"Weather or not" a double drabble story, chapter 10

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8 Chapter 9

They stood, forlorn and long-faced as they were shoved into a cell. The place stank of urine and booze; their only companion a fellow who’d been brought in for public intoxication.

“Hey don’t we get a phone call?” Napoleon shouted as the door was locked behind them with a loud clang. The officer seemingly ignored his question.

They’d been relieved of all their possessions, other than a few ‘accoutrements’ like exploding buttons and explosive putty in the heels of their shoes.

Since they weren’t in the hands of the enemy, they deemed using them would be inappropriate, even though Illya really wanted to rig putty in the lock and escape.

A half hour later an officer appeared with a tray of food; three plates of creamed chipped beef on toast.

Even Illya eyed it suspiciously as it didn’t look very appetizing; like his partner, his mind was on the weather anomalies plus the safety of the equipment in the van.

“When do I get to make my call?”Napoleon asked again.

“Keep your shirt on Bub, you’ll get your call when we’re ready.”

“Hey you gonna eat that buddy?” The drunk finally spoke.

Napoleon crinkled his nose. “Be my guest.”

Chapter 11

Comments

[threecee.livejournal.com]

If they are being fed creamed chipped beef on toast then I'm with Illya - blast your way out!!

(I've had a grudge against creamed chipped beef ever since I had my tonsils out. Everyone said I'd get ice cream afterwards and instead I got the sh*t on a shingle.)

Looking forward to the next installment!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Chuckle, Sh** on a Shingle! I haven't heard that in years, and I do agree with you. It's pretty gross. No ice cream for a tonsillectomy, that's pretty mean. I got sherbet when I had mine out eons ago.

Glad you enjoyed the chapter and thanks for the great comment. Another chapter tomorrow!

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

A very belivable session. Even the bit about Illya not being too enthusiastic about the jail food. It probably was unpleasantly reminiscent of the Soviet Navy.

The drunk's a good touch, and I do like They’d been relieved of all their possessions, other than a few ‘accoutrements’ like exploding buttons and explosive putty in the heels of their shoes.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Glad you liked the chapter. More tomorrow!

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Not looking good for the home team. Chipped beef on toast? Hope Illya passes on that also.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Told you they were in trouble. lol. There's not much that IK won't eat...

Thanks for the comment.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I'm probably wrong, but I'm starting to get the felling the police know exactly who they are, and they are sick of UNCLE do what they want all over their city.

(btw, what is chipped beef?)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Maybe not? UNCLE is supposed to be a secret organization with it's clandestine entrance through a taylor shop. I think in fanfic, a lot of OC's seem to know about UNCLE thought, sort o defeats the purpose of the boys being espionage types.

It's a fine line though when you think about it, they're supposed to be spies but are part of an organization that has "Law and Enforcement" in it's secret name. Weird.

Creamed chipped beef Chipped beef on toast is a dish comprising a white sauce and rehydrated slivers of dried beef, served on toasted bread. It's pretty gross...




Thank you for the comment !!!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

That look as though it's already been through 2 other people.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Can you see a picture in my comment? I can't see it in mine and I tried to post it twice. Not seeing it I posted a photo a minute ago for you. Ick.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

There it is, I can see it now. LJ is being wonky again I guess.