"Did you see where it landed?"

Napoleon shook his head. It was a long shot, no matter how this turned out. He chuckled at his unintended humor.

"What is funny?" The Russian was in a dour mood this morning.

"I made a pun. To myself, I just … never mind."

Illya rolled his eyes and looked into the distance. "My aim is generally very good, but I cannot … Wait, I think I see it."

The lithe blond took off running, but Napoleon soon pulled up even with him as they headed towards the fallen prey.

The hunters' remorse was great.