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"...and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; and his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming. And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, shall be lifted…”

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Prompts - Midnight/Orange
Word Count - 582


The full moon emerged from behind a cloud, bathing the whole area in an eerie white light. It coincided with a cool breeze, which blew several crispy brown leaves between the gravestones in the cemetery. Overhead a colony of bats squeaked as they swooped past and Napoleon Solo wondered if he was to be witness to every horror movie cliché. While he pondered, hiding behind a mausoleum, an owl hooted. Borrowing the action from his partner, Napoleon rolled his eyes.

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My stories posted over in Scrapbook for the Halloween Challenge:


On the Road to Aqaba for: pactnmmt



Ad Infinitum for: garonne



Kush Mout for: rose of pollux  ( posted in 3 parts due to its length)

Or you can read it on AO3


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Challenge: The Halloween ‘Short Affair”

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-Prompt Word #2 – Midnight

-Prompt Colour – Orange

Author: mrua7
Title: ‘The Occupation’


As Big Ben struck midnight, Illya Kuryakin looked up from his perch on a boat anchored in the Thames. It was frigid tonight and he shrugged his wool pea-coat around himself as he peered through his binoculars, searching along the Westminster Bridge. A black UNCLE sedan was parked, waiting there.

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Halloween Round Robin Challenge



The men from U.N.C.L.E. could have used some help from these guys...

The prompt- by mrua7

Chapter 1- by ssclassof56

Chapter 2- by insaneladybug

Chapter 3- by pfrye

Chapter 4-lindafishes8

Chapter 5- Avery11

Chapter 6-katb357

Chapter 7-leethet

Chapter 8- alynwa

Chapter 9- otherhawk


Chapter 10- avirra

Chapter 11- selyndaep

Chapter 12- ajb_4

Chapter 13- glennagirl

Chapter 14- the conclusion by mrua7  part 1, part 2
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Halloween Round Robin Challenge
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The Round-Robin has finally concluded, and time
to sweep up the mess.

The prompt- by mrua7

Chapter 1- by ssclassof56

Chapter 2- by insaneladybug

Chapter 3- by pfrye

Chapter 4-lindafishes8

Chapter 5- Avery11

Chapter 6-katb357

Chapter 7-leethet

Chapter 8- alynwa

Chapter 9- otherhawk


Chapter 10- avirra

Chapter 11- selyndaep

Chapter 12- ajb_4

Chapter 13- glennagirl

Chapter 14- the conclusion by mru7 part 1, part 2
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The BOO from UNCLE -part 2 of Chapter 14 and the CONCLUSION of the Halloween Round-Robin



“Mr. Waverly sir,” Solo’s voice, clearly recognizable, came over a bullhorn.”We’re here to rescue you.”


Illya miraculously maneuvered the helicopter, landing in the trash-filled but thankfully large open space of the lot, though it wasn’t an easy task in the dark.

A small crowd had gathered, drawn to the chopper and its spotlights.

“Nothing here to see!” Slate waved them off as Napoleon helped the Old Man into the helicopter.

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The BOO from UNCLE chapter 14- part 1 of the CONCLUSION of the Halloween Round-Robin



THWUP-THWUP-THWUP-THWUP-THWUP-THWUP...


The helicopter blades slowly cut the air as they moved in autorotation.

Kuryakin was at the controls, warming up the Bell helicopter as he waited for his partner, Dancer and Slate to arrive. He knew the layout of the immediate structures on the block that housed the UNCLE complex and he could picture it in his mind’s eye, but after that it was going to be tricky.

It had been quite some time since he’d piloted a chopper from the roof of headquarters. It was different when you were at the controls as opposed to being a passenger, and for that reason Illya reminded himself to pay greater attention to his surroundings in the future, especially above New York city.

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Just a heads up.
Today is the conclusion to the Halloween Round-Robin,
but because the final chapter is fairly long, I had to do it in two parts.

Chapter 14 part one- posted at 10:00 am (EST)

Chapter 14 part two -posted at 10:05 am  (EST)
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Halloween Round Robin Challenge
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The haunting of UNCLE headquarters continues... and the mystery deepens.

The prompt- by mrua7

Chapter 1- by ssclassof56

Chapter 2- by insaneladybug

Chapter 3- by pfrye

Chapter 4-lindafishes8

Chapter 5- Avery11

Chapter 6-katb357

Chapter 7-leethet

Chapter 8- alynwa

Chapter 9- otherhawk


Chapter 10- avirra

Chapter 11- selyndaep

Chapter 12- ajb_4

Chapter 13- glennagirl


TOMORROW the conclusion by mrua7
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A grim resolution had set in among the agents.  Mr. Waverly was in the hands of the enemy, one as yet unknown to them as they headed away into the darkness of a night made more eerie even than what they had encountered within headquarters.  The blackout was going to be the talk of the nation as experts looked for the source, something only the U.N.C.L.E. could explain, but never would.

