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This is sort of a tag to the piece I wrote earlier today. Click the pic to go to AO3.

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The haboob, a powerful sandstorm, was making it hard to see.  What had started out as a simple courier run had turned into a desperate journey for one very pale, very cold blooded Russian.

"It is insane for people to live in places like this.  When the storm is finally past there will be a layer of sand over the very spot we were to find the document."  Illya was frustrated and hot.  The addition of a sand storm just made it worse.

"I know exactly where to look."

"…"

Napoleon held it up for proof that the job was finished.

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Some of you may remember the first drabble, The Siamese and the Russian.  Today's double drabble is chapter two.  You can find them both on AO3


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“I hate it when the weather gets hot,” Napoleon moaned, wiping his brow.

“I thought you liked summer,” Illya replied. “Especially as it means more female flesh on show.”

“I’m not complaining about that,” Solo said, wistfully. “I just worry what they will do?”

“They? Who are you talking about?”

“You know,” Napoleon whispered. “The ones on the other side of the screen who like to torment us. I just know they’ll have mentally dressed us in skimpy swimwear.”

“They will now you’ve said that,” Illya chided.

He looked around, wondering what they would have in store over the summer.

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"It's really hot.  Why are you still wearing a turtleneck?"  Napoleon wiped the sweat from his brow as his Russian partner sipped his third iced tea.

"I am willing my body to be cool.  It is a matter of mind over matter and it works on many fronts.  You should try it Napoleon."  Illya's smirk reminded Napoleon that they were out here and not in their air-conditioned room because of him.

"I didn't think she'd take the room and kick us out."

"You simply did not think at all Napoleon."

He silently hoped Illya would have a heat stroke.

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This was inspired by a problem I often have. Click the pic to go to AO3.

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"I'm starving."

 

"You're always starving."

 

"This time I truly am famished.  We haven't had anything to eat for hours."

 

"Illya, we ate six hours ago, before we got on the train."

 

"I'm going to the dining car."

 

"We can't leave.  There are THRUSH out there looking for us, and so far they haven't checked in here."

 

Illya glared in the darkness.  It was true they seemed to have eluded their enemies, at least for the time being.

 

"Fine, but when this train stops and we know they're off the train…"

 

"You can eat all the way to New York City."

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"I'm starving."

"You're always starving."

"This time I truly am famished.  We haven't had anything to eat for hours."

"Illya, we ate six hours ago, before we got on the train."

"I'm going to the dining car."

"We can't leave.  There are THRUSH out there looking for us, and so far they haven't checked in here."

Illya glared in the darkness.  It was true they seemed to have eluded their enemies, at least for the time being.

"Fine, but when this train stops and we know they're off the train…"

"You can eat all the way to New York City."

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By all rights, their current situation should have been at least a tad nerve-wracking. The enemy’s tactic seemed, after all, to be a fairly effective means of preventing them from completing both of their respective missions at the nuclear plant before the clock struck twelve. And if either job was left undone, it could only mean the end of the world as they knew it.

But despite it all, Napoleon found himself surprisingly calm, and he offhandedly mentioned that fact to his partner.

“I know the feeling, my friend. Stand back.”

The Russian finished affixing his watch to the chain of the handcuffs linking their wrists. He gave the watch face a hard flick, then quickly shielded himself. A mild explosive inside the timepiece went off, and as they pulled their hands apart the chain gave way easily. Illya gave a controlled but satisfied smile.

“Much quicker than a hairpin.”
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 The link takes you to AO3:

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The link takes you to AO3:

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“You don’t have to come with me.  I can manage by myself,” Napoleon insisted as they headed toward the basement.

“You are in no shape to do this alone.  Why are you insisting on no help?”  Illya was tired of this argument.

“The doctor said you shouldn’t try walking without someone accompanying you.”

Just then they arrived at Physical Therapy.   The therapist spotted them and broke into a smile.

“I’ll take over Mr. Kuryakin.  Oh you poor dear, Mr. Solo.  Let me help you into a wheelchair. Don’t want you tiring out too fast do we?”

“I should have known,” Illya whispered.

Napoleon flashed Illya a mischievous grin.  “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Napoleon said looking at her with puppy dog eyes and giving her a seductive smile. “Thanks, Denise.  It was a long walk.   I just hate being a bother to my friends and your department. Besides, the doctor did say I should try walking more.”

“Let me get you a glass of juice before your exercises.   Afterward, we’ll have a good lunch to help strengthen your leg muscles.”

“That would be enjoyable,” Napoleon said
shooing Illya away.

Rolling his eyes, Illya left Napoleon in Denise eager hands.

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