They wandered up Dlouhá Street, basking in the warm Spring sunshine -- just a couple of workers out for a Sunday stroll. Illya adjusted the collar of his sports coat, twisting his body slightly as he did so, the better to monitor their surroundings for signs of the Státní Bezpečnost, Czechoslovakia's despised Secret Police apparatus. Beside him, Napoleon angled the brim of his hat and did the same.
“I'm not picking up any tails,” Napoleon said quietly. “How about you?”
“No, but that is no guarantee where the StB are concerned. We should remain on guard.”
“That is a ridiculous hat, by the way.”
“I think it looks jaunty. Besides, you said we should try to blend in.”
Illya snorted. “Blend in, yes. Just not with the Von Trapp family.”( Read more... )