“Ouch! That hurt!” “If you would concentrate on our assignment, I would not need to resort to such methods to get your attention!” “Was it necessary to throw a silver paperweight at me?” “Napoleon, a weighty missile was required in this case. Focus!” “Anastasia is a powerful distraction…” “She is the fiancée of the heir to the throne. We are to defend his interests, period.” “I swear she winked at me…” “It doesn’t matter. Another inappropriate move and I am authorized to remove you from this assignment.” “How?” “To quote Mr. Waverly, ‘Tell Mr. Solo to dally with a chambermaid!’”
When I saw 'Silver' amongst the words, I was sure I was going to write S&S. But no . . . My muse had other ideas.
"Are you gentlemen authorized to be here?" Kojak flashed his shield. The security guard left.
"Marcus D'Silver," Crocker said. "You'd never believe he was heir to a fortune."
"You knew him?"
"Yeah; National Service. He'd walked away from the family business, when his dad began to concentrate on missiles. Marcus hated it. He hurt him mom by walking away. Said he had to. Life was too short to compromise; to wait. He believed in 'don't put off until tomorrow what you could do today'."
Kojak stared at his young detective. "How about spending Christmas with me?"
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Thank so much! :DD
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“You’re sure Waverly authorized this?” Napoleon asked, eyes narrowed.
“Would I lie to you?” was the guileless reply.
“Lie, no … but you’d definitely obfuscate.”
“Not this time.” Illya rotated a silver cylinder that looked alarmingly like a missile and began filling it with … something.
“So, what is that?”
“Just a concoction I developed, a concentrate of gun powder and a few other materials.”
“We’re not supposed to hurt the heir to the sultan’s throne, you know, just convince him to distrust Thrush.”
“A scare will accomplish that goal quite nicely.”
“You said you weren’t lying.”
“Not to you or Waverly.”
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Here is my attempt.
“Ouch! That hurt!”
“If you would concentrate on our assignment, I would not need to resort to such methods to get your attention!”
“Was it necessary to throw a silver paperweight at me?”
“Napoleon, a weighty missile was required in this case. Focus!”
“Anastasia is a powerful distraction…”
“She is the fiancée of the heir to the throne. We are to defend his interests, period.”
“I swear she winked at me…”
“It doesn’t matter. Another inappropriate move and I am authorized to remove you from this assignment.”
“How?”
“To quote Mr. Waverly, ‘Tell Mr. Solo to dally with a chambermaid!’”
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Very astute of Mr. W.
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Thanks so very much!
Dally with the chambermaid - how like both of them. I don't think Waverly and Napoleon are all that differnt.
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I could see this scene so clearly and hear it too - the voices are perfect. Dear little Wednesday *g*
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Thanks so very much. You are, as always, so kind.
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Well, thank you even more for that.
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"Are you gentlemen authorized to be here?" Kojak flashed his shield. The security guard left.
"Marcus D'Silver," Crocker said. "You'd never believe he was heir to a fortune."
"You knew him?"
"Yeah; National Service. He'd walked away from the family business, when his dad began to concentrate on missiles. Marcus hated it. He hurt him mom by walking away. Said he had to. Life was too short to compromise; to wait. He believed in 'don't put off until tomorrow what you could do today'."
Kojak stared at his young detective. "How about spending Christmas with me?"
Crocker beamed. "Yes, please."
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Your muse had some good ideas. Well done!
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I thought the same for me, but I like yours very much! :DD
I give the young Marcus a nod for having good sense. You did a great job as always!
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