A Little Drabble Do Ya: Fog

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Illya awoke in his studio and even though the sun wouldn’t rise for another hour, he could see fog outside.  Fog is an agent’s best friend, he thought as he showered and dressed.

Napoleon awoke and discovered his penthouse view hidden behind a fog curtain.  As he left for the office he thought, I hope this burns off soon.

The partners met in the Commissary coffee line.  “Lousy morning,” Napoleon groused.

Illya grinned.  “I disagree; a foggy morning saved my life during a mission in London years before I met you.”

Napoleon replied, “I guess that changes my opinion slightly.”

Comments

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Excellent.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :-)

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thanks for this ficlet. The extra contrast between the studio and the penthouse was another nice touch.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the kind words!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Good one and no doubt inspired by today's foggy weather.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Yes, indeed! Thanks for reading.