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

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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