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Two men, one American and one Russian, each sprinted around a corner into a corridor and stopped. They faced one other, though stood a little way apart.

Two smiles of recognition appeared on their faces, which quickly faded as both men raised their weapons and aimed in the direction of the other.

Two fingers quickly squeezed the triggers and fired their bullets.

Two agents felt the projectiles fly past their heads and they each turned to see an enemy fall behind them.

Two friends smiled once again. Each knowing he could rely on the other to protect him when needed.

glenmered

I've started something with my drabble story in the V Is For Venom challenge. For those who aren't familiar with drabbles, they are 100 words of storytelling. It's challenging, but you can say quite a lot in that space of words.
Take a look at where I am in this little Drabble Story, and join in by leaving a comment.
A Is For A Whole Lot Of Trouble Part 1 Part 2

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glenmered

This will be a continuing story.
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A Is For A Whole Lot Of Trouble

The room was as Napoleon remembered. Still, he was cautious, every nerve tingled with anticipation of trouble.

The UNCLE agent had been sent here with one simple message:
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Napoleon knew where to go. Angelique must be in trouble to send the note she left with his doorman. It was her handwriting, the familiar ‘A’ instead of a signature.

As he looked around their rendezvous spot, Napoleon thought he saw something. It was just a flash of movement, but the platinum blonde hair left no doubt that Angelique was there too. But, why didn’t she approach him?

He’d know soon enough.

jantojones.livejournal.com

This is not the greatest thing I've ever written, but it is the first thing I've written anything in such a long time. I intended to write a normal 100 word drabble, but it grew a little.

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It was difficult to tell whether Illya Kuryakin was asleep or actually dead. He was laid on is back on the sofa of his office, and his eyes were closed. However, there was no sound coming from him, and Susan stood too far away to discern any movement of the chest. Realistically, given that they were deep with U.N.C.L.E HQ, it was unlikely that Mr Kuryakin had passed on but, Susan was still reluctant to approach. She was relatively new and had been warned not to go too near to sleeping Section 2 agents. Besides, she found the Russian agent to be intimidating, and had no desire to draw his anger. Not that she’d seen it for herself, in fact on the few occasions they’d crossed paths he’d been quite charming, but she’d heard stories.

“What do you want?” Illya growled, without opening his eyes.

Susan was so startled by the sudden voice, quiet though it was, that she took a physical step backwards.

“We’ve found the file you wanted,” she answered, brandishing a file as though it was a shield.

Illya went from recumbent to standing, fully alert in the blink of an eye. He strode over to the woman, took the file, and paced the room as he leafed through its pages. After a few seconds he slammed it closed and grinned. It was a rare sight, which made him look even younger than he already did.

“Susan, you’re a lifesaver!” he exclaimed. “Possibly literally.”

With that, Illya darted out of the office. Five seconds later he darted back.

“Thank you,” he said with absolute sincerity, offering her a small bow of his head.

Then he was gone again, leaving Susan feeling the same as many women before her; just a little bit in love with Illya Kuryakin.

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glennagirl.livejournal.com

I haven't heard about any recalls on the new year, so it is still, to the best of my knowledge, 2021. I have heard talk about impeaching 2020, in an effort to lessen the effects of all of those months of debilitating lockdowns and mental and emotional damage, in addition to the obvious physical dangers.

Oh well... sigh ...

So, here we are, forging into the new year with suspicion and anxiety still intact. If time were able to benefit from something like a DVR, we could just fast forward or rewind, whichever would land us in a part of the story we actually like, and might want to keep replaying. Yes, I think I like the rewind better than the fast forward.

Okay, enough of that. We're here to read and write fun MFU stories. I am going to post the link once more to the Christmas Round Robin, The Trouble In Times Square Affair You can also find it on AO3, but the sequence is off a little; I couldn't figure out how to post the chapters as it has been done in the past. More need of that rewind option.

Today is normally for drabbles, so please feel free to put down your Hundred Words. Or, share with us some stills from one of your favorite episodes. You can find some of those on framecaplib.com

Main thing today is to take a deep breath, envision a world where politicians do not exist, guns expel fairy dust and bad language is replaced by words like whiz bang and boo boo.

Cheers!

alynwa.livejournal.com

I decided to repost here because it needs to be said. No matter where you are on the political scale, what happened last week is disgusting and reprehensible.

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“Illya, come with me. I have something to do before lunch.”

“I am hungry, Napoleon, can it not wait until after?”

