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"You know Illya, I actually miss them," Napoleon sighed as he stretched out on the leather sofa in their office.
"I feel the same my friend." Illya typewriter was silent, and there were no files piled up on his desk, or Solo's.
"Do you think they've forgotten us? Napoleon asked as he sat up.
"Perhaps, there has been many trying things taking place in the world to keep them distracted, but I must admit there are a few things that I do not miss about them." Illya smiled.
"What's that?"
"Oh the torture, beatings, being shot and drugged."
"True, but they must have a mothering complex, they hurt us because they want to nurse us back to health."
"Honestly, that is something I could really do without," Illya looked up at the ceiling, addressing an unseen presence."Could you just let us go on lovely vacations without ...entanglements?"
"Well some entanglements are desirable tovarisch,"Napoleon winked.
"You have a one-track mind my friend."
"Yes, I know," Solo grinned.
Just then there was a thud on the ceiling and they could barely make out some familiar voices.
"They're back!" Napoleon barked, "duck under the desk.You know Illya, this is your fault. You had to talk to them."
"Tsk, do not be ridiculous."
"How long do you think we'll have to hide under our desks this time tovarisch?"
"As long as it takes for them to send us on a nice vacation."
"Well we actually have had a really long break from our adventures, it's been nearly a year."
"That is not a vacation Napoleon, a vacation is sitting on a beach, enjoying the warmth, doing a little surfing and yes I supposed meeting some lovely ladies."
"Hear that?"Solo called up to the ceiling,"even our pale-skinned Russian wants to be on a beach, soaking up the sun and meeting some women. Can't you do that for us"
There was an inkling of a voice in both their heads. "We'll think about it..."
"I feel the same my friend." Illya typewriter was silent, and there were no files piled up on his desk, or Solo's.
"Do you think they've forgotten us? Napoleon asked as he sat up.
"Perhaps, there has been many trying things taking place in the world to keep them distracted, but I must admit there are a few things that I do not miss about them." Illya smiled.
"What's that?"
"Oh the torture, beatings, being shot and drugged."
"True, but they must have a mothering complex, they hurt us because they want to nurse us back to health."
"Honestly, that is something I could really do without," Illya looked up at the ceiling, addressing an unseen presence."Could you just let us go on lovely vacations without ...entanglements?"
"Well some entanglements are desirable tovarisch,"Napoleon winked.
"You have a one-track mind my friend."
"Yes, I know," Solo grinned.
Just then there was a thud on the ceiling and they could barely make out some familiar voices.
"They're back!" Napoleon barked, "duck under the desk.You know Illya, this is your fault. You had to talk to them."
"Tsk, do not be ridiculous."
"How long do you think we'll have to hide under our desks this time tovarisch?"
"As long as it takes for them to send us on a nice vacation."
"Well we actually have had a really long break from our adventures, it's been nearly a year."
"That is not a vacation Napoleon, a vacation is sitting on a beach, enjoying the warmth, doing a little surfing and yes I supposed meeting some lovely ladies."
"Hear that?"Solo called up to the ceiling,"even our pale-skinned Russian wants to be on a beach, soaking up the sun and meeting some women. Can't you do that for us"
There was an inkling of a voice in both their heads. "We'll think about it..."