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Soon they were having to tread water.

“Bozzzzhe moyyyy, it is colddddd,” Illya managed through chattering teeth.

“You c.c.can say thatttt againnnnnn.”

“Ittt isssss c.c.c.cold.”

“I didnn’tt mean litttterallyyyyy.”

“Thhhen whhhy ssssay iiitttt?”

“Nevvver miiinddd. Weeee nneeed ttto geeett ouuuttaa heeerrre.”

“I thhhinkkk I cannnn reaaach thhhe graaaattte.”

With tired and heavy limbs, Illya gripped the metal bars. Reaching through the gap, he felt and released the catch.

Bracing himself against a small rocky shelf, Napoleon helped support Illya as he pushed the grate open.

Finally, both agents hauled themselves out onto the ground, glad to escape the cold water.

Itttt'ssss realllly gooood

Edited 2013-08-21 20:13 (UTC)

Chlling chapter!

Soggy Bottom Boys strike again. (It's only funny if you've seen O Brother Where Art Thou). I like the idea of helping them dry off.

Prepared warm bubble bath, warm towels, and warm coffe/tea, with scones and clotted cream. Come on, boys.