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section7mfuI 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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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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Date: 2016-04-28 08:11 am (UTC)