Prompt: "Wickedness comes in all shapes and forms."
The Boo From UNCLE
Napoleon rocked back in his chair, affecting a posture of casual interest. Beneath the table, his nimble fingers slipped the safety off his Walther. “Well, well, as I live and breathe. Look, Illya, it's Harry Beldon.”
“'Live and breathe?'” The apparition laughed. “Not for long, Mr. Solo. I promise you, not for long.”( Read more... )
The Kindness Of Strangers
(This is Part 1 of a three-part series. It may be awhile before I have the time to write Parts 2 and 3, so please be patient They will get written, I promise.)
Illya stared down at the document before him. A single sheet of paper, three short sentences. A bold line at the bottom, awaiting his signature. His vision blurred; he blinked to clear it.
“Second thoughts?” Olivia Dancer's warm brown eyes studied him from across the table. “If you need more time, sir –?”
So like her mother. “No.” He signed the document with a flourish, and spun the completed paperwork around the conference table, officially closing a chapter in his life. He sat back, feeling an impossible weight lift off his shoulders.
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