Illya was sprawled in a chair, shirt collar open, expression inscrutable. He drained a glass of vodka, projecting total immersion in the pages of a book.
“Interesting reading?” Napoleon asked, shaken and unsure when faced with his partner’s stoic calm.
“Quite … apropos. Day of Infamy is a detailed account of the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor.”
A perfect analogy for the way they’d been blindsided. “We’ll get the order rescinded. I know Waverly can do it.”
Blue eyes, hazed with pain, finally met his. “Resisting or moaning might delay the inevitable, but we knew my assignment to UNCLE wasn’t permanent.
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“‘A ship in a harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are for.’” “Very philosophical,” Solo glanced up from his book. “But weather delays are unavoidable.” “I prefer not to travel in that scow under the best of circumstances,” Illya grumbled. “We collared Burns - let’s just go back to New York. My patience is drained!” “Stop moaning. The QE2 is no ‘scow!’ And using Burns as bait onboard should draw out Gervaise.” “Let’s board and allow this farce to play out, already.” Illya sulked. “What are you reading?” “‘Two Years Before the Mast.’” “Heavens forbid!”
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Illya was sprawled in a chair, shirt collar open, expression inscrutable. He drained a glass of vodka, projecting total immersion in the pages of a book.
“Interesting reading?” Napoleon asked, shaken and unsure when faced with his partner’s stoic calm.
“Quite … apropos. Day of Infamy is a detailed account of the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor.”
A perfect analogy for the way they’d been blindsided. “We’ll get the order rescinded. I know Waverly can do it.”
Blue eyes, hazed with pain, finally met his. “Resisting or moaning might delay the inevitable, but we knew my assignment to UNCLE wasn’t permanent.
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So well done!
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An excellent use of the words, I barely noticed them - if you know what I mean.
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“‘A ship in a harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are for.’”
“Very philosophical,” Solo glanced up from his book. “But weather delays are unavoidable.”
“I prefer not to travel in that scow under the best of circumstances,” Illya grumbled. “We collared Burns - let’s just go back to New York. My patience is drained!”
“Stop moaning. The QE2 is no ‘scow!’ And using Burns as bait onboard should draw out Gervaise.”
“Let’s board and allow this farce to play out, already.” Illya sulked. “What are you reading?”
“‘Two Years Before the Mast.’”
“Heavens forbid!”
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Hmm, I wonder what inspired this? :P Excellent job.
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Thanks so very much! :D
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Very well done.
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Thanks so much! A man has to be willing to sacrifice for the little things. :DD
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