The Randomness of Life Chapter 52~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 7/24

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Prompted by: Immrama~Paul Muldoon

From the mud-walled cabin behind the mountain

The agent watched through binoculars,  a pair of men talking within a poorly built hovel on the outskirts of Córdoba, Argentina.

One, an older man, of Latin origins held his hat in his hands, groveling to a white man.

He was hawkish in his features, and his posture military-like.

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The farm where he was first hired out,

Illya scrambled through the dense growth of the jungle in search of his partner. He’d gathered the information needed to prove who that hawk-faced man was while the Russian posed as a worker on the man’s plantation.

And once Kuryakin discovered his true identity, he fled with the news.

.

It became personal when it did.

His memories of long ago were again triggered by it. A concentration camp...the trainloads of people who came but never left alive.  The children he’d tried to save, and the friend he’d lost.  Irina... *

It made his breath quicken, and his heart pound as he began to run.

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That's him on the verandah, drinking rum with a man who might be a Nazi,

“Illya, over here,”Solo called. “What’s wrong?”

“That man, kill him.”

“Why?”

“He is a murderer of thousands,” Illya gasped.

“How do you know?”

“I know...”

 Napoleon Solo raised his carbine, drawing a bead.

“Illya I can’t...”

“Then I will.” He grabbed the gun and fired.

 It was done...

Hope - A Little Drabble Do Ya ... A Double Drabble

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The air was fresh from a morning rainstorm, all of the smells of the city washed away for the time being.  Two men sat on the steps of the brownstone where one of them lived, each thoughtful of the preceding day’s events.

One of their own had fallen to an enemy bullet, a warrior for the cause of justice.  At least they hoped for that.

“Do you ever…?”
“Think it might be one of us?  Yes.  And no.”

Napoleon looked at his friend and partner, a question unformed but begging for an answer.

“I merely believe that it is possible, and hope that it will not come to pass.”

“Ah.  Hope?  Coming from you that sounds a lot like faith in something.”

The blond lowered his eyes to see to the little kitten that often slept on the stoop.  The two had formed a bond of sorts and Illya often fed it.

“We are a little like this creature; we do what comes naturally to us and without conscious thought of the consequences expect to be able to repeat our lives day after day.”

“Do you think maybe we have nine lives?”

“One can only hope.”

That made Napoleon smile.
 

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Mr. Popularity

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Napoleon groaned when the phone rang for what seemed the hundredth time that morning. “Please answer that, Tovarisch, it’s probably another secretary wanting me to escort her to UNCLE’s dinner dance. Whose stupid idea was that, anyway?”

“Your superior’s,” Illya replied as he answered the phone. “Kuryakin. No, he is not. I will tell him,” he said before hanging up.

Napoleon held up his hand. “Don’t tell me; I’ve made up my mind who I’m taking.”

“Who?”

“You. Unless you have a date, let’s go stag so I can avoid alienating my dating pool.”

“You are lucky I like you.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Not Much Time Left

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“Today is the last day of July,” Napoleon griped, “and I haven’t had a chance to go to the beach once.”

“Napoleon, I would not know what to do if I did not hear at least one complaint from you daily.”

“Just because you like to be as white as a polar bear doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t want a tan. Women find my tan quite attractive and I’m looking positively pasty.”

“If THRUSH captures us in August, I will tell them you wish to be interrogated in the sunlight.”

“You really are a smart – alecky Russian.”

“Da.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - The Meeting - A Polnoch Story - Double Drabble

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I’m in my favorite place, curled up in Illya’s lap.

He’s relaxing, listening to music while stroking my smooth coat.

There’s a coded knock and the front door opens. I expected to see Napoleon, but my hackles rise as someone I don’t know walks in.

Her scent… I’ve noticed it around this apartment; she’s obviously spent a lot of time here.

My Illya immediately removes me and, smiling, goes to greet this stranger with a kiss.

“Rebecca, vozlyublennaya, glad you are home.”

Hmm, another woman? I wind myself around his legs, marking him as mine.

“Illya, where’s that cat from?”

The black animal sat beside the Russian, golden eyes challenging Rebecca.

“Becca, do you remember I told you a cat saved my life?”

“Yes, is this the one?”

Illya nodded, “this is Polnoch.”

Rebecca knelt down, the cat watching every move.

“In that case I would like to personally thank you for saving Illya. I am pleased to meet you and hope we can be friends.”

Polnoch accepted the offered hand and allowed the gentle ear scratch.

Not being an ordinary cat, the touch brought a vision of the future; she would now have a growing family to look after.

Ref 'Polnoch' http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/254720.html
Ref 'Family' http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/348441.html