Smart Russian

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For the Wednesday " A little Drabble do ya!" on Section VII

Summary: It's Spring and the ladies are catching Napoleon's eye, but then something isn't right?
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Napoleon walked the corridors of headquarters with a lively  step and a song in his heart.

Spring...pretty girls, mini-skirts everywhere. His neck was getting stiff from craning to look as they walked past. Finally he turned, walking backwards as he stared at the next derriere that wiggled by.

“Keep your eyes to yourself!” She called out indignantly.

“Losing your touch?” Illya snickered, joining his partner.

“Wanna bet?” Solo smiled, pulling Lisa Rogers towards him, kissing her.

“Slap!”

“Wow, am I losing it?” He was incredulous.

“Rest my case.” Illya stifled a laugh, slipping her a fiver and a wink.

Smart Russian

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

For the Wednesday " A little Drabble do ya!" on Section VII

Summary: It's Spring and the ladies are catching Napoleon's eye, but then something isn't right?
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Napoleon walked the corridors of headquarters with a lively  step and a song in his heart.

Spring...pretty girls, mini-skirts everywhere. His neck was getting stiff from craning to look as they walked past. Finally he turned, walking backwards as he stared at the next derriere that wiggled by.

“Keep your eyes to yourself!” She called out indignantly.

“Losing your touch?” Illya snickered, joining his partner.

“Wanna bet?” Solo smiled, pulling Lisa Rogers towards him, kissing her.

“Slap!”

“Wow, am I losing it?” He was incredulous.

“Rest my case.” Illya stifled a laugh, slipping her a fiver and a wink.

Sometimes... A Little Drabble Do Ya

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A drabble vignette based on the Concrete Overcoat Affair.  

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Sometimes... A Little Drabble Do Ya

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A drabble vignette based on the Concrete Overcoat Affair.  

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Napoleon's Women A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Chop

"Proklyatie, How could you Napoleon? You and your women!"

"But"

Chop

"You agreed to this job without even finding out what it was."

"But"

"All she had to do was bat her eyes at you."

"But"

Chop

"No more buts, I am bleeding because of you."

"But you said you are a knife expert Illya."

"Grrrrrr"

"Are those potatoes peeled yet?"  I am ready to start supper." Aunt Amy interrupted.

"Yes, Ma'am," the two men answered together.

"And this is your entirely fault Napoleon-your inability to say no to women," Illya accused as he bandaged his third finger.

Napoleon's Women A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Chop

"Proklyatie, How could you Napoleon? You and your women!"

"But"

Chop

"You agreed to this job without even finding out what it was."

"But"

"All she had to do was bat her eyes at you."

"But"

Chop

"No more buts, I am bleeding because of you."

"But you said you are a knife expert Illya."

"Grrrrrr"

"Are those potatoes peeled yet?"  I am ready to start supper." Aunt Amy interrupted.

"Yes, Ma'am," the two men answered together.

"And this is your entirely fault Napoleon-your inability to say no to women," Illya accused as he bandaged his third finger.

The Geranium Affair ....A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Illya...”

The Russian went straight past the doorway without entering... for the third time, ignoring his partner's call. Not that it was unlike him to do that, of course, but...

“What the hell...” Napoleon Solo rushed out of his office and found himself in a deserted hallway. Deserted but not silent.

There were voices. Nothing to do with the Uncle daily routine.

There was this indefinable scent, something like... humus. Humus?

There were those red blots on the floor.

He drew his gun.

“Napoleon!”

His partner's voice, urgent.

He stiffened.

“Make yourself useful! Bring water for Mrs Waverly's spring geranium!”

The Geranium Affair ....A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Illya...”

The Russian went straight past the doorway without entering... for the third time, ignoring his partner's call. Not that it was unlike him to do that, of course, but...

“What the hell...” Napoleon Solo rushed out of his office and found himself in a deserted hallway. Deserted but not silent.

There were voices. Nothing to do with the Uncle daily routine.

There was this indefinable scent, something like... humus. Humus?

There were those red blots on the floor.

He drew his gun.

“Napoleon!”

His partner's voice, urgent.

He stiffened.

“Make yourself useful! Bring water for Mrs Waverly's spring geranium!”