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The Hobsons Choice Affair chapter 30
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What! Why me? " Napoleon stammered. He looked between Mark and
April trying to find an answer. They looked as stunned as he felt.
April shrugged and Mark shook his head. "What ever it is it can't
be good." Solo turned to follow the messenger. "I will see what
the lady wants, you two find Illya. I want to go with you." It was
an order and they both knew it. Heading towards communications
April glanced at her partner. "I don't know whether to be upset
at his order or him calling her a lady!" Mark tossed his head back
and laughed. "He is a bit sure of himself isn't he?" She grinned
at him and continued down the hall.
"I understand you wanted to talk to me?" Solo was cold as ice
as he entered the room. "I am in a bit of a hurry, things to find
and do." He said. Angelique swayed towards him. "I wanted to talk
about our mutual friend, small: blond fellow." Napoleon leaned
against the door. `You have my undivided attention, my dear." He
said with a smile. She licked her lips seductively and patted the
sofa cushion by her. "Why don't you make yourself
comfortable?" "I'm quite comfortable where I am, thanks anyway."
Her eyes narrowed into angry slits. "You may want a seat when I get
through telling what is happening or going to your new friend." She
said angrily.
Napoleon followed the trainee through the door with a dark
expression on his face. "Have you located where Illya is?" he
snapped. Mark looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah mate we
just got it. What did Angelique have to say?" Napoleon eyes bored
into him. "Nothing of importance. I am coming with you." He saw
the look between the two agents. "Do not even think you can leave
me here, I either go or I follow the two of you. You can not
legally keep me here against my will." Putting her hands on her
hips April stared at him. "What do you think you are a bloody
lawyer?" She demanded as she heard Mark start to choke behind
her. "Yes, I am." Solo said as he returned her glare. The red head
whirled to find her partner holding out a file as he handed it to
her. "Came up with Mr. James, our Mr. Solo is indeed a lawyer. You
seem to be in a bit of a tiff, did the lady say something to upset
you?" "That Bitch is no lady! We need to get to Illya and fast,
Ryan is crazy as a loon and he wants to take it out on Illya." Solo
stated sharply. April hit a button and requested a meeting with
Waverly.
They had driven less than 45 minutes before Ryan pulled into a
garage. Illya closed his eyes; he so did not want to do what Ryan
had in mind. He had never met anyone who made him feel the way that
Napoleon did. Napoleon had taken him by surprise; no one had ever
thought he was important enough to try to save. Even his current
employer was fast to say he was expendable. That this dark haired
god had found him worthy of throwing a flower pot from fifteen
stories and running down them to save him, losing a life time friend
and still thought he was worth something was amazing to him. He
knew if Ryan had his way that any chance of a future with him would
be gone, and if he didn't do what Ryan wanted him to do his future
would be gone period. What a hell of a choice,
No way was he going to win. Illya slammed the door with a heartfelt
curse. Ryan looked at him and laughed. "Yeah, I feel the same
way." Illya turned to stare at him. "You don't want to do this?"
Ryan stared at him. "Hell no. If she didn't have …" Illya
stared at him. "If she didn't have? Photos? Does she have photos
of you Ryan?" Illya stared at him. "Ryan, does she?
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