The next thing he knew, Enjolras was in a gray suit with a navy golf shirt. He rubbed his eyes. He had never seen this place before. It certainly wasn't the barricade…
"Illya? Illya are you in there? Illya?" Napoleon shouted as he knocked on the door.
Enjolras didn't know what to do, so he answered the door.
"Illya! What have you been doing. If I hadn't knocked—" Napoleon started, but was too shocked to continue.
"I do not know who this 'Illya' is, m'sieur, but at least you can tell me who you are!" Enjolras replied.
"Um…Napoleon Solo, sir. Maybe I should talk to Mr. Waverly about this…" Napoleon grabbed Enjolras's arm and led him back to his car while Enjolras screamed "Napoleon!" at the top of his lungs.
"Enjolras? Enjolras who?" Mr. Alexander Waverly asked as he handed Enjolras a yellow triangle badge.
"Just call me Enjolras, please." Enjolras replied as he took it.
"I found him in Kuryakin's house, sir."
"All right, Napoleon. Good. Good. Solo, where's Illya?"
"I still don't know who this 'Illya is! Where am I?" Enjolras cried,
"Calm down, mister. Oh, yeah! And, um, I, um, don't know where Illya is," Napoleon said nonchantly.
"Well, there's nothing we can do but put this fellow on a mission," Mr. Waverly said.
"To save a republic?"
Mr. Waverly and Napoleon stared at Enjolras like he was insane.
"Um…no…" Napoleon managed.
"What is going on here!" Enjolras cried.
A/N: That's all I can write for now, but, I promise, Illya's chapter will be coming up next! Review! No flames! Vive la republique!
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