It's Baaaaack... A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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It's Wednesday, and that means drabbles.  Post them all day long, post more than one if you have them churning in your imagination.  Solo and Kuryakin deserve drabbles, lots of them.
Drinks and Drabbles, they're on the house.

"To dream a dreamless sleep" ~ for the Song Story Challenge.

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Illya Kuryakin was known to brood when a mission had gone bad, especially when it involved the loss of an innocent life.  This time however, he wasn’t the one feeling down in the dumps.

It was a rare thing to find Napoleon in such a mood, given he was the eternal optimist.

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Call and Response - A Little (Double) Drabble Do Ya!

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“Where have you two been all morning?” Napoleon asked.

As Illya struggled to speak around a mouthful of egg roll, Faustina answered, “The tissue bank.” The Russian erupted into a coughing fit.

Napoleon looked on in confusion as she pounded his partner’s back. “Where?”

"The tissue bank,” Illya croaked, glaring at Faustina with watering eyes. “I needed information for…um, an experiment I’m conducting.”

“Sounds fascinating,” Napoleon said dryly.

“Oh, it is,” Faustina gushed. “We were just discussing it. Would you like to join us?”

Illya gestured to an empty chair. “Yes, please do. I brought back some samples for analysis.” He scanned the desktop. “Now where did I put those?”

Faustina began poking her chopsticks amongst the Chinese take-out containers. “They’re around here someplace.”

Napoleon grimaced. “Thanks, but I think I’ll skip lunch today.” The door slid shut behind him.

“It was my turn,” Illya complained over her chuckles.

“I can't help that I’m faster on the draw.” Faustina pulled out her Special and blew across the muzzle, then replaced it in its holster. “Besides, Thrush won’t play nicely either.”

“It is an exercise to ensure we are quick-witted in the field, not a game. Next time, I call and you respond.”

“I make no promises.”

The door slid open, and April poked her head in. “Darlings, where have you been hiding?”

Faustina began to answer. To April’s amazement, Illya stuck an egg roll into her mouth. “Rikers Island,” he declared triumphantly.

A Funny Thing Happened - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"He doesn't look good.  What happened?"

Napoleon was concerned about his partner, and so was the doctor who faced him.

"I'm not certain, but it seems to be a case of *$^@&#"

A quick karate chop and the man went down.  Napoleon released Illya from the restraints and slapped his cheek.

"Wake up!"

The Russian came to with a wince before realizing it was Napoleon.

"Who is that?" He looked at the man on the floor.

"Fake doctor, he spoke fluent gibberish."

"..."

"That is to say he's a quack."

"A quack?"

"Yes, not real. A quack."

"Well, isn't that just ducky."

Pigeons in the Belfry Affair - A little (double) drabble do ya

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Surveillance Report -  04/04/1965 - Oakham, England

Day 1

Set up surveillance in bellfry overlooking townhouse, after failing to evict previous inhabitants; a crowd of unruly pigeons. (See separate expense report 40176/attached bill from NS' tailor.)

No sign of Reynolds within house. Intercepted communications indicate he is expected imminently.

Day 2

NS late to relieve IK by 3 hours 28 minutes. Did not bring scones. Reports intervening in the affairs of local holistic therapist. Evidence suggests she is a brunette.

(She's an important material witness. NS.)

Day 3

Reynolds arrived at 17:08. Approached townhouse under cover of darkness. IK regrettably captured but successfully escaped and achieved total destruction of townhouse with zero fatalities. (See separate collateral explosion damage report 0836 & statement of apology to friendly national government.) NS retrieved cypher and captured Reynolds through hitherto unsuspected gymnastic prowess.

(Thanks. NS.)

Intelligence that Curtis was in Rome proved out of date. Arrived in a hostile mood and shot Reynolds while attempting to retrieve cypher. (See separate non-fatal injury to prisoner report) Successfully decoyed with holistic therapy pamphlet attached to pigeon. Neither Curtis nor Mr Feathers survived encounter. NS recommends Mr Feathers for burial with full honours.

(I was joking. NS.)

Mission successful within parameters. Returning NY 04/07/1965. IK.