Last Meetings...? - A little drabble do you (double drabble)

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Napoleon could hardly hear the pilot's words over the radio. "I'm sorry Mr Solo. We're getting a lot of fire here. There's no way we're going to make it to both extractions."

Unforgivably safe back at headquarters, it was on the tip of his tongue to demand they try anyway. But they were operating in one of the places in the world where they were not supposed to be and he couldn't take that selfish chance.

Illya had more experience than Simons - he'd have a better chance of making his own escape. Wishful thinking. (He already knew Illya would never betray UNCLE under torture.)

"Napoleon."

"Go to the river," he instructed the pilot. "Pick up Simons and get out."

If he saved Illya he would always know why.

"Thank you," Illya said. "I will destroy anything that can tie me to UNCLE so this will be my last communication." A pause. "I will see you when I get back to New York, my friend."

He closed his eyes at the uncharacteristic optimism. All to make him feel better. "You'd better," he said steadily. "It's your turn to buy dinner."

There was gunfire in the distance. The connection went dead.

Comments

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Napoleon's decision was difficult as Illya's his good friend, but he chose wisely in the end. This gave me a chill that was not from my air conditioner...

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

There's only so far they can put friendship ahead of the mission, really. Thanks for commenting.