section7mfu | The Randomness of Life Chapter 34~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VII

half-drabbles based on the lines from a single poem...

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I've dropped my Brain—My Soul is numb ~Emily Dickinson

Done perfecter on stone

Illya remained motionless, hidden in the shadows of the alcove. He watched as they dragged Napoleon past him and grimaced at what they’d done to him.

He stepped out, just a few steps behind and darted each of them. All three fell hard to the floor.

“Hup my friend.”

Yesterday—Endowed with Paradise.

It was only yesterday that he and Napoleon were basking under the sun in St. Thomas, enjoying a brief respite.

The Russian cursed himself for spotting some ‘birds’ farther down the beach.

They followed, looking like tourists but their ruse failed, and Napoleon was caught; they nearly drowned Kuryakin.

An Aptitude for Bird—

The THRUSH interrogation was brutal as Solo passed out.

“He’s not going to tell us anything, lets take him to the boat and dump him out at sea. He can join his partner as fish bait.”

Napoleon was dragged along, barely conscious...but spotting his damp partner in the shadows.

I've still a chance to strain

He moaned as Illya lifted him, draping his arm over the shoulder and a strong arm around his waist.

“Come, we must get out of here before they discover my handiwork.”

Illya held tight as Napoleon hobbled beside him.

“Thanks for coming after me.”

“Shush, please walk faster, talk later.”

I'll shiver, satisfied.

Illya deposited his partner behind a vine-covered dune, waiting for the remaining Thrush to exit the boat house.

A cool breeze made him shiver, as he squeezed the trigger, picking them off one by one, dragging their bodies out of sight.

“Sometimes they make it too easy,” Napoleon smiled.

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