Napoleon Solo walked tentatively through the grave yard looking for his partner. Illya surveillance there but never returned after being notified over only twenty minutes ago the assignment was finished.
“Bad guys subdued, come in from the cold tovarisch,”Napoleon radioed.
“On my way,”Kuryakin acknowledged.
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“Illya where are you?” Solo called, walking into the cemetary. There was a cold wind rustling the fallen leaves covering the ground.
“Tovarisch?” Napoleon was now worried.
The leaves at his feet stirred again.
“Baaaaaah!” The Russian jumped up at him.
“Very funny! You nearly made me faint... pal!”
“Nearly? Tsk, losing my touch…”
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Date: 2015-07-01 02:51 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed the drabble! Thanks!
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Date: 2015-07-02 01:39 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting!
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