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section7mfu2019-05-30 11:24 am
The writing from behind the wall Challenge:"Gotta take the good with the bad"
The prompt:
“Illya, will you look what it says here? I can’t believe it...it says you and I are jumping from the top of the Empire State building and parachuting to the street below in order to catch the bad buy. I want to know who the hell put this here and how did they know we were going to that location? It was top secret."
Kuryakin looked away from his newspaper in shock, as he realized it was just a headline stating two men had died while parachuting from the Empire State building.There was absolutely no news print whatsoever, just the photo of the building and bodies covered by parachutes, along with the caption.
"A leap of faith becomes fatal."
“Napoleon, I know who left that piece of paper you are holding, as well as this half finished newspaper."
“And... pray tell?”
“Them.”
“Them who?” Solo paused, observing that his partner was pointing upwards with his finger.
“Oh...them.”
Both men dropped what they were holding and dashed from Waverly’s conference room and as they ran down the grey corridors at top speed, Solo shouted to everyone around them.
“Take cover! THEY’RE back!”
Once making it to their office, they ducked beneath their respective desks.
“Napoleon why did you shout they are back? May I remind you, they never leave. Is that not correct?”
“Time is of the essence in this sort of situation and, well it sounded a bit more dramatic than here we go again."
“True. I must say that I am getting tired of the insanity they put us through, more so the beatings and torture they inflict upon me. Thank goodness I have a strong constitution. I wonder why they never do the same to you?” Illya asked.
“The worst that happens to you is a ruined suit, and why do you get all the good suits while I must wear cheap off the rack.”
“Never? You mean rarely maybe, but not never.” Napoleon grinned. “And it’s the Solo luck of course. As far as your wardrobe is concerned, high end, expensive clothing just doesn’t fit your Soviet persona.”
Illya ignored the clothing comment and went straight to criticizing.”You just used double negatives in your sentence. That is poor grammar.”
“Oh har-dee-har-har. You correcting my English...the guy who takes everything I say literally and who doesn’t understand the meaning of idioms.”
“I do so, I just act like I do not in order to annoy you.”
“Illya, you mean they make you act like that to annoy me.”
“I stand corrected,”Illya said.
“Wow, you who never makes a mistake, admitting to one?”
“Hmm, they are having me act a bit out of character. I wonder if it is a THRUSH plot, or have I been dosed with yet a new drug?”
Suddenly a white sheet of paper drifted down behind Solo’s desk. He reached out, snatching it before it landed on the floor.
“Good news tovarisch, the Empire State building bit is out. Speaking of doubling, this is definitely not negative... I’m now going on a date with the Hannity twins. All I can say is 38-24-36.”
The partners crawled out from beneath their desks, and Solo, looking upwards, placed his hands together, uttering a prayerful ‘thank you’ to the powers that be.
Kuryakin took the paper from his partner’s hands and slipping on his glasses, he read the fine print.
“Hmmm, it says I am working in my lab, where I find an antidote for the latest THRUSH truth serum. You however, did not read the footnote to your story line Napoleon.” Illya stated, matter of factly, his face deadpan as usual.
“What’s that?”
“It says one of the twins has herpes.”
“Oh? Which one?”
“It does not say.”
Napoleon raised his fist upwards, shaking it.
“Damn you!”
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