"The Hunt" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Napoleon crept along a brick wall; his gun drawn and ready.

Garbage cans tumbled, a bottle rolled along the ground, cat yowled...putting him on edge.

Where was the man he was pursuing?

Footsteps running off in the darkness.

Solo moved quickly, cornering his target. He aimed his Special.

“Okay, got you.”

Suddenly something hard jabbed into his back.

“No... I have got you,’ the quarry whispered.

Napoleon spun around, grabbing his wrist, judo-flipping him to the ground.

“You were saying, tovarisch?”

“Fine you win. Next time we toss a coin to see who takes out a new secretary.”

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Our poor Russian, but then there's plenty of women waiting in line to console his loss. LOL!
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