Fine - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Two bodies were strewn across a gravel path.  Neither of them were moving and there was a bloody rivulet running away from them, the color clearing with the rain that propelled it.

Napoleon Solo hesitated, noted the blond hair of one man, then sighed in relief as he realized the body was not Illya's.  The dead man was too large, too tall.

"So where are you my friend?"  He let the words escape in hopes of an answer.

A rustling sound.

A low groan.

Napoleon turned. following the sound with his eyes.

He saw him.

Illya was fine.

Always fine.

"Weather or not" a double drabble story, chapter 9 for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

They were taken to the Central Park Police precinct, the oldest one in the city, operating from a former brick horse stable at Mid-Park at 86th Street.

“Napoleon Antony Solo?” The desk Sergeant began to book the two agents. “Now there’s a name; your parents hate you or something?”

“If you think my name is odd, ask him his,” Napoleon nodded towards the Russian.

“Okay I’ll give, what’s your name blondie?”

Illya tightened his lips. “You know very well what it is as you have my identification.”

“You talking about this thing?” He held up the yellow UNCLE ID card.”

“Yes.”

“No picture, and you two didn’t have no licenses neither. Mr. Ill-ee-yah Kur-ee-ay-kin. You a Pollack or something?”

“Or something, and that is Kuryakin.”

“Now let’s see...you were brought in for illegal parking, resisting, carrying concealed weapons and burglary tools.” He held up their lock picks. “You boys are gonna go away for a long, long time,” the Sergeant chuckled.

“May I have my pen please Sergeant?”Illya asked as two officers took him and Solo by the arm.

“I would like to write a letter to my mother.”

The desk Sergeant gave a lopsided grin. “Yeah right.”

Chapter 10

A Leopard and his Spots - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Feb 24th

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“Your eye for the ladies is going to get one of us killed one of these days!”

It was a statement which Illya had levelled at his partner many times, but this time there was an edge to it. Of course, Napoleon could hardly blame him. This time the Russian had a fair point; especially given his broken wrist. If Solo hadn’t noticed the shapely legs of a woman exiting a cab, he wouldn’t have lost concentration and crashed the car.

“Sorry,” he said, with genuine remorse.

Illya noted the tone and waved away the apology. Napoleon would never change.

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Space: It's So Cool - A drabble & a half for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Fortunately it was a clear night and the stars were twinkling over those breathlessly watching the sky. A chill was in the air, and Illya pulled his coat close around him while he waited for his turn at the telescope Grigory had brought.

A shout rang out. “There! I can see it!”

He looked up, scanning the sky intently until he saw it; a bright light, larger than the starlight pinpricks around it, travelling fast above them. “Oh...”

“It's so beautiful,” Inessa whispered.

The very first artificial satellite was orbiting the Earth. And they – the Soviet Union – they had done this.

“What a time to be alive,” Pavel said, joy and wonder shining through his voice.

From somewhere behind them, someone started singing the State Anthem and one by one they all joined in until they were all singing, united, watching as Sputnik 1 flew overhead.