Vandalia Illinois
On the outskirts of Vandalia, Illinois, a bullet shatters their front window causing Illya to run off the road into a ditch in front of them. Rolling out of the car, the men pulled their guns as bullets whisked around them.
"Illya, you okay?" Napoleon spoke low.
"Fine, just some glass splinters cuts. Can you figure out where they are?"
"Behind the trees, to the left," he said as they answered the bullets that were coming their way. As Napoleon men changed out their clips, the shots stopped when sirens were heard in the distance.
As the sheriff's car pulled up, the agents stood quickly replacing their guns.
"Someone called that you guys were in a ditch. You guys okay?" The sheriff asked as he looked over their car.
"Yes, sir," Napoleon assured him. "Some glass shards hit my friend, but otherwise we're just shaken."
"What happened here?" The police officer asked. He noticed the bullet hole in the glass. "Them damn kids again. I'm sorry gentlemen. They tend to shoot too close to the road. Can I call you guys a tow truck? They'll get you guys out of the ditch and can replace that window for you."
Napoleon called in while the sheriff. Once finished he stood next to Illya, "What did Waverly say?"
"To get the car fixed and make sure your cuts were taken care of," Napoleon informed him smiling, "Oh, and to tell you accounting isn't going to be happy with another car bill."
"Did you tell him we were shot at? This isn't my fault." Napoleon walked toward the sheriff's car grinning.
"Napoleon! You told him, didn't you?" Illya followed him, demanding.
"Gentlemen, the tow truck will be here soon. The guys from the shop will bring your car into town and take care of it. How about we get you two checked over and checked into Jay's Inn?"
"Sheriff, did you happened to have a man leave an envelope for us with you?" Napoleon asked.
"No, sir."
After checking into Jay's and getting clean-up the men headed toward the garage and approval the repairs. Their evening meal thrilled Illya. Although not Russian, the Polish food "Hit the spot."
The fried pork cutlets with cabbage slaw, cabbage rolls, and stuffed dumplings. With sides including buckwheat groats and a creamy cucumber salad called mizeria. For dessert the szarlotka, spiced apple cake with a crumbly topping had him declaring himself full.
"Now what? We're not sure where Gibson went to next. Any ideas?" Illya asked as he finished the meal.
"Not sure, let's head back to the room and figure out what to do next," Napoleon said. Entering their room, Napoleon hurried to answer the phone that was ringing.
"Solo, here."
"Are you two hurt?"
"Gibson?"
"Yes. Sorry, somehow Rodimus found me there. I'm sorry you got into the crossfire." Gibson's voice was low.
"Are you okay?" Napoleon was a concern.
"Just went clear through. It's been taken care of."
"Come in Gibson. Let us protect you," Napoleon insisted.
"Still a few more things to deal with. I'll see you two soon." Gibson gave them the next city before hanging up quickly.
"Well partner looks like W is next," Napoleon informed his partner before flopping on his bed.