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Only two chapters remain!



Halloween Round Robin Challenge

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The haunting of UNCLE headquarters continues... and the mystery deepens.

The prompt- by mrua7

Chapter 1- by ssclassof56

Chapter 2- by insaneladybug

Chapter 3- by pfrye

Chapter 4-lindafishes8

Chapter 5- Avery11

Chapter 6-katb357

Chapter 7-leethet

Chapter 8- alynwa

Chapter 9- otherhawk


Chapter 10- avirra

Chapter 11- selyndaep

Chapter 12- ajb_4


UP TOMORROW CHAPTER 13  by glennagirl
Tuesday Chapter 14 the CONCLUSION by mrua7
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Reposting this on Section VII for aj.

Something reset in Illya's mind with the realization of his partner's absence. He flicked off the flashlight to save the battery and sought a reorganization of events in the meager pulse of the mainframe light. Enough was enough. It was time to line up known facts and summarize, because their current actions were getting them nowhere.

First: The cascade of events were designed to put them off balance, and the resulting distraction allowed the abduction of Mr. Waverly.

Second: Their running around putting out all these small fires was exactly what was intended. It was time to turn the tables and stop reacting - now was the time to become proactive.

Third: The building was compromised - the effects he'd seen had taken a lot of power to both develop and institute. Power was the key, central to everything.

Fourth: There was nothing in their training to handle this situation. The only power not corrupted was brainpower.

The first priority was to recover Alexander Waverly.

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Only 3 chapters left!



Halloween Round Robin Challenge
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The haunting of UNCLE headquarters continues... and the mystery deepens.

The prompt- by mrua7

Chapter 1- by ssclassof56

Chapter 2- by insaneladybug

Chapter 3- by pfrye

Chapter 4-lindafishes8

Chapter 5- Avery11

Chapter 6-katb357

Chapter 7-leethet

Chapter 8- alynwa

Chapter 9- otherhawk


Chapter 10- avirra

Chapter 11- selyndaep


UP TOMORROW- 10/23 Chapter 12 by ajb_4!!!
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Despite having dressed in record time, April had just fastening her hair back with a large barrette when she saw Mark pull up in front of her building. She grabbed her purse and London Fog raincoat as she slipped out the door, pausing just long enough to set the alarm system before hurrying down the steps from her second floor apartment.

Mark leaned across to open the passenger door for her, giving his attractive partner a quick once-over as she tossed the coat in back. “Coffee as promised.” Grinning at her heartfelt expression of thanks, he murmured, “That’s a smashing look, by the way.”

He watched her settle in before putting the sleek red Charger into gear and pulling out into the street.

April glanced down at her mustard wool bell bottoms, soft shimmery blouse in copper, and sleeveless v-neck sweater in variegated reds and yellows. Chocolate brown boots just over ankle high completed the ensemble. “Thank you, Mark. I try.” The fortifying aroma of coffee drew her eyes back to the cup holder. Picking up the large cup, she inhaled deeply before taking a cautious sip of the hot brew. “Just what I needed! Thank you.”

“We’d better report in, Luv.” Mark braked sharply as a car pulled out from an underground garage without regard for possible traffic. It was most likely a rude and careless driver, but… Tonight’s events had everyone on high alert. Wordlessly, April pulled her Special out of her purse as the British-born agent did some sudden turns and detours for a few minutes. Not seeing any tail, he smoothly brought the car back on route for headquarters. Occasional flashes of lightening highlighted the buildings and streetscape of Manhattan wet and shiny from the recent deluge of rain.

As they rode along, April tried contacting headquarters. The static with what could possibly be voices stopped abruptly leaving an ominous silence.

“Open Channel D!” Shaking the pen, she tried several more times, before disassembling her communicator pen in disgust. “I can’t imagine why I can’t get—”

Her jaw dropped as Mark slammed on the brakes, the car skidding on the slippery road. All of Manhattan was lit up as usual, except for the block of brownstones which were completely dark!

Driving slowly to avoid plowing through the large puddles, they drove past Del Floria’s. Not only was the building dark, but one of the windows had been hastily boarded up. As they continued around the corner, they were astonished to see the flashing lights of a fire truck as well as a couple of police cars. As he slowly nosed the car near one of the men directing traffic, Mark started to roll down his window.

“Mark, down!”

They ducked, just as the partially-opened window shattered, along with the passenger window! April, Special in hand, gave an answering shot to the bogus policeman. She saw him stagger from the hit, but he must have been wearing a vest since he pulled his gun back up to fire again.

