Time To Drabble

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Peace Keeping - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"So, what do you think?"

"About what?"  Illya's terse response made Napoleon blink before answering.

"How do we move her?"

"I don't know."

The two men looked down on a lion, sleeping quietly with some sleep dart therapy.

"Okay then, we need to get her out of here before that THRUSH entourage returns.  I still don't understand why you darted her."

Napoleon hoped the lioness wasn't as heavy as she looked.

Illya spotted a cart, it would have to do.

"One, two, three… up!"

Peace might still be had in Benzari once the matron of the Princess Pride was returned.

The Unkindest Cut Affair (A Little Drabble Do Ya 8/10)

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“I really wish you’d reconsider, my dear.” Napoleon appealed nervously as he edged as far from his captor as his restraints would allow--which wasn’t very far.

“No chance, Monsieur Solo.” Océane replied. Brandishing her weapon expertly, she fluidly slashed one of his neatly manicured hands. Napoleon swore vociferously.

Despite his alarm at the uncharacteristic outburst, and even as he interiorly winced upon realizing Océane was coming for him next, Illya’s mouth twisted into a wry smile. He had to hand it to THRUSH--using paper cuts to intimidate captured U.N.C.L.E. agents was nothing short of a stroke of genius.

"The blink of an eye"~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Napoleon had removed his shoes and tiptoed into the hotel room he was sharing with Mark Slate, though most likely the Brit heard him as soon as he put his key in the lock.

Nothing was said, which he thought odd.

“Mark?” He whispered, but froze in place as he felt the muzzle of a gun pressed to his temple.

“Next time announce yourself before you come in please?” Mark chided.

“Did I wake you?”

“Of course you did.”

“And you got from your bed to the door that quickly? Wow, that’s as fast as Illya.”

“I learned from him…mate.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: While There's Time

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“Oh, Alexander, what a lovely surprise you coming home early,” Elizabeth said as she passed the vegetables.  “I do get so tired of dining alone.”

“I know you do, My Love, and the fact that you never complain makes me love you all the more.”  Mr. Waverly had decided to leave Headquarters at a decent time because one of his Section III’s wife had died unexpectedly and while offering his condolences, the urge to be with Elizabeth was overwhelming.  I cannot imagine my life without her and her grace and beauty; tomorrow’s not promised.

“I love you, Elizabeth.”

“I know.”