"The Lobster Affair" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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A drabble and a half sequel to yesterday's PicFic- "The things we do for U.N.C.L.E." (this story makes sense if you read the picfic)

Solo and Kuryakin were temporarily out of commission after their solution in retrieving a certain capsule Illya had tossed into a lobster tank for safe keeping ....backfired.

Finding the capsule swallowed by one of five lobsters by cooking and eating them was ‘inventive’ as Alexander Waverly called it.

The accounting section did not see it that way...

The restaurant not only laid claim to the price the lobsters, but to damages previously done when the agents cavorted through the place, disrupting customers, staff, damaging crockery and cookware.

It was an unexpected result to Solo’s honesty at leaving his business card, stating UNCLE would pay for the eaten lobsters. Something else unexpected was a case of...well, to put it rather delicately, gastrointestinal distress for both men.

“Should have just killed them,” Illya’s snarled his bloodthirstiness.

“Hey you went along with it,” Solo barked as he dashed to the bathroom.

Silence - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Nov 25th

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The silence was so palpable that he began to wonder if he had somehow gone deaf in the last few seconds. Every one of those seconds felt as though it was being stretched into minutes; or was it hours? How long had he been waiting? How much more time would pass before he knew whether his message got through?

The silence continued for what he could have sworn was an eternity until, finally, the radio crackled to life. The noise had startled him, but he smiled at the next sound.

“We’ve got your location Illya. We’ll soon have you home.”

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Aquatic Attraction - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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“Mr. Waverly was quite clear about mixing business with pleasure.”

Napoleon stood before the large glass panel, hands in pockets, head tilted, captivated by the extremely pretty girl floating before him, her glittering tail undulating in time to the music. “Hmmm?” he responded distractedly.

Illya turned his back to the glass. “We're here to discover what THRUSH wants with this aquatic attraction.”

The mermaid blew a kiss, and Napoleon smiled in delight. “I can imagine all sorts of possibilities.” He glanced at Illya. “If you don't hurry, they may fill that opening for a tank cleaner.”

“Perish the thought.” As Illya walked away, he added, “You do realize that most fish species reproduce by external fertilization.”

“Killjoy.”