New Year, New Drabbles... A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Name Game - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Freezing cold rain was pelting down as Solo and Illya huddled beneath a low slung porch roof.

"Napoleon, just where did you get the information that a courier would meet us here?"  Illya felt his teeth chattering, so he clenched them together.

"It was Clarice Van Deuton."  Napoleon could barely talk he was so cold, so the name came out Van Dootin.  Illya snorted out loud at the name.

"That is not a real name. Spell it."

"I'm too cold, can't make my mouth form it correctly."

Humor penetrated the cold momentarily.

"Rootin', tooting' Dootin', That's funny."

"Blockhead."

"Spoil Sport."

Start as You Mean to Go On - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Jan 3rd

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The clocks were striking midnight, marking the beginning of January 1st, as the two agents ran for the lives towards the wall which would lead to their freedom. They quickly scrabbled up and dropped down the other side, without a thought for the height of the wall. Barely breaking stride upon landing, they sprinted for the relative safety of the trees.

After a few minutes, with no sounds of pursuit behind them, they stopped, gasping for breath.

“Well, Illya, you should always start the year as you mean to go on,” Napoleon panted. “And we certainly hit the ground running.”