“No.” He started walking briskly knowing the Russian would follow. Fifteen minutes later, they walked into an elementary school. Napoleon signed in, showed his ID and motioned for Illya to enter the voting booth with him.

As Napoleon made his choices and flipped the lever, Illya said, “This is the most amazing thing about America: You choose your leadership. Why are there so few people voting? I do not understand how people ignore their civic duty.”

“Neither do I.”

Current Location: Henderson, NV

glennagirl.livejournal.com

Napoleon was still sleuthing around the office, hoping to discover Illya’s secret plans for New Year’s Eve. Today was the last opportunity he would have to declare victory over his secretive partner.

Casually strolling into the translations room, Napoleon approached Mandy, the woman who seemed to know everything that went on in HQ.

“Mandy my sweet, how are you today?” He oozed charm in that simple question, and she responded with the expected wistful smile.

“Oh Napoleon, have you come to see me? I’m … umm… honored.” The sweet smile became smug, a sure sign that she knew something interesting.

mrua7.livejournal.com

(a double drabble)

Kuryakin was behind the wheel of the silver Impala and he was driving at a good clip with the radio blasting, singing along with the song that was playing. It was a sunny day he was in an unusually good mood.

“I can't wait forever, Even though you want me to, I can't wait forever even though you want me to... Time won't let me, ohh…”

Solo, in the passenger seat tried tuning the station, but Illya slapped his hand.

“Stop! I am enjoying this song.”

“I’m not. I want Mantovani or Bacharach.”

“Tsk”

“Well I prefer easy listening to rock and roll.”

“I am driving, I control the radio.”

“Since when?”

“New rule.

“Hmmh!” Napoleon gave him the cold shoulder for the rest of the journey, ruining Illya’s mood.

On the return trip, Napoleon drove and reached to tune the radio to ‘his’ station.

Kuryakin again slapped his hand. “New, new rule. Passenger controls radio. Now keep your eyes on the road before you get us lost...again.”

glennagirl.livejournal.com

Wednesdays on Section VII have always been about drabbles, and the comm is still a Drabble hub. Write something and post it with the tag 'a little Drabble do ya'.

We also want to see photos from your favorite episodes. A terrific photo resource is Lisa's Framecape Library Tell us why you love the episode when you post your photos.

Usually this time of year we've been getting ready for our Christmas Round Robin. We've had some great stories come out of these writing events, and if anyone is willing to give it a go, I'd be happy to put it on our calendar. It's about time we tried to get back to the business of writing. Let me know in the comments if you're interested.
And here's a little bonus, take a look at the 2018 entry, The Claus Affair.

jantojones.livejournal.com

I haven't got a new drabble I'm afraid (my muse appears to have left the planet entirely), so here are 206 of my previous drabbles.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/434410
https://archiveofourown.org/series/703110
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1504598

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glennagirl.livejournal.com

I know it's a tough time creatively speaking. I've had so many things going on that I hardly live in my house for all of the hours I'm away. Yesterday I was up at 3:30 AM so I could get my cousin's widow to the hospital for a procedure; I got back home eventually, around 7:00 PM. Not complaining, it's just one of those seasons of life.

We do have our playgrounds though, and one of them is MFU. I hope you'll consider a Drabble today, and if not a new one, how about posting some from the past. Some of mine: Drabble collection on ff.net Drabble collection on AO3

Please share some of your own drabbles and let us enjoy your brevity ;)

glennagirl.livejournal.com

Here we are again, and the weeks are flying by. Colors are showing up in the trees and the temps are a little snippy here in the mid-south.

But here on Section VII we have a day devoted to drabbling (do consider the 100 word wonder), and photos from favorite episodes. Once again I recommend Lisa's Framecap Library as an excellent resource.

Post a photo from a favorite episode and tell us what you like about it. If you get inspired, maybe a Drabble based on the photo.

Have a good time with this, and a very good day.

jantojones.livejournal.com

“Napoleon! Drop!”

Instinctively, Solo obeyed the urgency in his partner’s voice, and dropped down into a low squat. As soon as he deemed it was safe to rise again, he stood and looked for what had been heading for him. Turning around he found the remains of a hotdog on the ground, and the tell-tale signs of mustard and ketchup on the wall. It had been thrown by an irate woman at her boyfriend, but her aim was somewhat lacking.

“You can no longer say I have no respect for your attire,” stated Illya smugly, heading for the hotdog stand.

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It was too easy to be angry; and he felt that anger keenly.

A deep sadness could easily find a home in his heart; and he felt a great sadness within.

