Misty - A Little DrabbleDo Ya! - April 27th

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I hope no-one minds me cheating a little by basing my drabble on yesterday's picfic prompt.



Illya was not a lover of fog, but as he crept along the mist-shrouded beach, he was grateful for its cover. It meant he could approach shack virtually unseen. The one man on guard had no idea of Illya’s presence until he felt a thud at the base of his neck.

Checking there was no-one else around, the Russian took the insensible guard’s keys and unlocked the door of the shack. Inside, he found a bound Napoleon Solo. He released his partner and helped him to his feet.

“It’s about time, “Solo complained. “This damp fog is ruining my suit.”

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Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Good last line, very ic. Thanks for this believable scene.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Oh yes the clothes come first

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Natuarlly. The suit is more important than his own self.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Ha! It's always about the clothing for one and food for the other, isn't it. :D

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

When it comes right down to basics, yes LOL.

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

A late rescue is always better than no rescue. Good use of the prompt. ;D

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)
I think these two specialise in late rescues.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Very considerate of the Russian to be mindful of his friend's suit :D

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

He's that kind of guy ;-)