The Randomness of Life Chapter 19~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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We're all getting caught up in the count down to Christmas, so as a change of pace here's a trio of half-drabbles that have nothing to do with the holiday.  Just two partners dealing with different issues while on assignments.

Prompted by: Daybreak ~Galway Kinnell

(three separate vignettes here, inspired by different lines in the poem and not a story, this time)

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and enormous, imperfect stars

“The sky’s so clear at night when you’re in the desert.” Napoleon remarked, looking upwards as he and Illya sat beside their campfire.

“Nights are different in Russia this time of year...”

Napoleon looked at him quizzically

“A white night, one of the midnight sun.” Illya fondly remembered St. Petersburg...

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increased their receptivity

Trapped inside a cave; they were unable to get a clear signal on their communicators.

Illya reached into his backpack, pulling out a sandwich, handing half to his partner.

“What? I think better when I have eaten.”

He wrapped a piece of foil around the antenna. Voila, there was a signal.
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they were as invisible

Their car went careening over the embankment, rolling and tossing the agents like rag dolls.

When Napoleon woke, he found his conscious partner beside him.

“You okay?”

“Broken leg.”

“Me too.”

Their communicators were dead.

“Chyort,” the Russian cursed.

Headlights appeared above them. “I think tovarisch, our help just arrived.”