Prompted by: All My Life~Regina Derieva

All my life
I sought
an angel.
And he appeared
in order to say:

"I am no angel !"

.

Napoleon Solo had many close calls over the years, some with the bad guys and some with the ladies, and ladies who were the bad guys as well.

He knew better, but there was something about Angelique that drew him to her, and she to him. They took the meaning of friendly adversaries to the extreme.

He wondered if one day his guardian angel who had reminded him so often that he was no angel, would finally abandon him.

The agent shrugged as he downed his glass of Scotch, thinking he'd worry about that when and if it ever happened.

.

note: this is a change of pace, a full drabble instead of a half, since the poem was so short.