Mark, punched the gas pedal and sped away, skidding around the corner in a squeal of tires.

Driving evasively, they managed to slip out of Manhattan and into New Jersey until they finally pulled in an all-night diner truck stop. Ducking down low in the seats, the car shut off, they waited to see if there were any sounds of pursuit. Finally, after a time, the agents drew a cautious sigh.

April gave the trucks an appraising look. “I think we’re going to need more coffee.”

Her partner cocked a questioning eyebrow.

“We need another way in!”


Illya slowly made his way from the lab back to the main computer room, Baitman following closely with the powerful flashlight. At least it used to be powerful. Now it seemed to flicker in and out as it was aimed more or less at the floor ahead. He paused a moment and glanced back at the scientist. The man’s complexion looked pasty in the reddish glow of the fading emergency lights and the flashlight jerked around in his unsteady hand. If he hadn’t been so anxious to reach his partner as well as struggling with an injured ankle, he’d have shooed the frightened man into the canteen where most of the people were staying. Food, coffee, and above all, company, would go far to bolster up the nervous…

Well, they were almost there. Strange how much farther this seems tonight.

As they rounded the corner they spotted Slater standing guard just outside the main computer room. Even in the dim lighting they could see the agent relax slightly as he identified the men.

“Napoleon inside?”

Slater nodded as he took a deep sigh of relief. “He’s trying to get a fix. Cripes, this has been one crazy night! All those crazy Whozzits... We were even attacked by one of ‘em…a leopard, no, jaguar.”

Illya quirked a tiny grin. “So that what Napoleon was talking about.”

Slater ran a hand over his army brushcut. “Yeah. The big cat disappeared just in a nick of time.”

Glancing across the hall through the bulletproof glass at the darkened bank of computers in the communications center, Illya felt a cold chill skitter across the back of his neck. His eyes darted around, but he could see nothing. “So, you able to get power up long enough to get Waverly’s signal?”

“It came up for a couple of seconds. Long enough to get a general area, but we couldn’t narrow it down less than a 20-mile radius.”

“I’d better see if I can help—”

He stopped abruptly at the expression on Slater’s face and spun around. The cold was more pronounced as the hallway began to fill up with swirling fog. As they stared, the fog began coalescing into a shapely woman with carefully styled black hair. Her features began to sharpen in her pale complexion.

Illya stared a moment—the woman was very familiar, but who…?

Lucia Belmont!

The ghostly image grinned evilly and melted through the door into the main computer room. Instantly, Kuryakin reached for the sliding door’s override. It wouldn’t turn! Slater lent his bulk to trying to pry open the door.

It wasn’t going to work.

Illya leaned to the door and shouted, “Napoleon! I’m going to blow the door. Stand back!”

Swiftly pushing a rope of malleable explosive into where the door met the wall and inserted a short fuse. They stood away from the door, standing on both sides. Slater pulled Baitman against the wall as Kuryakin pressed his watch to activate it. After a couple of sputters, the fuse was lit and moved into the explosive…and died!

The agents turned to look at the unscathed door.

“That can’t happen,” muttered Illya.

“I have another fuse.” Slater suited action to words and started to reach for the device when—

“Wait! Get back!”

Illya’s shout came out the same moment the blast happened, the concussion flinging Slater to the floor.

There was a small hole in the door. Illya’s eyes flicked from it then over to the fallen agent and back to the shaking Baitman. “Take care of him.”

Baitman looked stunned.

Now, if you please!”

Baitman scurried over to see how he could help the man groaning on the floor. The man was bloody, but still alive and moving. Illya caught Slater’s eye as he pulled out his communicator to call for assistance. “

“Kuryakin. We need a medic down by the Main Computer room. Agent down.”

A crackle. “This is Kovan. With the elevators out, it’ll be a bit. How critical?”

“It’s bad, but not too bad…” Slater was holding his shoulder.

Illya gave a short nod. “Slater was hit by the concussion of a door blast. He’s conscious and holding his shoulder. I don’t see a lot of blood.”

“I see. Okay, keep him calm. We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

Illya recapped his communicator. “Baitman will stay with you while I check on any progress Napoleon has made.” Suddenly worried since he hadn’t heard anything from his partner after the blast, he quickly ducked down and squeezed through the small opening into the room.

Except for a single pulsing light on the mainframe of the computer, the room was completely dark. Flicking on his flashlight, Illya played the light around the room. And moved it around again, this time more slowly.

Napoleon was gone!
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Chapter 10 by Avirra is now up!



Halloween Round Robin Challenge


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The haunting of UNCLE headquarters continues...and then some!

