Give IT A Rest - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glenmered]

“Get down!”

The shout came from the Russian as he dove into a pile of boxes, dragging his partner with him.  Shots whizzed past them amid shouts from the pursuers.

“You just had to kiss her.  Did you not consider that her husband was watching?”

Napoleon took aim and felled one of the THRUSH, causing the other to stop in his tracks.  That allowed Illya a clear shot that met its target.

“It was an impulse, tovarisch… something you obviously don’t understand.”

Illya resisted the urge to slug his partner.

“Oh, I understand well, my friend, trust me on that.”

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**It had a different title but I can't remember what it is and I forgot to save it, and LJ won't let me in to look at the original post.