet chair; he latched onto his tie, and automatically tied it into a half Windsor knot as he returned to the living room.
“Ummm, Sandra. I’m sorry but I’ve just received an urgent call from work. I have to go in.”
“Oh that’s just not fair,” she protested, slapping her hand on sofa pillow. “What was that chirping thingy? And I didn’t hear a telephone ring,”she asked suspiciously.
“That ‘chirpy’ thing was a pager and I called in, they didn’t call me, so hence no phone ringing.”
“Oh,” she said with disappointment in her voice,” Nappy, I’ll just have to wait here then won’t I?”
She took a sultry pose, stretching herself, catlike, across the sofa.
“That won’t work,” he cleared his throat, picking up her clothing and handing it to her. “I’m probably going to be gone a lot longer than I want to be.” He waited as she slipped into her skirt, helping her zip it up while she buttoned her blouse, and quickly ushered her to the door.
He gave her one last kiss as he handed her shoes to her, promisning he’d call her. Without waiting for a response, he quickly closed the door.
“You better call me Napoleon Solo.” He heard her voice call from the other side of the door, knowing he probably wouldn’t as she was getting a bit too clingy for his taste.
He walked back to the sofa, retrieving his Special from beneath the cushions and looking at his watch, he gave it a few minutes to make sure Sandra was gone before he called a taxi to take him to headquarters.
When he arrived inside Del Floria’s he could sense something was very wrong. Del wasn’t there to greet him, as a matter of fact there was no one in the tailor shop. He drew his weapon immediately as he entered the dressing room, not knowing what he would encounter.
Once he turned the hook, the door opened as always, slowly enough to give one a sense of anticipation. He tried not letting his imagination get the better of him, and took a deep calming breath, exhaling slowly as he stepped inside, still keeping his weapon ready.
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Date: 2013-01-04 02:13 pm (UTC)Thanks for the great amusing comment!
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