Broken

In a dark cave somewhere, two agents wake up from being drugged and left. Napoleon Solo, the older, darker agent assists his younger, partner in setting his arm.

“Is it broken?” the younger man asked.

“I don’t know.  Stop fidgeting.”

“I’m not fidgeting.”

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Stop that.”

“Fine.”

Silence between them till the younger man groans when the older partner shifts his arm.

“Da,” reverting to Russian, unable to mentally switch to English at the moment.”

With a chuckle, though no offense to his partner, “Must be, you’re speaking Russian.”

“I could do another dialect if you want.” His blond partner offered.

“No, Russian is enough.” He answered,

Slowly his arm was encased in a bandage to minimize damage.

“There, set till we get out of here.”

“And where is here?”

The darker partner looked to his partner, “I thought you knew.” 

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