"Another Fine Mess"~ for A Little Drabble do Ya!

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The agents crept along the dark tunnel floor, with Illya leading the way. With barely enough light to see; they hoped it would lead them to safety.

Charges had been set to destroy the satrapy; it was a storage place for records important to the hierarchy. Eliminating it would cause a major setback.

As Napoleon and Illya took a step forward, they were suddenly grabbed by their ankles and hoisted into the air. Once the swinging stopped; they were hanging upside down.

“Another fine mess you’ve gotten us into, Stanley,” Solo groused.

“Who the devil is Stanley?” Illya hissed.

“Nevermind…”