Jul. 4th, 2014
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Napoleon Solo wanted a cigarette in the worst way. He was sitting in a parked car outside of a building suspected of being a THRUSH satrapy, waiting for his partner to come back and report his findings. It had been too long and as he sat and worried about the Russian agent, Solo felt the nicotine urges begin to tickle at his brain with images of smoke curling up and out of the open window.
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Napoleon finally came out of his stupor; he'd been drugged and beaten bad enough for the doctor to order complete bed rest. Not trusting Solo to follow doctors orders, he was confined to the medical until released to desk duty.
Illya was there when the American first woke up, and had been in and out since then. There was no real need for his Russian friend to sit with him as there was nothing life threatening for once that required constant vigil.
He knew Illya would be back eventually with lunch, but in the meantime, he had a sponge bath to look forward to. He sat there smiling with a lustful grin, wondering which nurse would be the one to complete the task. Would it be Anita, Sharon, Linda, Peggy...ah the choices were all good, and they were all on duty today.
"Down boy," he told his libido. "Remember the doctor's orders."