The Randomness of Life Chapter 33~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VII

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Prompted by: Heat waves shimmering~Matsuo Basho

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Heat waves shimmering
one or two inches
above the dead grass.

They were trapped out in the blazing sun; a large boulder their only cover.

“If we don’t get water soon, T.H.R.U.S.H won’t  need to kill us chum, nature will have done the deed for them.”

Illya thought, then called out. “Okay, we surrender.”  

Napoleon paused, but smiled at him.

“Toss you weapons,  stand slowly with your hands up.”

The agents complied, facing their two opponents. Napoleon and Illya moved towards them, their hands clasped behind their heads.

“On your knees!"

Suddenly Illya pulled two knives hidden beneath his jacket,  throwing them and killing both men.

“Nice move tovarisch.”

“Spacibo.”

Frustration

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Anyone have any clue why all my LJ entries are coming up as readable to members only?  I never had this problem before until this month.

Keep Going - A Little Drabble do Ya

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“How are the ribs?”
“Sore.”
“Your head?”
“The same.”
Napoleon assumed the abbreviated responses to his inquiry meant that the Russian was hurting more than the word sore indicated.
“Can you make it back up this mountain, Illya?  I need to know whether or not I might have to carry you out of here.”
The glare made Napoleon think of War of the Worlds for some strange reason.  Possibly because Illya’s left eye was swollen shut.
“I am bruised and battered, possibly broken in one or two places.  Rest assured, however, that I will walk out of here.”
“Lead on.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: April and Sal

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April Dancer stepped through the entrance of Del Floria’s and smiled at the gentleman manning the steam press. “Good morning,” she looked around quickly, “Agent Del Floria.”

“Good morning! You call me Sal, okay? Then no worries if Innocents are here.”

“Okay, Sal, but only if you call me April.”

“Agreed. You’re here early.”

“Mark and I are flying to Sicily today so I want to clear off my desk.”

“I’ll give you names of wonderful restaurants in Palermo and Bari. If you have time, you go.”

“That’s lovely, Sal.”

“We look out for each other, April.”

“That we do.”