There's Still Time - for 'A Little Drabble Do Ya!'

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There's still time.
Even as the timer marches inexorably towards zero.
He's nose to nose with an explosive device, primed to take out half a city block, and him along with it.
But he's not worried.
There's still time.
He hears the light footsteps he has unconsciously been waiting for, his smile hidden by a mock scowl.
"I thought you were meant to be half way to New York?" he grouses.
Illya gets to work on the mess of wires.
"Left something behind." he comments, frowning in concentration at the bomb.
Napoleon isn't worried.
Illya's here, and there's still time.