Genre: Gen
Prompt: "Wickedness comes in all shapes and forms."

The Boo From UNCLE

Chapter 5

Napoleon rocked back in his chair, affecting a posture of casual interest. Beneath the table, his nimble fingers slipped the safety off his Walther. “Well, well, as I live and breathe. Look, Illya, it's Harry Beldon.”

“'Live and breathe?'” The apparition laughed. “Not for long, Mr. Solo. I promise you, not for long.”

She kept to the shadows, her thin frame pressed against the filthy brick wall of the building as she edged her way down the alley.  Dead leaves and odd bits of trash skittered about her feet, buffeted by the icy November wind as it blew in off the bay.  It had snowed earlier in the day, and more was predicted for the evening rush hour.  Shivering, the girl clutched the grimy edges of her cotton jacket closer for warmth, wishing for the thousandth time that she'd thought to bring a heavier coat. And hat. Gloves. Money.