The Trigger - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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The gun spun across the floor and landed with a thud, hitting the wall of the old cabin.  Two men scrambled furiously toward it, each one hoping to reach it first.

One of them was already wounded, his movements accompanied by grunts of pain as he dove for the prize.  As his hand reached the weapon another was there to grapple for control.

The struggle became a face to face confrontation as the gun was wrenched first one way, then the other.  With a desperation born of fear, a finger pulled the trigger; the blond one fell to his knees.
 

The Randomness of Life Chapter 47~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 6/19

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Prompted by: The Petit Vieux~ Robert Service

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I'll assume a dashing air, laugh with loud Ha! ha! . . .

Napoleon Solo stepped from the dressing room in Del Floria’s reserved for regular cliente. He did a quick turn, modeling his new double-breasted suit in the triple mirror.

“You cut a dashing figure Mr. Solo,” Del smiled.

“Thanks to you sir.”

The tailor smiled, appreciating the compliment.

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Scotches daily, gayly quaff, puff a fierce cigar.

Solo headed over to the Mask Club, meeting his partner there for drinks and dinner. A well deserved evening, enjoying each others company and to tell stories to the younger agents like a pair of old war horses.

“Well maybe not old,” Napoleon thought, checking himself in the mirror, again.

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And in fashionable togs to the races go,

“Bozhe moy, not another new suit?” Illya blurted out as his partner seated himself at the bar.

“What’s wrong with a new suit? You could do with one...or two yourself.”

“There is plenty of life left in this one,” Illya swore, shoving his hand in his pocket and tearing it.

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Sow your nice tame oats and then . . . Hi, boys! Let 'er rip.

After much liquor and passing on dinner, Napoleon convinced his Russian to order a new suit from Del.

Illya stood there in the dressing room, just a little unsteady, as his measurements were taken.

“It’ll be ready Thursday,” Del said. “What color you want again?”

“Black.”

Napoleon crinkled his nose...

A Little Drabble Do Ya: You Like Me!

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“What brings you to the lab, Napoleon?”

“You, Illya. Ready for lunch?”

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“Careful, you big ox! That beaker contains a corrosive acid! You could have spilled it!”

The CEA looked shocked and then chastened. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Illya realized with a start, I have hurt his feelings! “You could have been badly burned,” he explained, “I do not want you to get hurt.”

Napoleon’s smile returned. “You like me!”

“Do not be ridiculous. You are my superior and therefore, must be protected.”

“I am your partner and you like me.”

“You are a blockhead, Napoleon.”

“That you like.”

“Yes.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Lost And Found Part 7

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Link to Part Six: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/339348.html

A Double Drabble.

Napoleon entered HQ and was informed that Waverly wanted to see him. Before going to see his boss, he sat in his office, gathering his thoughts about what he’d been through the past few weeks, parts of which he was still suspicious about.

His heart fluttered as he saw Illya’s desk…. No it wasn’t true, he couldn’t be dead.

Suddenly his chest felt tight and he grabbed it, forcing deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

When the discomfort subsided he went to Waverly. After a brief discussion with the Old Man, he was sent to Medical, for once willingly.


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Illya’s first stop was the communications room. If they could remotely activate Napoleon’s implanted device, there would be a broadcasting signal. He scanned the airwaves for just such a thing; it would also give away THRUSH’s lair.

He tracked Napoleon as he moved through HQ and was happy to see Solo’d arrived at Medical; now they could find out about this bomb and hopefully disarm it.

While the doctors worked on his partner, keeping him informed of their findings, he’d been busy following the signal back to its source.

“Yes, there you are,” Kuryakin smiled as he made new plans.