by Miss Pamela  "It's snowing," Napoleon observed.  "It is
indeed." Illya didn't bother to put down the binoculars.
Napoleon sighed. They were stuck in the back of a delivery van,
watching a completely empty warehouse. Napoleon was beginning to
doubt that THRUSH was even aware of its existence, much less
that they were using it for a secret laboratory.  "It's getting
cold."  Illya didn't move from his post, but Napoleon could see
the irritation evident in the tenseness of his shoulders. "Your
powers of observation never fail to astound me."  "I am a spy,
you know."  Illya snorted.  Napoleon was bored out of his mind
and he was very nearly out of cigarettes. If THRUSH was not
going to arrive to provide him with some dangerous
entertainment, then he would have to make his own.  Irritating
Illya was one of his more favorite dangerous pastimes.  He
sighed again, stretched and checked his watch. He waited another
moment, sighed louder and adjusted his jacket.  Illya's jaw
began to twitch and he put down the binoc