Waiting - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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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.

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[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

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