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" A boy scout is always prepared"~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Napoleon watched Illya fidget as they waited for any sign of life in the house they were watching.

“What’s wrong with you today? You’re like a flea”

“A flea? Why do you say that?”

“Because you can’t sit still. What’s wrong?”

“I am getting tired of waiting.” The Russian pursed his lips.

“You? You’re the most patient man I know. Come on give, there has to be something else bothering you.”

“Tsk,” Illya clicked his tongue.”It is near lunch time and I am hungry.”

Napoleon chuckled. “Here, have a Hershey bar to tide you over.”

“Thank you my friend.”

Higher Objectives, Chapter VII

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“Were you expecting company?” Napoleon shouted just as the door caved.

“FBI!  Drop your weapons!” A fusillade came through the window causing the agents to dive for cover.

“Tell your colleagues to stop shooting and we will!” Illya yelled.

“That’s not us!”

Napoleon turned back toward the window and resumed firing.  “Then I suggest you help before we’re all killed!”

Having no better choice, the four FBI agents joined the gunfight.  Moments later, they heard a car’s tires screeching as the shooters left.  Illya quickly moved to look out the window only to turn around to face four guns.  “What is this about?  Why are you here?”

“You’re coming with us, Russkie.  I’m Agent Spencer and we know you’re plotting against the American government!”

Napoleon stepped in front of Illya.  Holstering his Walther he growled, “There’s no need to threaten my partner.  We’re cooperating.  Pass me your weapon, Illya.”  He tucked it in his belt.  “No single government can have UNCLE technology.  Tell me where you’re taking him and I’ll meet you.”

Spencer cuffed Illya.  “No.”

Napoleon rubbed Illya’s shoulder.  “Don’t worry, Partner.”  He smiled when the FBI failed to notice the homing device he’d slipped under Illya’s shirt collar.    

Too Easy? - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - May 4th

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The top team of U.N.C.L.E. New York were travelling back from a successful mission. Illya was driving, while Napoleon seemingly dozed.

“Do you ever feel like it is sometimes too easy?” Solo murmured, without opening his eyes.

“Easy?” Illlya replied, with incredulity. “We’ve just prevented the abductions of three congressmen and two senators. It took two weeks of careful research and planning, followed by three days moving the five men around to confuse therir abductors. What was easy about all of that?”

“Neither of us was captured, or tortured, or even injured.”

Solo could almost hear the inevitable eye roll.

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