fandom Man from UNCLE
Word count 100
Though he heard dice rolling, Napoleon Solo refused to open his eyes. He wouldn't fall for it.
Something was dripping at his feet. He sneered. At least the hallucinatory effects were subsiding. His body knew where he was. He could feel ice-cold water running down the nape of his neck. He could smell the awful stink. He put his hands on the rocky wall, slimy with moss. His eyes and his ears wouldn't fool him any longer. He concentrated on his memories, ignoring the rolling dice chinking like old dusty medicine bottles... An assortment of old dusty medicine bottles.