It had started raining the moment he’d received the news of his partner’s disappearance, five days ago. Since then, it had been unrelenting, as though the heavens themselves couldn’t bear the loss. He’d worked tirelessly in that time, trying to find any lead to the missing agent’s location, but could find nothing. As he watched the water run down his apartment window, Illya wondered if Napoleon would ever been seen again. His contemplation was interrupted by his communicator.
“He’s been found,” an excited voice told him. “Napoleon is coming home.”
The sky outside cleared and the sun began to shine.
“He’s been found,” an excited voice told him. “Napoleon is coming home.”
The sky outside cleared and the sun began to shine.
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