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“I don’t believe Illya’s gone.”
The nurse fussed with Napoleon’s IV line.
“I’m sorry, he suffered terrible injuries in the helicopter crash, we couldn’t save him,” she indicated his bandaged chest, “It’s a miracle you’re alive, some of the shrapnel lodged very close to your heart.”
Too tired to think, he fell asleep from the drug surreptitiously administered to his IV line.
When he woke again, a paper bag was by his bed, the contents appeared to belong to Illya: his ring, medallion, damaged communicator, and special. Things Illya wouldn’t have given up.
Thus THRUSH’s attempt to condition Solo began.
“I don’t believe Illya’s gone.”
The nurse fussed with Napoleon’s IV line.
“I’m sorry, he suffered terrible injuries in the helicopter crash, we couldn’t save him,” she indicated his bandaged chest, “It’s a miracle you’re alive, some of the shrapnel lodged very close to your heart.”
Too tired to think, he fell asleep from the drug surreptitiously administered to his IV line.
When he woke again, a paper bag was by his bed, the contents appeared to belong to Illya: his ring, medallion, damaged communicator, and special. Things Illya wouldn’t have given up.
Thus THRUSH’s attempt to condition Solo began.
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