Rapids

More problems for Illya…

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Illya had lost his pursuers, but now he had a new problem.  He stood at the edge of the river with a frown on his face.  There had been rains recently and water tumbled wildly over stones.  There was simply no way that Illya could cross that in his current state.

He sighed and sat down on a large stone.  Once more, he drew out his communicator and assembled it.  This time, he was calling to tell them he couldn’t make it to the rendezvous.  He wondered what Mr. Waverly would say.  He could well imagine the old man’s displeasure.

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