"For some reason I feel as if a part of me has died."

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Napoleon sat alone in an armchair, a glass of whiskey in hand.

The mission had failed. He had failed.

People had died.

Because of him.

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"Don't be silly. I'm absolutely fine. Never been better."

Lies.

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Napoleon groaned, screwing up his eyes and putting his hand to his head as the morning light started to stream through the bedroom window. Exactly how much had he drunk the previous night? He shifted in the bed before realising he wasn't alone in it.

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Having decided that he needed some time off, Napoleon was stretched out on a sunlounger next to a swimming pool. Sunglasses on a drink in his hand.

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"Just found this..." Napoleon began, holding up a poisoned dart.

"Who uses darts anymore?"

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"After that mission, if you can call it that, I really need to relax."

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"Rome was.... interesting."

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Slipping into the cafe in an attempt to evade his pursuer, Napoleon, gritted his teeth and ordered himself a black coffee. Not wanting to waste any time ordering something else. Once he had it, he carefully made his way to a table at the back. Picking up a newspaper from a just vacated table along the way ( Read more... )

"Now, I do believe that you were asked to leave. So if you'd be so kind as to vacate before I have to do something that may ruin my suit, it would be most appreciated."

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