Melancholy Meanderings~ for A Littie Drabble Do Ya

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Illya sat alone in Alexander Waverly’s office. The Old Man wasn’t there; he was off having a game of chess at his club. Napoleon was on assignment, as were April and Mark.

He realized how lonely his life was. Yet it was of his own making, keeping to himself, and erecting a barrier of aloofness.

Was it good? Was it to protect himself from the pryings of others, or to minimize feelings of loss if an acquaintance died?

His friends were few. No, better to keep it that way; less to feel sad if he were the one to die...

Melancholy Meanderings~ for A Littie Drabble Do Ya

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Illya sat alone in Alexander Waverly’s office. The Old Man wasn’t there; he was off having a game of chess at his club. Napoleon was on assignment, as were April and Mark.

He realized how lonely his life was. Yet it was of his own making, keeping to himself, and erecting a barrier of aloofness.

Was it good? Was it to protect himself from the pryings of others, or to minimize feelings of loss if an acquaintance died?

His friends were few. No, better to keep it that way; less to feel sad if he were the one to die...

The Story Continues... Old Things- A Little Drabble Do Ya

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When last we saw our intrepid heroes, Napoleon was rescuing his partner...

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The Story Continues... Old Things- A Little Drabble Do Ya

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When last we saw our intrepid heroes, Napoleon was rescuing his partner...

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A little Drabble will do ya----CEA and paperwork

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As CEA of section 2, Napoleon has various responsiblities.  Here is a look into his role and the paperwork involved through a series of Drabbles.
(Note the first drabble is a repeat of one from March but the rest are new).

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A little Drabble will do ya----CEA and paperwork

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As CEA of section 2, Napoleon has various responsiblities.  Here is a look into his role and the paperwork involved through a series of Drabbles.
(Note the first drabble is a repeat of one from March but the rest are new).

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A Little Drabble Do Ya: Dental Problems

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“Ow!” Napoleon exclaimed as he dropped his fork and grabbed his jaw, “My tooth broke!”

“Fortunately for you the dentist is in Medical today; you better go now before he gets busy.”

“I’ll just take some aspirin.”

The Russian sat back and stared at his partner.  He pointed and laughed, “You are afraid!”

Eyes narrowing, Napoleon declared, “I am not!  I have reports to write is all.”

“Prove it!  Go get your tooth fixed.  We leave for Algiers in three days.  This cannot be an issue.  Seriously; go, Napoleon.  Now.”

“Will you accompany me?”

“Da.  I will protect you!”

“Funny.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Dental Problems

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“Ow!” Napoleon exclaimed as he dropped his fork and grabbed his jaw, “My tooth broke!”

“Fortunately for you the dentist is in Medical today; you better go now before he gets busy.”

“I’ll just take some aspirin.”

The Russian sat back and stared at his partner.  He pointed and laughed, “You are afraid!”

Eyes narrowing, Napoleon declared, “I am not!  I have reports to write is all.”

“Prove it!  Go get your tooth fixed.  We leave for Algiers in three days.  This cannot be an issue.  Seriously; go, Napoleon.  Now.”

“Will you accompany me?”

“Da.  I will protect you!”

“Funny.”

The Randomness of Life~Chapter Four~ for a Little Drabble Do Ya

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Half-drabbles inspired by single lines from a poem.

link to Chapter 3 :http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/89225.html
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Prompted by: The Strangest Creature On Earth ~Nazim Hikmet

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always in a sparrow's flutter.

The bird caught his attention as it flew from the bushes. Something had startled it.
Illya heard a twig snap, and he raised his weapon, aiming at the sound.

There was a rustle, and Napoleon stepped out, zipping his fly.

Sigh. “Next time take a piss somewhere farther away, please?”

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Not one, not five--

A shot ricocheted above their heads, then another. Chips of brick rained down on  them as they hid behind their meager cover.

“Why is it we’re always outnumbered?” The American complained.”Why can’t we  be in the majority for once?”

“Keep hitting your targets and we will be.” Illya smiled.

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and run, almost proudly, to the slaughterhouse.

As usual, they were outnumbered again. They had a mission to complete at all cost, even if it meant their lives... no choice now.

Napoleon looked into Illya’s cold blue eyes, saying a wordless goodbye. “Shall we  tovarisch?”

“Once more unto the breach, dear friend, once more,” Illya smiled.

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is thanks to you.

Napoleon sat his vigil at his partner’s bedside, as he’d done so many times  before.  Illya always managed to pull through, even under the worst of circumstances.

Still Solo worried. There was always that small chance...

Those blue eyes fluttered open, speaking volumes without a word being said.

“Welcome back.”

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but most of the fault, my dear brother, is yours.

“Ow!” Illya yelped, “Kindly remove your knee from my back.”

“Can’t... wedged in here like a sardine in a can.”

“Must you make your analogy using food. I am very hungry.”

“You’re always hungry. Never mind...just move to the side.”

“There is no side....ow! You did that on purpose.”

The Randomness of Life~Chapter Four~ for a Little Drabble Do Ya

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Half-drabbles inspired by single lines from a poem.

link to Chapter 3 :http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/89225.html
___________________________________________________________________
.

Prompted by: The Strangest Creature On Earth ~Nazim Hikmet

.

always in a sparrow's flutter.

The bird caught his attention as it flew from the bushes. Something had startled it.
Illya heard a twig snap, and he raised his weapon, aiming at the sound.

There was a rustle, and Napoleon stepped out, zipping his fly.

Sigh. “Next time take a piss somewhere farther away, please?”

.

Not one, not five--

A shot ricocheted above their heads, then another. Chips of brick rained down on  them as they hid behind their meager cover.

“Why is it we’re always outnumbered?” The American complained.”Why can’t we  be in the majority for once?”

“Keep hitting your targets and we will be.” Illya smiled.

.


and run, almost proudly, to the slaughterhouse.

As usual, they were outnumbered again. They had a mission to complete at all cost, even if it meant their lives... no choice now.

Napoleon looked into Illya’s cold blue eyes, saying a wordless goodbye. “Shall we  tovarisch?”

“Once more unto the breach, dear friend, once more,” Illya smiled.

.

is thanks to you.

Napoleon sat his vigil at his partner’s bedside, as he’d done so many times  before.  Illya always managed to pull through, even under the worst of circumstances.

Still Solo worried. There was always that small chance...

Those blue eyes fluttered open, speaking volumes without a word being said.

“Welcome back.”

.


but most of the fault, my dear brother, is yours.

“Ow!” Illya yelped, “Kindly remove your knee from my back.”

“Can’t... wedged in here like a sardine in a can.”

“Must you make your analogy using food. I am very hungry.”

“You’re always hungry. Never mind...just move to the side.”

“There is no side....ow! You did that on purpose.”