Nothing Ventured - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Napoleon gazed out unhappily. "This could be a problem."

"I don't like the look of it," Mark agreed.

Illya shook his head gloomily.. "You could be pushing your luck too far, my friend."

Wait. "My luck?" Napoleon demanded. "Why is this my job?"

"You are the senior agent," Illya pointed out.

"And the oldest," Mark agreed. "We have more to live for."

Napoleon shot them both a  quelling look. It had a fifty percent success rate. "As CEA, I say - "

" - I'll go," April interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, one rainstorm and none of you are willing to step outside."

Men.