The Last Mile - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"Where are we?" The groggy Russian had slept two hours as he and his partner sped away from the smoldering evidence of their mission's success.

"Hmmm… just a few miles south of Dallas.  We should be there by dark.  How's your shoulder?"

Illya had landed hard as he and Napoleon exited the building by way of a second story window, their target a truck bed loaded with dirt and something slightly more dense judging by the pain he was now experiencing.

"It hurts but nothing is broken.  I will be thankful for a hot shower though."

Napoleon increased his speed.

" Weather or Not" a double drabble story- Chapter 19 -for A little Drabble Do Ya!

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“Well doesn’t that beat all?” Solo broke the silence. “I guess your calculations were wrong tovarisch.”

Illya stood there with his mouth hanging open; he was incredulous.

“Better close that mouth before a fly gets in there,” Napoleon quipped.

Illya ignored him.”The signal emanated from here! “ He was obviously angry.

“Take it easy partner we’ll...you’ll figure this out; I know you. You don’t give up until you’ve solved a problem.”

“You know me well enough do you not?” Kuryakin rubbed his tired eyes. “Still, what was with the electrical charge on the door lock? Why put that there in order to protect ...nothing?”

The Russian suddenly paused, canting his head to one side, and that told Napoleon the man was onto something.

Illya went to the door and on the inside frame he located the extremely thin wire used to electrify the metal lock.

“We need to trace this wire as it has to lead somewhere.”

He ran his fingers along it, following it out the door as it ran down by the side of the steps, virtually undetectable to the naked eye as it was the same grey color as the stone used to build the castle.

Chapter 20

Under the Surface - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - 9th March

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Looking deeply into the gaze of the eyes reflected in the rest room mirror, he could see the man inside. Very few people were aware of the hidden side to his personality. He disguised it well, and there was only really his partner who saw what he could see now.

Smoothing down his tie, he set his expression to what everyone expected to see and stepped into the corridor. Almost bumping into Meaghan, Napoleon smiled his multi-watt grin and apologised. She melted with the twinkle in his eyes. She couldn’t see the weight of the world lurking behind the twinkle.

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SOS - PicFic Tuesday, 3/8/16

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Nose buried in a book, Illya rapped out his personal signal on Napoleon’s door. Two pages later when there was still no answer, his brow furrowed. The door opened just as he raised his hand to knock again. Napoleon stood in his shirtsleeves, tie loosened, a fringe of dark hair falling across his forehead.

Illya looked him over and closed the book with a snap. “Apparently you’ve double-booked your evening…again.” He held out the slim volume. “Here. I was going to ask to borrow the other one, but I wouldn’t want you to keep your guest waiting.”

Napoleon regarded him open-mouthed, his hazel eyes confused, then grimaced. “I’m not entertaining,” he said, pulling Illya inside. “I’ve been dealing with a bit of a situation in the kitchen.”

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