Non-Challenge Post: The Peaceful Meadows Affair, 6/?

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Title: The Peaceful Meadows Affair, chapter 6
Summary: Napoleon and Illya try to make sense of things while grocery shopping. As usual, things don't go as planned.


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It's Wednesday and Time for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Wednesdays aren't Wednesday without drabbles.  One Hundred Words... that's 100... Tell your story with just  100 words and find out just how effective brevity can be.

"The Little Diomede Affair" Chapter 4

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Links to :Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2 continued Chapter 3


The wiley Kuryakin flashed his most sincere look to Irina Lezarev, and using those baby blues of his that had send chills down an enemy's spine; he easily swayed her, even though he was a complete stranger to her.

Like Napoloeon, Illya had his powers of persuasion, though he rarely used them to seduce a woman.

“Ivy, I am sure there is nothing ominous going on,” he lied, knowing it was for the best.

“You think so?”

“What else could it be but that? I am sure the government does not want to get the village’s hopes up about laying pipes, yes?”

She smiled at that as plumbing would be wonderful. “But where are my manners? Could I offer you some tea? It’s a chilly day out there and I think some snow’s on the way. You have somewhere to stay?”

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"Where's Illya?" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Napoleon Solo walked tentatively through the grave yard looking for his partner.  Illya surveillance there but never returned after being notified over only twenty minutes ago the assignment was finished.

“Bad guys subdued, come in from the cold tovarisch,”Napoleon radioed.

“On my way,”Kuryakin acknowledged.

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“Illya where are you?” Solo called, walking into the cemetary. There was a cold wind rustling the fallen leaves covering the ground.

“Tovarisch?” Napoleon was now worried.

The leaves at his feet stirred again.

“Baaaaaah!” The Russian jumped up at him.

“Very funny! You nearly made me faint... pal!”

“Nearly? Tsk, losing my touch…”

Hacer Las Paces - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"I am unfamiliar with that term."

Whack!

"Perhaps you need a reminder Señor Kuryakin."

Another Whack across the swollen face.

"No, that doesn't bring anything to mind."

Whack!

Napoleon cringed at what his partner was doing.  Kuryakin could aggravate people into the most brutal frenzies…

"Say, maybe I know something.  Why haven't you asked me about your precious  whatchamacallit?"  Solo figured if he could distract their captor then  one of them could …

Whack!

Nope, this woman seemed to prefer Illya. What was the real issue here?

"Say, did he refuse to kiss you or something?"

She turned to Napoleon…

Whack!

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***hacer las paces means to kiss and make up :D

Inevitable - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - July 1st

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Illya Kuryakin ignored the whispers and the blatant stares as he hurried towards the office he shared with the CEA, Napoleon Solo. As far as he was concerned, his partner was entirely to blame for his current state, and he intended to let him know exactly what he thought of him.

Entering the office, Illya stopped Napoleon before he could say anything.

“Next time you need someone for a stakeout, don’t ask me. You should have known this would happen.

Solo took in the paler than usual hair atop a lobster pink face."

“I take it that it’s hot today.”

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Obsession - Pic fic Tuesday (even though it's Wednesday)

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One day late, and several dollars short. I didn't get the idea for this until late last night, so please forgive it being posted on the wrong day.

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Napoleon Solo hated public dead drops. This was especially the case with a location such as the New York Aquarium at Coney Island. Thankfully, with it being early winter, there were fewer visitors, but it still meant more innocents than he would have liked. Still, his instructions had been clear; slide the package behind the trashcan, next to the walruses, at 11:30. Glancing at his watch, Solo noted that he still had five minutes to wait. He’d made sure to arrive earlier than necessary in order to appear like any other visitor. As he slowly drifted to the walrus enclosure, Napoleon heard a woman screech out his name. Turning toward the sound he came face to face with his new neighbour.

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