A Little Drabble Do Ya - Trapped

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Illya and Napoleon were trapped. They’d been thrown into a dank, dark round chamber. The stone walls were slick with green algae and the agents were wet through from the constant dripping from the ceiling.

“Another nice place you’ve found us, tovarisch. Remind me not to leave the choice of accommodation to you again,” Solo tried to lighten the situation.

“If you had not seduced the hotelier’s daughter we would not be in his ‘special accommodation’,” Illya retorted.

<<Sigh>> “She did have lovely eyes…. And those luscious lips.”

“I hope you are planning a way out of here.”

<<sigh>>“I am.”

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Napoleon' flirtations, always seem to end up bad for both of them. Part two next week.