Some one-sentence fun for Ducky's Lady
Title - One for the Money
Genre: Man from UNCLE
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1102 words
My thanks to
duckys_lady for her prompt and to sparky955 for tracking down the into on the Initiation Well and for her beta
“You've really done it this time!” Napoleon looked at the pile of rubble that blocked their path as he attempted to brush off his suit, but moist soil clung to it like a lost child. “Mr. Waverly is going to have my hide if I destroy another suit.”
“I can’t control what comes down in a blast, Napoleon, just how much explosive to use.” Illya ignored the state of his own attire. He’d long since given up on saving the mud-smeared dungarees he wore. “Any place is better than that castle. I always thought they were huge and cold. That one was very oddly designed, to say the least. The architect must have been a madman or a genius.”
“It’s funny how close those two are in reality.”
Illya tugged at a rock and started another mini avalanche of dirt and stone.
“Do you mind?” To the ceiling, Napoleon muttered, “I introduce him to wine, women and song and he gives me dust, dirt and ringing ears.” He then realized Illya wasn’t paying him any attention. “Illya?” When his partner didn’t react, he tried again, louder, “Illya?”
“I heard you the first time, Napoleon. I was just trying to figure out what I just found.”
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Genre: Man from UNCLE
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1102 words
My thanks to
duckys_lady for her prompt and to sparky955 for tracking down the into on the Initiation Well and for her beta“You've really done it this time!” Napoleon looked at the pile of rubble that blocked their path as he attempted to brush off his suit, but moist soil clung to it like a lost child. “Mr. Waverly is going to have my hide if I destroy another suit.”
“I can’t control what comes down in a blast, Napoleon, just how much explosive to use.” Illya ignored the state of his own attire. He’d long since given up on saving the mud-smeared dungarees he wore. “Any place is better than that castle. I always thought they were huge and cold. That one was very oddly designed, to say the least. The architect must have been a madman or a genius.”
“It’s funny how close those two are in reality.”
Illya tugged at a rock and started another mini avalanche of dirt and stone.
“Do you mind?” To the ceiling, Napoleon muttered, “I introduce him to wine, women and song and he gives me dust, dirt and ringing ears.” He then realized Illya wasn’t paying him any attention. “Illya?” When his partner didn’t react, he tried again, louder, “Illya?”
“I heard you the first time, Napoleon. I was just trying to figure out what I just found.”
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