The Randomness of Life Chapter 55 for the Wednesday challenge "A little Drabble Do Ya"

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Prompted by:  What Twigs We held by—Emily Dickinson

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To take Momentum—

Napoleon Solo ran across the green with the intention of getting into the

helicopter sitting there with it’s blades turning slowly.

The pilot stepped out for a smoke, and was darted by the UNCLE agent. Shots rang out  as Solo ducked, climbing into the pilots seat,  hitting the switch to take off.

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So scant, so eminently small

Everything looked so small as the chopper rose into the sky. It wasn’t, and he’d have a devil of a time searching for his missing partner.

They were separated...was Illya captured or not?

There was an explosion, telling him the Russian was up to his usual tricks.

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The Discs that satisfied Our Sight—

Napoleon spotted him running from the building, heading for a stand of trees, and doubled back for a pickup.

lllya jumped, grabbing hold of the landing strut as the chopper hovered, leaving him dangling precariously as it rose.

Pulling himself up into the cockpit, he snickered.

“What kept you?”