The Randomness of Life Chapter 27~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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three unrelated half-drabbles based on one poem...



Prompted by: It did not surprise me ~Emily Dickinson

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And the nest forgot,

“It never ceases to amaze me how lax T.H.R.U.S.H. security is,” Napoleon chuckled quietly.

“Yes, but their stupidity does make our jobs much easier,” Illya gave his partner a leg up over the wall. Napoleon sent back a rope, allowing the Russian to follow.

“Imagine, leaving the safe unlocked.” Illya smiled.

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God's old fashioned vows—

Did I just hear you say you would marry that girl Napoleon?”

“Well I had to do something to get them all to calm down.”

“You are not seriously going to take those vows are you.” Illya was incredulous.

“Not if I can help it.”

“That sounds more like you.”

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Had departed me?

Alas poor Yoric, I knew him well.” Napoleon picked up an old  sheep skull from the floor of the cave.

“Shush, do you want to awaken what might be living in here?”

“What could be in here?”

“Bear.”

“Bear tovarisch? Here? Too small.

“Bear!”

Again with the bear?”

“Behind you!”

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In the heart instead?

Illya  poised with his pistol in his hand, trying not to shake as he looked at the scaffold below in the courtyard.

Napoleon was to hang.

  
  He had to decide, the head or the heart. He wouldn’t let Solo suffer a hanging.

As the trapdoor opened, Illya shot the rope...

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