"Weather or Not" a double drabble story, chapter 11

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8 Chapter 9
Chapter 10

They sat on wooden benches, trying to get comfortable and

began to discuss the weather.  Illya remained insistent the source of the atmospheric events had to be somewhere in the park.

“Weather’s been pretty wild,” the drunkard interrupted. Dressed in mismatched clothing, a knit cap, fingerless gloves and an overcoat; his face was reddened and weather worn.

“Hard for a guy to get some shut eye on a park bench; hailing one minute, like summer the next and then a blizzard! Went to my usual spot in the castle to get out of it, but some s.o.b.’s were squatting in my place!”

“Sorry to hear of your troubles,”Illya said.”Bowery Mission could help you.”

“Ahhh too far!” He waved his hand. “Sides my home is in the park, been there for ten years now. Them bastards with all their noisy equipment takin’ over my castle. Nerve of them... I gotta find a new place.”

Napoleon perked up at that. “Did you say equipment in a castle as in Belvedere Castle?”

“Ain’t no other castle in the park Mister.” He eyed Illya’s plate.

“Help yourself,” Kuryakin offered it to him.”And tell me more about this equipment?”

Chapter 12

"Fire and Ice" for the QuoteMe Challenge

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The prompt: "The works must be conceived with fire and in the soul but executed with clinical coolness - Joan Miro

I watched them move with precision, going through the obstacle course with the ease of one practiced with such things. The dark haired one, Napoleon Solo; we were reminded he was the best of the best, but I already knew that. He moved slowly and more deliberately than his blond partner, but every step was with purpose and anticipation.

The Soviet, Illya Kuryakin, moved differently. He was fast and balanced like a cat, moving with ease as if he were stalking his prey.

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