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26 May 2016 @ 01:00 pm
What"s my line

The prompt: 'Oh what a beautiful morning!'

Napoleon Solo was dangling by his wrists, having been shackled and hung like a side of beef from the ceiling in...where ever this was? It looked like a basement, but he couldn't be sure.


He had no idea how he’d gotten here; the last thing he remembered was walking up the steps at Del Floria’s to the sidewalk where he whistled for a cab.  That was it, well of course the sudden pain he felt sharp pain in the back of his head and neck as well.


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26 May 2016 @ 07:58 am
The line is O What A Beautiful Morning

 
 
*Ring ring*

“Kuryakin . . . No, Miss Evans, I don’t know where Napoleon is.”

Illya replaced the telephone receiver and returned to his report.

*Ring ring*

“Kuryakin . . . No, Miss Sheldon, Napoleon is not here.”

This time the receiver was slammed down.

*Ring ring*

“Kuryakin . . . All I can tell you, Miss Montgomery, is that Napoleon is here somewhere.”

*Slam*

*Ring ring*

“Kuryakin . . . I neither know nor care.”

*Slam*

Snatching up his typewriter, Illya stormed from the office, just as Napoleon entered.

“Going somewhere, Tovarisch?”

“Grand Central Terminal! There’ll be fewer interruptions!”

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Solo’s head pounded as he dared lift it from the pillow….big mistake.


“Illya?” He called, assuming his partner was in the other bed. “You awake?”


“I am now. I thought given the copious amounts of scotch you drank last night, that you would sleep until noon.”


“My brain hurts. Do you have any aspirin?”


“There is a bottle in my shaving kit.”


“Well?”


“Oh you want me get it for you too?”


“It would be nice since the last time I opened your kit, it blew up on me.”


“You will never let me forget that will you?”


“No.”
 
 
25 May 2016 @ 11:13 am

His prey was wounded, crouched behind the big rock but not completely hidden from the hunter.  He had managed to scramble away. Watching from a distance the hunter feigned nonchalance mixed with acute senses that told him there was movement.  He groomed his nails, all the while aware of the diminishing life beyond.

A rustling sound caught his attention, he twitched imperceptibly; he wasn't distracted.  The prey was still there, the object of his hunt nearly vanquished.

"What are you looking at?" Napoleon had caught his partner transfixed on something.

"That cat, he's after something."

"THRUSH?"

"One can only hope."

 
 
 
24 May 2016 @ 01:00 pm
The prompt:

“O sole, 'o sole mio, sta 'nfronte a te, sta 'nfronte a te! Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne, me vene quase 'na malincunia...”

“Napoleon would you please not sing along with the gondolier,” Illya asked through gritted teeth.”You were not born with a pleasant singing voice...let the man do his job."

They were casually moving along in a gondola on one of the many canals in Venice Italy. It was a rare occaion where the agents had some time off post-mission.


Solo flashed his partner that look, the one to let him know he was miffed.

“Gee tovarisch don’t hold anything back."

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If I don't writie it down, I forget!  Sorry about that...

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Short Affair 5/23
Prompt: Barrier
Color: Gray

Title: Pit of Despair
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: ~590

(A brief expansion of the cement vat scene from season 3′s “The Super-Colossal Affair,” because of course I’m going to squeeze every bit of angst out of that scene as I possibly can…)

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #1 - Admire

-Prompt Colour – Gray/Grey

Author: mrua7

Title: “Never give up, never surrender”

Word Count: Approx. 875


You had to admire a man like Napoleon Solo; he was a charmer with the ladies, no, a better description was that he was a real ladies man who was a magnet for their attentions.


As he walked the grey corridors of U.N.C.L.E. headquarters in New York City, he turned heads as near giddy women fluttered their eyelashes in an attempt to flirt with him.


He wasn’t attracted to any particular type of woman, only one that was pretty, fairly intelligent as well as willing to be wined, dined and wooed.  There was no shortage of those sort of ladies both inside and outside of the Command, in a way he sometimes took that fact for granted.


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23 May 2016 @ 09:05 am

My apologies for taking so long with this, but it is now complete.  The links take you to each chapter.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
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