Some Regret - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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The suitcase fell to the floor with a thud as the weary traveler sank into his leather chair.  No  ceremony, no chipper 'boy it's great to be home'.  Not this time.

Napoleon Solo felt old, his body ached and his face was going to be sporting a bruise the size of a man's fist tomorrow morning. Within minutes a knock at the door signaled that his partner wanted in; he yelled and hoped Illya would hear it.  As the lock turned it was evident he had.

Hobbling on crutches, the Russian entered, immediately sorry he hadn't had his partner's back.

"Mixed signals" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Solo crept forward along the brick wall, signalling for his partner to do the same where he was crouching out of sight.

There was no response, but Napoleon daren’t use his communicator as its trill would give away Mark’s position.

Slate slowly rose, signalling it was time to move.

Good thing, as moments later small explosions went off right where they’d been standing.

They got off scot free...

“Good thing you moved when I signalled,” Napoleon said.

“I was the one who signalled mate, not you.”

Staring at each other for a second; they contemplated whether to bristle or not...

Can you feel it? It's getting closer ghouls and boys...The Seven Days of Halloween!

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Here's a little more to inspire you to write.
A little vintage music
to go with some old fashioned scare-fest MFU stories!
Go a head, you can write them and
have a howl of a good time doing it!

Fatalistic - Picfic (a day late) - Oct 21st

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Illya Kuryakin knew he was going to die.

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A little Nosferatu inspiration...

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Happy Birthday Threecee...

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And because you thought the drabble needed a little more (consider it a birthday treat ;)
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Tempting Fate - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Oct 21st

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Napoleon held his glass aloft.

“Here’s to another month!”

Illya echoed the toast and swallowed his vodka. The two agents were celebrating making it through a whole month without a single injury to either of them. Picking up the bottle for a refill, Napoleon was disappointed to find it empty. They’d done a lot of toasting, it seemed.

“I’ll get another,” he slurred, as he unsteadily stood up.

As he began his journey to the kitchen, he misjudged the position of the coffee table, and tumbled over it. He landed heavily on Illya, cracking one of the Russian’s ribs.

“Oops,”

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Remembering the Sweet - HODOWE

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For HODOWE/Sweetest Day
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"What's that in your hand?" Napoleon could see a small box in his partner's hand, and a scowl on the Russian's face.

"I believe it is another box of candy.  Emily from Translations handed it to me and kissed me on the cheek." Illya looked slightly bewildered by all of the attention he'd been receiving.  Some strange date on the calendar had apparently given all of the women at Headquarters the right to fondle him and shove boxes of candy at him.

"It is Sweetest Day tovarisch, a benign little holiday concocted by candy salesmen.  The girls just want an excuse to see what you're made of."  Napoleon was enjoying his friend's discomfort; all of this attention was taxing to the young man from the Soviet Union.

"But it is entirely too familiar, Napoleon.  This type of thing would never happen…"

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Nothing Ventured - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Napoleon gazed out unhappily. "This could be a problem."

"I don't like the look of it," Mark agreed.

Illya shook his head gloomily.. "You could be pushing your luck too far, my friend."

Wait. "My luck?" Napoleon demanded. "Why is this my job?"

"You are the senior agent," Illya pointed out.

"And the oldest," Mark agreed. "We have more to live for."

Napoleon shot them both a  quelling look. It had a fifty percent success rate. "As CEA, I say - "

" - I'll go," April interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, one rainstorm and none of you are willing to step outside."

Men.