Napoleon, Meet Your Waterloo - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"I said no!"

Napoleon was fuming, his reaction to this particular suggestion just one step away from complete lunacy.

"Napoleon… please… sweetie…"  April Dancer was a beautiful woman, and Napoleon Solo was almost helpless to resist.

"April, look… ', a sigh escaped.

"If we do this, I'm not promising anything…"  April smiled sweetly, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"I know darling, and I understand."  Her wink made Solo's stomach lurch.  What was he doing?

Napoleon looked at Illya sitting in the driver's seat of the boat, breathed deeply, then carefully slipped his feet into the water skis and prepared to die.

"Blowing smoke" Chapter 1 of 6- A drabble story for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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“I got nothing,” Napoleon threw his playing cards down in disgust before taking a long drag on his very illegal Cuban cigar.

“I wish you would put out that thing,” Illya coughed. “It smells terrible…achoo!”

“Gesundheit.”

“Danke, but if you keep blowing smoke my way I will not be healthy. Please stop.”

“So sue me,” Napoleon grinned, holding the stogie between his teeth.

“You know as an undercover agent, coming from Soviet military intelligence background, that is something rather public that I simply cannot do.”

“Yeah, I know.” Napoleon blew a smoke ring at him.

“You better run Amerikanskii…now.”

"Blowing Smoke" Chapter 2 of 6- A drabble story~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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“Better run,” Slate said.

The look in the Russian’s eyes told Napoleon he meant business, and that being the case he shot up to his feet, knocking over the chair.

The others at the table who’d been playing cards with them in the Bullpen...the room where agents sometimes waited to be called for an assignment, were nonplussed.

Field agents could be surprised but their training kept them from showing it.

Solo was out the door in a flash with Kuryakin hot on his heels. It was going to be a free for all, but the others kept their distance.

"Blowing Smoke" Chapter 3 of 6- a drabble story for A little Drabble Do Ya!

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Kuryakin, being a bit more athletic, caught up to him easily and  slammed into the American when he came to a complete halt.

Napoleon ‘oofed’ as he jerked forward, crashing right into the last person he expected to literally run into in the grey halls of U.N.C.L.E. headquarters; Alexander Waverly.

The Old Man was never seen in the corridors as he used a series of secret walkways hidden behind the walls.  Never knowing where and when he would show up kept his people on their toes.

“What the deuce?” He barked as he was shoved backwards.

"Blowing Smoke" Chapter 4 of 6- a drabble story for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Alexander Waverly stumbled backwards and fell unexpectedly into the arms of a new employee, a Miss Barbara Buxom.

Barbara was aptly named as she was quite well endowed.

That’s exactly where Waverly’s head landed, cushioned quite nicely as he and the woman fell backwards to the floor.

Solo and Kuryakin grabbed Waverly’s arms, lifting him to his feet and doing the same for Miss Buxom.

“So sorry sir,” Napoleon apologized,”Didn’t see you.”

“No harm done,” Waverly’s eyes twinkled. ”Perhaps next time when I summon you, you will arrive with such alacrity.”

“Yes, sir.” Napoleon blushed; Kuryakin grinned behind him.

"Blowing Smoke" Chapter 5 of 6 -a drabble story ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Mr. Waverly disappeared from view, and Kuryakin being curious peeked round the corner to see where the Old Man was going. He was mildly surprised his boss was nowhere to be seen.

Shrugging; he turned back to Napoleon.

His partner had his arm around Miss Buxom’s waist.

“So sorry Barbara, let me make it up to you by taking you out to dinner tonight. Say seven.”

“Oh, all right.” She looked a little surprised at the turn of events; embarrassed at having the big boss’s head being cradled between her bosoms, and now the Napoleon Solo was asking her out.

"Blowing Smoke" Chapter 6 the conclusion- ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Barbara continued on her way to wherever she’d been going, leaving Solo and Kuryakin still standing there in the corridor.

“You are welcome,” Illya said, crossing his arms in front of himself.

“For what?

“If I had not chased you, then you would not have ended up arranging your date with Miss Buxom.”

“Oh that... well it would have happened eventually. Remember, when you’ve got it, you’ve got it and…”

“I know, I know and you have it. Napoleon you are still blowing smoke are you not?”

“Guess I am,” Napoleon clenched his extinguished cigar between his teeth and grinned.

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Not Quite an Escape - a little drabble do ya 17/08/2016

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"I blame you for this entirely."

Napoleon looked across the room towards his partner as he rubbed uncomfortably at the red marks on his arms and legs. And chose to say nothing.

"Head for the trees, you said," Illya went on through gritted teeth. "They will never find us there, you said."

"They didn't," he pointed out.

"Yes," Illya agreed significantly. "They didn't."

He sighed. "I wasn't the one who ran smack into the wasp nest," he pointed out plaintively.

Illya just glared at him and pointedly pulled out the remains of a stinger from his neck.

Napoleon winced.

Returning the Favour - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - August 17th

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Napoleon Solo was almost walking on air as he headed towards his office. After six months of trying, he’d finally persuaded Anita Symonds, from the translation team, to have dinner with him. His only problem was the stack of paperwork awaiting his attention, but he was certain he’d be able to persuade Illya to do it for him. His partner usually said yes; eventually.

However, entering the office, he found it lacking in Russians. Instead, his paperwork had doubled, and there was a note on top.

Time for you to return the favour, my friend. I have a date. I.N.K.

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