The Fortune Cookie Affair - Chapter 9

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( Chapter 9 )

See No Details, Speak No Details, Hear No Details - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Sometimes I think Napoleon doesn't want to know what his partner is going on about...
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A stream of curses in a melange of languages greeted Napoleon as he approached the one with his head beneath the hood of a shiny red roadster.

"Ah, excuse me but why exactly are you here?  I thought you were scheduled for a lab thingamabob or other."

Illya backed out from under the car hood, straightened up and shot his partner a look that dared him to remark on his appearance.  Smudged with black, he looked like the proverbial grease monkey.

"This,' he said, pointing to the car, "is the lab today.  Someone stuck a …"

"I don't need to know."

"Pressure" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Illya was being patient, but stuck repeatedly with needles was making him feel like a pincusion.

His BP was being monitored during the current test, and the nurse made note that it was rising.

“Are you all right Mr. Kuryakin?”

“Fine.”

“Your blood pressure is going up.”

“The pressure in my bladder has increased as well. I feel like it is going to burst.”

“Relax, ultrasound is almost over..”

“You are not the one with a full bladder.”

“Done! Bathroom is there!”

She turned around but Kuryakin was already gone; she was sure she heard a groan followd by a loud sigh...

A Little Drabble'll Do Ya: Misheard Words

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Leona looked at the snack Papa had placed in front of her.  “This looks like grape tomatoes! You said we were having kippers.”

Papa grabbed one and popped it into his mouth.  “When did I say that?”

“This morning.  You told Daddy that we would be home fast because it’s ‘Yum Kippers’ today. I like kippers.  Where are they?”

Papa laughed, “Daughter, you misunderstood!  Today is Yom Kippur, a Jewish holiday. Remember we talked about that two weeks ago?”*

“Oh.  May I call Daddy? I told him you were making dinner.”

“Yes, call him quickly before he makes a date!”

*ref. to my Sugar & Spies tale “Of God and Goblins”

Usurped - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Sept 23rd

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Illya Kuryakin was a man who rarely allowed his thoughts and emotions to be known to anyone. Today, however, his body language was broadcasting clearly enough for anyone to read. He sat in the commissary, with his shoulders slumped, and his face etched with abject anguish.

“It was bound to happen eventually, Tovarisch,” Napoleon stated. “It couldn’t really last forever.”

The Russian had received the distressing news only twenty minutes previously. Since then, Napoleon had tried and failed to console the man.

“You’ll just have to accept it, Illya,” he continued. “Your Survival School scores are no longer the best.”

Delicate Manoeuvres - A Little Drabble Do Ya (Double Drabble)

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“Hrmph. Of course, this would all be easier if we could talk to Dr Gerasimov.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Unfortunately, he was killed while defecting from the Soviet Union.”

“Sir.”

“I have a report here which says that he and his entire family, including his three young children and his elderly mother attempted to escape through Romania but were tracked down by a KGB operative...named Illya Kuryakin.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Who, in a remarkably uncharacteristic move, chose to execute them all.”

“Sir.”

“Thereby going against not only his personal morality, but his superior's orders, risking both his career and indeed his life.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Odd that, wouldn't you say? Mr Kuryakin?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How long would it take you to contact Dr Gerasimov?”

“Dr Gerasimov was killed while attempting to escape the Soviet Union. As you are aware, sir, anyone who helps a traitor escape is themselves committing an act of treachery which is punishable by death.”

“Oh, quite, quite. I wonder though. Perhaps Dr Gerasimov might have, say, an identical twin brother who might be able to help us?”

“An identical....ah. Yes, sir. I believe he does. I shall bring him here within a few hours.”

“Very good. Carry on, Mr Kuryakin.”