Medals - A Little Drabble Do Ya! -June 10th

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Napoleon and Illya winced in sympathy as they watched Mark Slate negotiate his crutches around the commissary tables. He’d recently had his tibia broken in an altercation with a THRUSH goon.

“We should get medals for this job,” he moaned, as he sat down. “What’s that one the U.S. military give to the wounded?”

“The Purple Heart,” Solo told him. “I’m afraid, thanks to our Russian friend here, the idea is unfeasible.”

“What do you mean?” Illya asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“With your injury list, manufacturing the medals would be a full time industry. UNCLE couldn’t afford it.”

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Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

all the comments I can hear from the Russian and I think Napoleon is in so much trouble

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I don't think Napoleon will get away with that one.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Ha! Cue eye roll.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

It's inevitable :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Good one!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

A snort meant to be sympathetic.

I should imagine both Mark and Illya would rather have a steak dinner, anyway.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

With Illya's appetite, I image that would prove costly also:-)

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Very nice, Janto. I like the new user pic you uploaded earlier too.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you, and thanks you. The picture was taken about 3 years ago, and it's one of the very few of me that I like.