The Randomness of Life Chapter 55 for the Wednesday challenge "A little Drabble Do Ya"

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Prompted by:  What Twigs We held by—Emily Dickinson

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To take Momentum—

Napoleon Solo ran across the green with the intention of getting into the

helicopter sitting there with it’s blades turning slowly.

The pilot stepped out for a smoke, and was darted by the UNCLE agent. Shots rang out  as Solo ducked, climbing into the pilots seat,  hitting the switch to take off.

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So scant, so eminently small

Everything looked so small as the chopper rose into the sky. It wasn’t, and he’d have a devil of a time searching for his missing partner.

They were separated...was Illya captured or not?

There was an explosion, telling him the Russian was up to his usual tricks.

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The Discs that satisfied Our Sight—

Napoleon spotted him running from the building, heading for a stand of trees, and doubled back for a pickup.

lllya jumped, grabbing hold of the landing strut as the chopper hovered, leaving him dangling precariously as it rose.

Pulling himself up into the cockpit, he snickered.

“What kept you?”

Dough Rai Me - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“I saw that!”
“What?”
Napoleon sneered at the Russian as only he could.
“You know very well what I’m talking about.  You took the last donut, and you’ve already had seven by my last count.”
Illya raised an eyebrow at the accusation.  It was so easy to accuse the hungry Russian.
“For your information, I gave three donuts to Agent Smythe, for him to take to Fallon who is in Medical.”
Napoleon was only partially satisfied.
“Why three?”
“One for Smythe, one for Fallon and one for Nurse Raime.”
Recognition dawned.
“You’re bribing Nurse Raime?”
“You are welcome.”
“Thanks partner.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Collector's Item

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Illya perused the used record bins at J&R Music World with the well - trained eye of an experienced collector. He wanted to add to his jazz collection, but he did not wish to spend a lot. After spending the better part of an hour at his task, he finally selected a copy of Thelonious Monk’s 1956 album with Sonny Rawlins. He paid for his treasure and headed home to play it.

Napoleon heard the music before he knocked on the door. Entering he said, “That’s Monk, I like that record.”

“There is hope for you yet, Napoleon.”

“Thank you.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Trapped Part 3

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Link to part two: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/377236.html

Soon they were having to tread water.

“Bozzzzhe moyyyy, it is colddddd,” Illya managed through chattering teeth.

“You c.c.can say thatttt againnnnnn.”

“Ittt isssss c.c.c.cold.”

“I didnn’tt mean litttterallyyyyy.”

“Thhhen whhhy ssssay iiitttt?”

“Nevvver miiinddd. Weeee nneeed ttto geeett ouuuttaa heeerrre.”

“I thhhinkkk I cannnn reaaach thhhe graaaattte.”

With tired and heavy limbs, Illya gripped the metal bars. Reaching through the gap, he felt and released the catch.

Bracing himself against a small rocky shelf, Napoleon helped support Illya as he pushed the grate open.

Finally, both agents hauled themselves out onto the ground, glad to escape the cold water.