The Elsewhere Affair 3
Dec. 22nd, 2011 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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The steep path led down to a high brick wall. Illya stood in front of an old wooden door. Worm-eaten planks were roughly nailed together. Obviously it had been patched up again and again, though, it didn't give way under the pressure. Next to a ruined keyhole, a rusted padlock challenged the intruders.
“Ready for some lock picking?”
The Russian looked up. He couldn't see anything but branches and leaves.
“Usually keys are under the doormat...”
“The doormat?” Napoleon rolled his eyes.
Illya rummaged dead leaves on the ground and held out a bunch a keys to his partner.