
MFU is our game here, writing about the two spies we love to spend time with.
What about 100 words from you today, just because you love them.



"Look out!" Napoleon shouted, but it was too late.
A wheelbarrow full of red bricks came tumbling down on top of Illya, dumped by a fugitive atop a scaffolding.
Solo raised his gun, darting the man and sending him hurtling down to the ground.
Napoleon made a dash for his partner, scrambling to uncover him. Finally a pale face appeared.
"Illya! Wake up buddy, come on!"
Kuryakin's eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times.
"Napoleon?" His voice was hoarse.
"I'm here. What hurts...can you move?"
"I could if you would get your knee off my chest."
"Oops, sorry."
