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section7mfu2013-12-16 08:42 am
The Twelve Days, Day 4 for the 12 Days of Christmas
“Illya. Illya?”
It was dark, with just a hint of dawn crawling over the top of a dirty curtain on an equally filthy window. Napoleon looked around the room he was in, hoping to see his partner among the tumble of chairs and ragged looking boxes. His head hurt.
What had happened last night? The flight seemed fine, and the assignment shouldn’t have attracted attention. Perhaps they had been mistaken about that, because judging by the surroundings and the lack of a jet, someone had definitely taken an interest in Illya and himself.
A groan came from a far corner, and Napoleon recognized it as belonging to a Russian; probably an irate one at that, judging by how much agony was in that groan.
“Hey, Illya. Are you all right?”
Napoleon was making his way towards the voice in the ill let room when he tripped over something. Someone.
“Jerry? Illya, it’s Jerry. They got all three of us, it seems.”
“мой череп чувствует трещинами”
Napoleon edged over towards Illya, past the still prone pilot.
“Eww, yuck…yeah, there’s blood. Something did crack, it seems.”
Illya batted the hands away, pulled out a handkerchief and tied it around his head, like a headband.
Napoleon chuckled. Just a little.
“What?”
Of course it had to hurt, but Illya would live. He looked funny, though.
“Oh, nothing, really… well, it’s just that you remind me of that affair in Oklahoma. The Indian thing.”
The grin would not subside, and Illya smiled, finally, at the memory of that particular disguise. What he did for the world…
“How’s Jerry? How did we get here? I don’t remember anything.”
Napoleon was back to maneuvering around the room, trying to find a way out other than going through that window. He hadn’t looked out of it yet…
“Oh, no… This is not good.”
Illya was at his side, stretching slightly to see past Napoleon through the dirty glass.
“Where are we? How did we get here?”
“I think we’ve already asked that question, tovarisch. I guess we’re going to have to put a hold on those Christmas gifts. We seem to have run into something inconvenient.”
Definitely inconvenient.
As the two agents waited for Jerry to wake up from his nap, they wondered just how long it would take to get some answers to why and how they had ended up here.
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