The prompt- by mrua7

Chapter 1- by ssclassof56

Chapter 2- by insaneladybug

Chapter 3- by pfrye

Chapter 4-lindafishes8

Chapter 5- Avery11

Chapter 6-katb357

Chapter 7-leethet

Chapter 8- alynwa

Chapter 9- otherhawk


Chapter 10- avirra

Up TOMMORROW- 10/22 CHAPTER 11 by selyndaep
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“You'd better get up here. Right now.”

Illya didn’t even take time to respond before he rushed out of the room.  As for Baitman, despite his mantra that ghosts weren’t real, he was close on Illya’s heels.  He wasn’t about to be left behind in case Mother Fear (or whatever that thing was) made another appearance.

Meanwhile, back at the Waverly home, Mrs. Waverly woke with a start, much more clear headed than she had been when Napoleon’s call had pulled her from sleep.  The slight headache plus the fact that she was normally a light sleeper made her suspicious.  It only took a quick glance to tell her that Napoleon had lied to her.

Alexander Waverly was, as his wife knew full well after many years of marriage, a creature of habit, at least inside the walls of their own home.  His slippers were still beside the bed and his robe, like her own, was draped on his side of the cedar blanket chest that was at the foot of their bed.

Not far away was Alexander’s valet chair – a lovely piece of sturdy oak furniture with a dark leather padded seat.  His suit for the day was still there with his shoes tucked neatly underneath.  She pulled on her own robe and quickly opened the drawer that was underneath the seat and felt her heart sink even more.  Alexander’s wallet, favorite pen, and pipe pouch were all still neatly in their places inside the drawer.

Her first thought, to call Napoleon back, was quickly dismissed.  Illya was also dismissed as he was bound to already be with Napoleon and quite busy.  Her fingers rapidly dialed up the next in line – April Dancer.

April was soundly asleep, hugging her pillow tightly.  She and Mark had finished up an overseas assignment and flown back the morning before.  Mister Waverly had been kind enough to say that, since their mission had been a resounding success, their paperwork could stand to wait a day and that they should get some sleep.  As sleep had been in very short supply, neither she or Mark argued.  Between exhaustion and jet lag, by the time the jangling of her phone penetrated her brain, April had been sleeping like the dead for nearly fourteen hours.

“Hello?”

“This is Mrs. Waverly, Miss Dancer.  I suspect Mister Solo is already aware and thinks he is being kind by not alarming me, but Mister Waverly is missing and I suspect he was taken from our bedroom while we slept.”

That brought April to full alertness faster than a cold shower could have.

“Are you alright, ma’am?”

“A bit of a headache, but nothing worse for myself.  There is a scent I don’t recognize in the air, so I would venture to say a gas of some sort was used to keep us asleep.  By the way, dear?  If you would be so kind, I want you to verify the names of the agents that were assigned to us tonight.  If they are still alive and not incapacitated, we will be having a lengthy chat with them once Alexander has returned.”

April winced in sympathy for whoever those agents were.  She remembered Mark’s reaction to being on the wrong end of Mrs. Waverly’s protectiveness over her husband.  Deciding to jump off the deep end, she cleared her throat.

“If you’ll pardon my asking, why do you think Mister Solo already knows?”

“Because he lied to me, my dear.  And unless you believe that I’ve gone dotty enough in my old age to believe that Alexander would leave to take an emergency conference call – one that, might I add, he could have taken over the secured lines here – in his pajamas without even his robe or his slippers?”

April didn’t hesitate.

“No, ma’am.  I see what you mean.  I will send a team out immediately to see how the kidnappers got past your home’s security.  Mister Slate and I will contact Mister Solo to see where he needs us to find Mister Waverly.”

Satisfied that the top agents would be looking for her husband, Mrs. Waverly nodded to herself.

“Excellent, Miss Dancer.  I shall expect either my husband or a progress report by lunchtime.  Now, I will get dressed to get ready for the investigation team’s arrival and allow you to take care of rousing Mister Slate.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as the dial-tone returned, April dialed Mark, finding her partner had already been awake for about an hour.  He promised to pick her up shortly and to have a stout cup of coffee waiting for her in the passenger’s cup holder.  They decided to wait until they were together to contact Napoleon so that they could hear the details of the hunt for Mister Waverly at the same time and be ready to go wherever Napoleon needed them to be.
 
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Halloween Round Robin Challenge



This is a great Round-Robin!


The prompt- by mrua7

Chapter 1- by ssclassof56

Chapter 2- by insaneladybug

Chapter 3- by pfrye

Chapter 4-lindafishes8

Chapter 5- Avery11

Chapter 6-katb357

Chapter 7-leethet

Chapter 8- alynwa

Chapter 9- otherhawk

Up TOMORROW 10/21  Chapter 10 by Avirra

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