The Interrogation - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Dawn crept up through the cracks and surprised no one. It had been a long night of interrogations.  A new day would be the only thing to redeem the past 24 hours.
“Illya, you know I didn’t want to do this.  I’m sorry if it… I’m sorry.”
The Russian was sullen, his face bruised from the brutality of the guards.
“You do what you must, as do I.  If our roles were reversed, perhaps…”
He didn’t elaborate.  He knew it would never come to that.
She cursed beneath her breath; no doubt this would cause trouble between her and Napoleon.
 

The Randomness of Life Chapter 58~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 6/4

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Prompted by: Tourist ~Robert Service

I sought a shop wherein they sell

lllya stepped up to the counter in small shop in Lorraine, offering the password to

the counter-girl, his presumed contact.

“Je voudrais mouchoir,” he asked in French. He indeed had a cold and could have used one.

“Oui Monsieur, we have handkerchiefs.”

That was not the right response...

.

With doubt I scratched my hoary head;

This was now a problem. The code was the correct one, and there was no one else in the shop. Perhaps she misunderstood him.

“I need a handkerchief,” he repeated. “My UNCLE sent me here.”

She looked at him in confusion. “Qui est votre Uncle?”

Somehow he’d made a mistake...

.


She watched me with a smile.

He pulled paper from his pocket with an address scrawled on it by Napoleon. The Russian studied it, realizing he’d read the numbers incorrectly thanks to his partner’s chicken scratch.

He sneezed, buying handkerchief after all, slipping francs from his pocket... paying the girl as she looked at him
strangely.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Kitchen Fallout

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“I really don’t understand, Illya. You have a Ph.D. for Pete’s sake! What is the problem?” Napoleon griped as he sat by the open window to get fresh air. “You almost burned your apartment down!”

The Russian blushed. “I thought if I turned the oven to 500, the roast would cook faster. I forgot to factor in that it would become…very well done.”

Napoleon guffawed. “Let’s go eat in a less…smoky environment. I appreciate your attempt to make dinner, but from now on, order takeout.”

Illya sighed, “I will conquer the kitchen one day.”

“Hope does springs eternal, Partner Mine.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Trapped! Part 5

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Link to part 4: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/386287.html

The woman led the two agents to a pile of loose hay; she pushed some away, revealing a hidden trap door in the floor.

“In here, you can escape this way,” she said, lifting the cover.

A stone chamber was revealed; similar to the one they’d escaped from, but dryer.

The agents dropped down, Napoleon catching the woman as she lowered herself down, the door closing after her.

After following her down a maze of passageways, they came to a hole in the ground.

“That’s the way out,” the woman said.

Illya and Napoleon looked at the water flowing below.