Oh Brother! Where Art Thou? - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“Napoleon?”

“Yes?”

“Where are you?  In this darkness I ...”

“Ouch!”

“Oh.  I beg your pardon, I...”

“Yes, I’m sure.  Now, will you please get off my foot.”

The two agents fumbled in the dark, trying to find a way out of the dark cell into which they’d been thrown hours earlier.

“I found it, there’s a door nob here...”

Napoleon made his way towards the sound of Illya’s voice and was rewarded with a glimmer of light as the Russian picked the lock and gained their freedom.

“Nicely done, tovarisch.”

“I like to shed a little light wherever I go.”

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Nice line, Illya. I'm sure this did happen sometime.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

thanks, it's always about the last line ;)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Just a flick of the wrist and the good ol' lock pick....as they say. Nicely done drabble.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Yep, he's a wizard no matter the lighting. Thanks :D

[ndcelt.livejournal.com]

Sounds just like them - good job!

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

And indeed he does. Nicely done, Glenna.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thanks :D