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.�
@ 2005 Tommy Boy fan fiction * design and content by Paula C. *