When Napoleon came back after having met a very pretty girl for lunch, he frowned slightly as he noticed the small crowd standing aghast outside his office door. The door was open for some reason, and Illya was nowhere to be seen. Fearing the worst, Napoleon hurried over to see what it was that had caught the attention of what seemed like every UNCLE agent in the base. Pushing through the crowd, Solo stopped and stared, gawking at the strange, awkward scene inside.
The entire office had been splattered from ceiling to floor in black ink, the remainders of an exploded vodka bottle on the floor. Glass fragments had somehow been propelled so fast that they had actually managed to bury themselves into the concrete-based walls of the office, leaving it a very hazardous place to walk into.
"Illya…" Napoleon growled under his breath. What the hell did the Russian have against his office?!
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That night, Napoleon called up an old acquaintance of his, one Special Agent Erin Tucker, who was now working for the FBI.
"A glass bomb!" she laughed in recognition, "I remember those from A & M! They're tricky little buggers, and dangerous at that, but all it takes is baking soda, vinegar and an ink cartridge in a bottle."
"Look," Napoleon said sharply, "Can you help me here? The guy's a menace!"
"Okay, Solo," Erin said, "This may seem a bit stupid, but it works…"
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SO to be continued!
