The Hunt - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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First, some inspiration...

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The Randomness of Life Chapter 26~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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half-drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem

Prompted by: On The Death Of Anne Bronte ~Charlotte Bronte

  Calmly to watch the failing breath,

He sat beside her, holding her hand, as that was all he could do at this point. She’d been caught in the crossfire, and took a bullet...a fatal wound.

Illya refused to believe that, leaving Napoleon there with the girl, while he was off seeking help.

It was too late.

.

Although I knew that we had lost

We had won the battle, Napoleon thought , but at what cost? Was her life  worth completing this mission? The greater good, he told himself, but it failed to ease his pain

Illya handled it better, bless his cold little Russian heart, at least he seemed to.

 Was he hurting as well?



 Must bear alone the weary strife.

 They said nothing as the cleanup team arrived and the girl’s body was put in a
 bag and loaded onto the gurney.  

 Illya handed them her purse.

“Wait,” Napoleon said, taking it, and  searching inside. “Her name was Anne, we     need to remember that Illya. She was a real person...”

Zaporoche ~ an Illya backstory~ chapter 5

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link to chapter 4: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/223039.html

Yuli Borisovich removed his hat, and put his bandura down on top of its case, he looked to the elders seated on either side of him and there was much discussion among them.

Standing beside the elders was a man wearing a white lambswool Cossack style hat, dressed in a colorful jacket. He watched Illya's every move, and was presumably a body-guard.

The elders asked Illya questions, being leery of a Russian, until Illya spoke of Father Demya. They seemed to react well to that information and after what seemed an eternity, it was finally agreed upon teaching the young Russian. The way Illya spoke of the priest as well as Zaparoche on the island of Hortitsa were what won them over.

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A Little Drabble Do Ya: Hump Day

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“Thank God, today’s Hump Day.”

Illya’s face crinkled in confusion.  “What is a hump and why does it have a day?”

Napoleon laughed aloud, “You misunderstand!  Hump Day is a euphemism for Wednesday.  Two days behind us and two days before the weekend and my date with Christina from Translations.  Tell me you don’t look forward to Fridays.”

The Russian shrugged.  “I was used to working six and seven days a week for the KGB.  One day is very like any other.”

“What if I tell you I will treat you to brunch Sunday?”

“I cannot wait for the weekend.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - The Pick Up Part Seven

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Link to The Pick Up Part Six: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/221213.html

The Pick Up Part Seven.

Beep, beep, beep.

Illya and Napoleon had been following the signal from the tracker on Dubois through the outskirts of Paris for an hour. They hadn’t been knocked out for long and had quickly picked up the signal.

“Turn right and hang back, he’s heading into countryside.” Solo advised.

“We are not far from the airport, hope they are not going there.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Making another right they were relieved as they passed the airfield.

“They’ve stopped.” Solo said thirty minutes later.

The tracer led them to a house, on the village outskirts, surrounded by woods and high walls.

When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Eight

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llya's carefully made plans don't quite go right!

Link to Part Seven: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/222767.html

Part Eight Below The Cut.



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