Prompt word: mission
Prompt colour: brown
Word count: 489

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"I have been thinking," Illya said very seriously as they ran and the tunnel collapsed around them. "Perhaps we should move to Alaska."
"Really?" Napoleon grinned through the pain and leapt over a pile of burning crates, the flames scorching his shoes. "And what's in Alaska, tovarich?"
"It's more what's not in Alaska," Illya told him. "By my calculations there are 300% less people trying to kill us in Alaska. And more importantly Mr Waverly isn't there either."
Yes. Napoleon wasn't looking forwards to explaining this little fiasco either. "Sold," he said, as they ran towards the cave entrance and the waiting crowd of THRUSH guards. "Alaska here we come."

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Waaaay back during our Crossover Challenge, I had an idea that never got off the ground. I started thinking about it again recently, and this piece was the result. I’m hoping my muse will continue to inspire. (The crossover is not with the Treasure Island novel. I have a hard time with titles, and it’s the best I could do. 😁)

The link goes to A03.

The Treasure Island Affair

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Napoleon looked up from the requisition form he was filling out and studied his partner for a moment.

“I take it your weekend was not as quiet as you’d hoped it would be?”

“What makes you say that, my friend?” Illya asked as he fed a new piece of paper into his typewriter.

“Maybe the fact that there’s a bandage the size of Siberia on your cheek? You look like you did the day after that THRUSHie at the automat tried to relocate your eye socket.”

Illya sighed. “I am afraid this was an attack of a different kind.” He hesitated briefly, then pulled back the bandage for his partner to see. Napoleon took note of about a dozen tightly clustered circular marks dotting the left half of his friend’s face. A few were smudged, and he was not encouraged when he realized that their color was eerily similar to that of coagulated blood.

Then it clicked.

“Lipstick?”

Illya slumped back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She was a very nice girl, but…zealous. And whatever she was wearing seems to have been industrial strength. I spent most of this morning trying to remove it. As you can see, my efforts were to no avail.” He straightened in his seat and replaced the bandage. “I am going down to the lab later—perhaps someone there can conjure up a solution. In the meantime,” he looked at his partner sternly, “there is no reason for this to get out.”

Napoleon shrugged slightly, then turned back towards his desk. “Or you could buy a jar of cold cream. That should do the trick.”

Illya cocked his head almost imperceptibly. “How do you…?”

“Why Tovarisch,” Napoleon replied, grinning down at his requisition form, “I have these problems every weekend.”

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WOW IT'S JUNE? WHERE DID MAY GO? BETTER GET SOLO AND KURYAKIN ON IT RIGHT AWAY!

Some MFU music to inspire...

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Since today is celebrated as GROUNDHOG DAY, how about writing a drabble, a poem, or a brief story related to the day and what Illya and Napoleon have to deal with...

No word limit, just something spontaneous! Serious or fun, your choice and of course keep it gen.

According to Wikipedia:

"Groundhog Day is a popular tradition celebrated in Canada and the United States on February 2. It derives from the Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if a groundhog emerging from its burrow on this day sees a shadow due to clear weather, it will retreat to its den and winter will persist for six more weeks, and if it does not see its shadow because of cloudiness, spring will arrive early. While the tradition remains popular in modern times, studies have found no consistent correlation between a groundhog seeing its shadow or not and the subsequent arrival time of spring-like weather.^[2]

The weather lore was brought from German-speaking areas where the badger is the forecasting animal. This appears to be an enhanced version of the lore that clear weather on the Christian Holy Day of Candalmas forebodes a prolonged winter.

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