Pages From The Past - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“What is the meaning of this?”  Solo blanched at the dossier his partner held.  Illya wasn’t supposed to see that.
“I … I was going to tell you about it.”
Blue eyes bore into Napoleon, reminding him again of how dangerous the Russian could be.
“Oh, and when exactly were you going to tell me you have a file on my Soviet service?”
Now Napoleon was defensive, and asserting his position as CEA seemed a reasonable response.
“I have certain privileges, Illya.  And the job sometimes…”
The blond’s expression changed into something less threatening, docile looking.
“Of course, I apologize.”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 50~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 7/17

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Prompted by: In A Disused Graveyard~Robert Frost

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"The ones who living come today

Napoleon Solo walked among the old headstones in a graveyard that dated back to the Revolutionary war.
He paused reading name after name, noting the short life spans of every one of them.

"Times were hard back then." His thought shattered as a bullet ricocheted off a headstone, chipping it.

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How no one dead will seem to come.

"That wasn't very respectful," he called out as he ducked down low.

"Oh yeah, well respect this Solo." Another gunshot rang out, this time whizzing by the Americans head,
way too close for comfort.

Napoleon quickly devised a plan, throwing himself to the ground with his limbs laying awkwardly.

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I think they would believe the lie.

He heard the crunching of dried leaves on the ground, the the footsteps stopped beside him.

A pistol cocked.

"So long Solo, not as good as everyone thinks you are...are you?"

Napoleon rolled over, getting off the first shot.

"Oh yes I am," he smirked, brushing off clothing.

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Lost And Found Part 9 - Double Drabble - Conclusion

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Link to part 8: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/350017.html

Illya observed the THRUSH satrapy. It was in a private hospital, miles away from the facility he’d been held in himself.

The problem was not all the patients and staff were THRUSH, he had to find a way to evacuate the clinic so all the innocents were safe.

He had just the plan. Climbing out of the official looking vehicle, he approached the entrance, flashing a fake ID and making himself known to Reception.

“Good afternoon, I am Martin Samuels, from the Department of Health. We have been alerted to a contagion outbreak and have to evacuate the building immediately.”



“I’ll need to call Dr Harmon,” the receptionist replied.

The medic soon arrived, “I can’t shut the hospital down on your say so, what evidence have you got?”

“I have the necessary documents. Ambulances and places in alternative medical facilities have been arranged for your patients.”

Studying the papers, he conceded.

The evacuation took several hours. Known THRUSH were noted and UNCLE agents in place to apprehend them.

Making his last checks, explosives were planted.

Illya pressed the button.

A deafening explosion, followed by fire and smoke billowing skyward, then just a pile of rubble.

“For you Napoleon,” Illya smiled.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Hot Night

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Napoleon’s phone rang three times before he was awake enough to answer. “Hello?” he rasped.

“It is I, Napoleon.”

The tone of voice made him sit straight up in bed. “Illya? What’s wrong? What time is it?”

“Midnight. I cannot sleep; it is 90 degrees outside and it must be 110 in here.”

“Oh, poor baby! Do you want to come and sleep with me under the air conditioning?” Napoleon teased in a high voice.

“If you do not mind.”

“Your bed is already made up, Partner. Use your key. I’m going back to sleep.”

“I am in your debt.”