The Prey - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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His prey was wounded, crouched behind the big rock but not completely hidden from the hunter.  He had managed to scramble away. Watching from a distance the hunter feigned nonchalance mixed with acute senses that told him there was movement.  He groomed his nails, all the while aware of the diminishing life beyond.

A rustling sound caught his attention, he twitched imperceptibly; he wasn't distracted.  The prey was still there, the object of his hunt nearly vanquished.

"What are you looking at?" Napoleon had caught his partner transfixed on something.

"That cat, he's after something."

"THRUSH?"

"One can only hope."

"My Brain Hurts" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Solo’s head pounded as he dared lift it from the pillow….big mistake.

“Illya?” He called, assuming his partner was in the other bed. “You awake?”

“I am now. I thought given the copious amounts of scotch you drank last night, that you would sleep until noon.”

“My brain hurts. Do you have any aspirin?”

“There is a bottle in my shaving kit.”

“Well?”

“Oh you want me get it for you too?”

“It would be nice since the last time I opened your kit, it blew up on me.”

“You will never let me forget that will you?”

“No.”

The Telephonist - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - May 25th

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*Ring ring*

“Kuryakin . . . No, Miss Evans, I don’t know where Napoleon is.”

Illya replaced the telephone receiver and returned to his report.

*Ring ring*

“Kuryakin . . . No, Miss Sheldon, Napoleon is not here.”

This time the receiver was slammed down.

*Ring ring*

“Kuryakin . . . All I can tell you, Miss Montgomery, is that Napoleon is here somewhere.”

*Slam*

*Ring ring*

“Kuryakin . . . I neither know nor care.”

*Slam*

Snatching up his typewriter, Illya stormed from the office, just as Napoleon entered.

“Going somewhere, Tovarisch?”

“Grand Central Terminal! There’ll be fewer interruptions!”

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