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19 March 2019 @ 12:09 pm
After stopping at headquarters for appropriate clothing, the men walked up the gangplank for the Steamboat Natchez.    The sounds of a steam calliope greeted them.  The old world look of the ship had the men looking at everything that they passed.  Entering the main hall, they looked over the rich red furniture, golden accents on the walls and a golden chandelier hanging in the middle of the hall.  Men in evening jackets and women in long dresses were dancing to the jazz band. 

“How do we find the Thrush transfer in this crowd,” Illya asked. 

After looking around, Napoleon pointed at a beautiful woman in the center of the floor, “There.”

“And what makes you so sure?” Illya huffed.  “Remember we are here to stop Thrush to from receiving the poison not find you a date.”

Napoleon placed his hand over his heart, “You wound me.   I do know how to keep my mind on the assignment.”

“Right,” Illya mumbled.   “So how do you know.”

“Look at her purse.   Every other woman here has a clutch bag, here is a large over the shoulder.   No woman coming to a place like this would carry one like that.”

Glancing around Illya noticed that Napoleon was correct.  “So how do we get it away from her?”  

“Just watch and learn.  When I give you the signal, be ready to grab it.”

“And how do you suggest we get away from the boat while it’s moving?”

“How deep is that water do you think?”  Napoleon gulped.

“Over the side then,” Illya looked at his uncomfortable partner.

With a nod, Napoleon headed toward the lady in question.   Within a few minutes and whisper in her ear, she placed the purse under her chair and accepted his hand heading toward the dance floor. 

Illya quickly moved towards the table, grabbed the purse and headed toward the door as two men started to chase him at the same time as Napoleon felt a gun in his back.

The splash outside let Napoleon know his partner was heading toward the shore so he bowed to the woman and allowed himself to be taken out quietly so no one would be injured.

Watching from the shore, Illya saw two men escorting Napoleon to a dingy after showing papers to the captain.  Handcuffed the three men slowly headed toward the shore. 
26 stories in 26 days is the ideal goal of the ABC Affair 2019 Challenge this year, but in reality life does get in the way of art. So if you're tempted to join in the challenge, you still can.

Here's the prompts again:

The focus of the challenge is the city of New Orleans (given we just hit Mardi Gras season) each letter of the alphabet has a prompt related to the city. Several of the prompts are contemporary, so you'll need to time shift them to the 1960's. Some will require a little research, no doubt, but nothing heavy duty.

Statistics: minimum 100 words, no maximum.

Subject Matter: Write a MFU story based on the prompts posted for each of the letters of the alphabet. The prompt can be the focus of your story, or just mentioned in it, but the it must somehow be a part of your story.

Posting here should fit into the GENeral concepts of the section7mfu community, contain nothing explicit, reflects the 1960's series in style and content, and featuring our brave men from U.N.C.L.E.

Tags: Please use the tags ABC affair 2019, gen or gen-mature ( the gen-mature tag option for stories that contain violence, torture, angst or very mild het)

Subject header: This is the third year of this challenge, so in order to differentiate from the previously posted ABC stories please use:

THE ABC Affair Challenge 2019 (along with which letter of the alphabet for your story as well as the corresponding prompt)

Example: The ABC Affair Challenge 2019- A is for Alligator

Looking forward to reading your stories.  Any questions PM mrua7.
19 March 2019 @ 01:10 pm

Miss Georgia was quite forthcoming with information on the whereabouts of Nathaniel La Croix. She did say she couldn’t guarantee the man would definitely be at the location she'd just given away, though it was his eventual destination. No doubt she was trying to sew a seed of doubt in her captor’s minds.

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A/N - I have absolutely no idea where this came from, or where it was going to go.


New Orleans 2015

There was a slight breeze blowing as Aurora Solo pushed her grandfather’s wheelchair alongside the Mississippi. Stopping temporarily, she made sure the blanket covering his legs was well tucked in.

“You don’t need to fuss, sweetheart,” Napoleon Solo told her. “My legs may not work as well as they once did, but I can still operate a blanket on my own.”

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