A Little Drabble Do Ya! 6-07-17

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Napoleon raised an eyebrow at the returning Illya.  He had been on a carrier mission and returned disheveled   Hair flying, clothes muddy and torn.

“Are you okay?”

“Easy job! You will get out of the lab for a while, you said!” Illya spat out.

“It was on a children’s playground.  I thought even you would be safe there.”

“Just a playground,” the Russian gritted his teeth.  “You forgot to mention it would be their lunch hour.”

“And?”.
                                                                                           
“After receiving the drop, a girl scream that I was some English singer.  A pack of girls mobbed me.  Backing up to get away, I tripped on a hole, fell in the mud, and tore my pants.”

Napoleon was struggling not to burst out laughing, but a murdering glare from Illya had him swallowing it.
Smiling Napoleon said, “It was only mud.  You have the packet, correct?”

Illya threw the mud-covered package on the desk, spattering Napoleon with flying muck. 

“Hey, now I’m filthy.”  Napoleon pouted.

“Well, it is only mud.  I need a shower and clothing change.” Rolling his eyes, Illya smirked turning toward the door.

“This is war. You realize that Kuryakin don’t you?”  Napoleon threatened to a closing door.