Frustration would all too readily lead to both anger and sadness; if it was allowed.

There was a danger of all three fostering a hate in his soul.

However, negative emotions were useful to an U.N.C.L.E. agent. Handled correctly, they could change the world.

Shrugging his jacket on over his holster and, with an air of purpose, he used his negatively as a fuel for his battle with Thrush.

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mrua7.livejournal.com

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many...“

“Illya, what are you doing?” Napoleon hissed.

“Trying to keep myself occupied.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing one of your acrobatic moves to free us?”

“Napoleon we are hanging sixteen feet in the air, dangling by handcuffs on hooks embedded in the ceiling, making it impossible for me to maneuver.

“I thought you were Spiderman.” Solo snickered.

“Funny.”

“Hello up there,” April called from below. “Need some help?”

“Please,” Napoleon answered.

“What, Superman Illya couldn’t get you down?”

“That is Spiderman, and the answer is obvious,”Kuryakin snapped.*

* I’ve had Illya mentioning that he likes Spiderman and his costume in a number of short pieces. His nickname while attending Cambridge University is ‘Spider’ because of his excellent climbing ability as he participated in Night climbing which has been a clandestine student tradition in Cambridge for more than a century.

jantojones.livejournal.com

His face was absolutely unreadable.

His piercing blue eyes, which often telegraphed what he was thinking, were dull and showed no emotion at all. There wasn’t a line or twitch on any part of his features which could give any clue as to what was going on inside his head. His expression couldn’t even be described as impassive. His face was as blank as the grey walls within the building.

Despite this, Napoleon got the message loud and clear.

“Well if you’re going to be like that, Illya, I’m sure there’s someone else who will loan me a few dollars.”

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Napoleon Solo sighed in frustration as he read his newspaper. From the other side of the diner table, where he was eating breakfast, Illya asked what was wrong.

“There’s a story about the local mayor,” Solo told him. “He’s been caught using campaign funds to bankroll a secluded villa, a luxury yacht, and a mistress.

Illya didn’t reply. It seemed to him that most people in power, no matter their allegiances, were only there for what they could personally get.

“The desire to be a politician should bar you for life from ever becoming one*.”

Napoleon reluctantly nodded in agreement.

*Borrowed from the Big Yin, Billy Connolly.

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jantojones.livejournal.com

“Slow down!”

Normally it was Napoleon yelling at Illya to ease off the gas pedal, but this time it was the American driving.

“Time’s almost up,” Napoleon answered, as he swung the car around a slower moving vehicle. “There won’t be another chance after this.”

Two minutes later, he brought their car to a screeching stop in front of Del Floria’s. Jumping out, he reached the tailor’s door just as it was opened from the inside.

“You nearly blew it, Solo,” Franny Webb told him sternly.

“Five minutes,” he begged. “Then I’m all yours.”

Watching on, Illya rolled his eyes.

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jantojones.livejournal.com

Before anyone says it, I plan to one day use this drabble as the catalyst for a full story. However, don't hold your breath too long. My muse isn't really talking to me at the moment, so I haven't the first idea where this is going to go.

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For five long weeks Napoleon Solo had kept himself apart from the world. No-one, not even Mr Waverly or Illya knew where he was. By now they would no doubt assume he was dead. It broke Napoleon’s heart to think people would be grieving his loss when there was no reason.

It had been hard to have had no human company. He craved the touch of a woman, the taste of good food, and even an argument with Illya. However, he was temporarily a danger to the entire world, and would therefore stay away until it was safe to return.

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jantojones.livejournal.com

It was unusual for Napoleon to be so despondent and Illya was worried. The American was the definition of optimism in the face of adversity.

“What has caused this downturn in your spirit?” the Russian asked.

Napoleon sighed and looked over to his partner.

“Do you ever feel like we’re fighting a losing battle?” he asked. “As soon as one issue is solved another arrives to threaten to world.”

“If I thought that, my friend, I would not try so hard to secure the safety of those we protect,” Illya replied. “If the best we can manage is to maintain the status quo then we are succeeding. Though I prefer to believe we make the world a much better place. I have witnessed the world at its worst and, no matter what comes along to threaten humanity, I will stand against it.”

Napoleon’s brow wrinkled in thought, and then a smile appeared on his handsome face, which was matched in his eyes.

“Thank you, Tovarisch,” he said warmly. “I can always count on you to put things into perspective. I guess I’m just tired.”

“Maybe you should sleep tonight, rather than meeting with a lady friend.”

“I’m not that tired.”

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