Waiting - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Cold air wafted through the broken slats that held the old cabin together.  Napoleon Solo was bundled in an old canvas tarp he had found over what had once been some type of farm equipment.  Why it was inside rather than out … He wasn’t a farmer so had no answer.

Illya was out there somewhere, and Napoleon didn’t know if he was dead or alive. Only one of them had gotten away with the coveted prize of a microchip embedded with vital information. 

Communicators remained silent as the landscape disguised itself in a shroud of white.

Time to wait.

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Eww ethereal image of the landscape, and poor Illya's out there. No pun intended, but bring him in out of the 'cold' soon?

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Sometimes it's enough to know they will survive... sometimes. Thanks.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

More. Please, pretty please?

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thanks for liking it and wanting more :D I'm not sure, we may just need to have faith in their survival.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

And????

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

...and? Maybe nothing more. But thanks for asking.