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Prompt 1: When Lisa Rogers tells Illya to report to Harry Beldon, she says, “You'll have to expect him to be somewhat, uh—.” Illya replies, “I've worked with Harry Beldon. I know what to expect.” So the question arises…What are Illya’s previous experiences working with Beldon?


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Illya Kuryakin was considered the more bloodthirsty between he and Solo, and at the moment he was reaffirming that fact.

 

UNCLE didn’t abide by torture but their Russian agent was raised to be a Soviet agent in an era when such things were looked upon as tool, as merely an end to a means.

 

Napoleon didn’t like his partner going that route either, but understood the need for Illya to do it in this case. Time was of the essence,and if they didn’t get an answer soon...an innocent would die.

 

Illya circled their THRUSH prisoner like a vulture; the goon was tied to a chair with his wrists tightly bound with rope, secured to the arms of the chair.

 

“Your name is Sam is it not?”

 

“Yeah, so what of it?”

 

“Well Sam, how do you hold up under pain?”

 

“You don’t scare me Kuryakin!” Sam displayed all the bravado he could muster. Word in the world of THRUSH was that the Russian was a bit crazy, but that was what he’d only heard, just rumors. So far the little runt didn’t look so scary.

 

That changed literally within the blink of an eye.

 

Sam watched as Kuryakin’s soft blue eyes darkened and seemed to stare into his very soul.

 

Illya’s voice filled with coldness. “I am not talking about your everyday sort of pain...no, what I am speaking of exquisite agony.” He held up a scalpel in front of Sam’s eyes.

 

“I will run this very sharp blade along your arm. First a twinge as your senses awaken to the discomfort. Tingling becomes throbbing and then burning as your life’s blood trickles down along your skin. You will begin to spasm and convulse as your pain intensifies.”

 

Sam broke out into a cold sweat as the mad Russian touched the blade to the back of his hand.

 

“Feel the metal, cold is it not? Soon it will be warmed by your blood, your precious life’s blood.”

 

“Okay okay enough, I’ll tell you where she is, but please don’t touch me?”

 

Napoleon called in the location and the girl was found safe and unharmed.  

 

As Sam was led out by the cleanup team, Solo watched  his partner toss the unused scalpel in a nearby trash receptacle.

 

“Tovarish, I have to admit that was an amazing thing to watch, and you never even laid a hand...or I should say scalpel on him.”

 

“It is all in the delivery my friend, giving the appropriate looks to fill the subject with terror while uttering keywords to trigger fear.”

 

“Tell me Illya, would you have cut him if he hadn’t talked?”

 

“But of course.”

 

That made Napoleon shiver. He thanked God Illya was on their side.  And to think Kuryakin was a reject from Soviet intelligence…which made Solo hope he’d never run into any of his partner’s former compatriots.


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Starting to catch up, my muse paid me a brief visit. "D



Challenge: The Short Affair

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-Prompt Word 2 – Market

-Prompt Colour – Red

Author: mrua7

Title: “You didn’t, did you?”

Word Count: Approximately  1000



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This drabble is based on something that happened last night where I live...

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Everyone knows I have a love for angsty stories, especially ones in which Illya is whumped. 'Resilience' by [livejournal.com profile] glennagirl more than fulfils that love. Be warned though, it contains graphic descriptions of torture.

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The prompt:



"Only love can break your heart"  the link takes you to AO3

This is a reworking of two stories that I wrote a while a go. They were just
too perfect for this prompt.
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Challenge: The Short Affair



-Prompt Word #2 – Joint

-Prompt Colour – Black

Author: mrua7

Title: ‘One at a time’ (click on the title to take you to AO3)

Word Count: Approx. 1,000

Warning: some rough language.
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A longer read for the weekend.  I realized I started posting this back in 2013 just 8 days before I had my stroke. Wow.

SUMMARY:
Napoleon and Illya again find themselves on a mission to again steal THRUSH's Triad Codes, and as always seems to be the case, the mission becomes much more complicated than they expected. Nigerian revolutionaries, Russians and of course T.H.R.U.S.H. all complicate matters.

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There had been a series of robberies in some of the swankiest hotels in New York city as of late, more than usual and seemed to be the work of what one could call a serial cat burglar. The police weren’t contacted as the incidents were handled by the house detectives, but in spite of their thorough investigations they couldn’t come up with any reasonable clues.


Everything had been kept quiet as the hotels in question didn’t want word to leak out to the public; doing so might damage their establishment’s reputations and frighten away the rich and famous.


Among these hotels were the the Waldorf-Astoria, the Savoy Plaza, the Drake Hotel and the Biltmore, just to name a few.


Wealthy guests who’d been robbed of their gems and jewels often visited their favorite hotels under assumed names to avoid the gossip columnists and celebrity seekers, or simply because these guests weren’t always with their respective spouses.


No one but the hotel managers knew of identities of certain guests staying at their establishments, and their reputations were above reproach. Yet it was these incognito guests who were the ones who had been robbed.


The manager of the Biltmore was a friend of Alexander Waverly’s and out of desperation he contacted him, begging U.N.C.L.E. to help solve these string of cat burglaries and keep news of them out of the public eye.


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“Yes, yes, yes, I’ve heard all about the ‘Great Napoleon Solo’ and his effect on women, but I assure you, Chairman, that I am not one to be persuaded so easily,” Cassie Howard said as she impatiently puffed on her cigarette while pacing the living room of her hotel suite with the phone cradled between her chin and shoulder.  “Angelique DeChien, may she rest in peace, had a soft spot for this man and allowed him to live even when it would have been child’s play to kill him.*  He’s on his way here now.  No, I have been careful, I don’t think he knows I’m THRUSH.  No matter if he does know; my understanding is his libido and his level of arrogance are so huge, he will make love to me anyway.  Trust me: He will be coming and going at the same time.”

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Oops, got my posting dates mixed up so this is a little late.



The prompt: ‘What if’ Angelique were a double-agent?



Napoleon Solo gazed at the woman in bed beside him; it was none other than Angelique La Chien, his sometime lover and full time T.H.R.U.S.H. operative.


She was beautiful, smart and deadly and there were times he wondered how the two of them had gotten into this habit of meeting up for a night...or in this case, a weekend of carnal indulgence.


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The Pas De Deux Affair
The Russians and ballet, only this time it's our Russian who's dancing with the enemy. Twists and turns, drama and angst. Rated K+ for most chapters, although Chapter 10 has Very mature content of a sexual nature.

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This was originally posted for a song story challenge a few years ago.  In a chat with Avirra, I suddenly remembered this story. Hope you enjoy it.



He first saw her in the busy bazaar at Sidi Ferruch, the Algerian town where he’d sequestered himself from the world while on his extended vacation.

After recuperating from serious injuries received during his last assignment,  he decided to use some of his time off that had been building up; feeling the need to get away from the real world to relax and get his head on straight. He’d been hurt just as seriously on missions before this, but something clicked inside him, something felt broken...not in the physical sense but within his soul.

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