The Randomness of Life ~Chapter 82
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Prompted by: The Quitter~Robert Service
But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can,"
Napoleon and Illya held each other up as they struggled to find cover. Both men had been wounded, but where others would have surrendered, neither of these men did. They'd have each other's backs unto their dying breath.
"Come on chum, just a little farther," Napoleon urged.
"Da, I know..."
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It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
"Perseverance would be my middle name if it was not Nickovich," Illya muttered.
"I know," Napoleon stopped to catch his breath. "You're the most stubborn man I know, but stubbornness won't help when you're too weak to walk."
"Watch me." Kuryakin pulled himself from his partners grip, limping to the cave entrance, a few yards away.
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And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
There he dropped his bloody jacket just inside, and pulled from it's hem the last of his explosive putty and a short fuse. He set it and limped back to his partner.
The Thrushies came bounding along, spotting the jacket.
"They went into the cave," Solo whispered, keeping watch.
When the men disappeared inside, Illya pulled the stem on his watch.
"BOOOOOM!"
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It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.
"I didn't know you had any explosives left," Napoleon smiled.
"My secret to keep," the Russian winked before he finally passed out.
Solo pulled a small ampule of smelling salts from his pocket, using it to revive his friend.
"What was that?" Illya coughed.
"My secret, this time..."