A drabble + 6 about our boys

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hi, all,

thought I'd crash the party with a new drabble that is part of my project to write a drabble, plus/minus a few words either way, for each episode.  All are posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net; I'll only post the ones I write on Wednesdays to Section VII when I remember.

This is for The Double Affair.  It posits one possibility why Illya didn't finger the double...

Something's off.

Napoleon had taken the window seat.  He barely glanced at the beautiful stewardess, much less flirted with her.

Yes, something was not quite right with Napoleon.

As he began to dissect his observations, a headache sprouted accompanied by nausea.  The more he tried to define the differences, the greater the headache, the deeper the nausea.

Excusing himself, he rushed to the nearest lavatory, where he emptied both his stomach and his brain of all notions that something was amiss.

oOo

The double smiled.  The new gas and the instructions delivered while Kuryakin had slept on the night of the switch appeared to be working perfectly.