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Mark Slate trudged into Napoleon Solo’s office with a sigh.
“Snow’s coming down really heavy mate. Everything’s pretty much shutting down out there. Don’t you think it’s time to call it a day even though it’s only two o’clock.”
“That’s all it is?” Napoleon looked up from the pile of folders in front of him. “Time doesn’t fly when you’re doing paperwork.”
It was then that it became apparent to the Brit that Kuryakin wasn’t there at his desk.
“Where’s our resident Russian?”
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