I Want To Be Free...

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Free to post a story, that is.  We have a couple of Open Days this week, today and Thursday.  That means nothing is due but you're free to post either something you missed or whatever you have waiting for us to read.
And don't forget the QuoteMe Challenge that opens up on the 20th.  You can read about it HERE
If you're like me it's all about waiting for the snow to melt, so get to writing.  If you're a reader who has ideas, please feel free to throw out some prompts for us.  You never know when something will click.

"Weather or Not" a double drabble story, chapter 3

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I decided not to drag out the story and post only for 'A Little Drabble Do Ya! 'I'll be posting a chapter a day for the next few days.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2

“There is another Russian saying...a beggar's greatest windfall is to pick up something that has been lost, but to regain one's own self is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.”

“Gentlemen, enough about the finer...ahem, 'points' of needles in haystacks. Waverly chuckled. Report to me as soon as you find something.”

The partners immediately retreated to the corridor.

“I think this is going to require a scientific approach, rather than footwork,”Illya said. He removed his tinted glasses, slipping them into his breast pocket.

“I’m game. So what do you have in mind?”

They went down Research and Development and Illya, after putting on a white lab coat, began to fiddle with some electronic equipment, an oscilloscope to be precise.

Solo was familiar with it from having been used when tracking signals while searching in an UNCLE van.

“You really need me for this tovarisch?” Solo didn’t share his partner’s penchant for technology.

“Feel free to ask any questions,” Illya told him point blank.”If not, get us some sandwiches from the Commissary; it is going to take me some time to modify  this unit.”

“Sure…”Napoleon left, feeling like he’d been given the brush off.

Chapter 4

A PWP Drabble for the day before Drabble Day.

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“Illya?”

“. . .”

“Illya?”

“What is it Napoleon?”

“Would it help if I apologised again?”

“Did it help last time?”

“Well, not really. You’re still mad at me.”

“An emotion I intend to hold onto for quite some time.”

“I didn’t mean it to happen.”

“Tell me one thing, Napoleon.”

“Anything.”

“How can a man, who is so exceptionally skilled at outwitting the enemy, be so clueless when it comes to the machinations of women?”

“I didn’t realise what they were getting at until it was too late.”

“Obviously.”

“We’re only judging U.N.C.L.E.’s annual charity talent show. You’ll survive.”
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