Lucky

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Summary: Illya and Napoleon guard a witness in an U.N.C.L.E. safe house, and there they encounter luck in several forms.

Rating: Gen
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It was that perfect time of day, a summer's eve, just when the light was fading but there was still enough to see the details of your surroundings. The moon was high in a cloudless sky, not quite full yet with it's light giving a muted brilliance to the approaching darkness.

Illya Kuryakin sat in a white wicker chair on the front porch of an old Victorian house that was situated in the middle of nowhere in northern New Jersey.

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Lucky

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Summary: Illya and Napoleon guard a witness in an U.N.C.L.E. safe house, and there they encounter luck in several forms.

Rating: Gen
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It was that perfect time of day, a summer's eve, just when the light was fading but there was still enough to see the details of your surroundings. The moon was high in a cloudless sky, not quite full yet with it's light giving a muted brilliance to the approaching darkness.

Illya Kuryakin sat in a white wicker chair on the front porch of an old Victorian house that was situated in the middle of nowhere in northern New Jersey.

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Alaska Blues III

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Dressed in white, gray and black camouflage gear they hiked the last mile to the base of the mountain where the cave sat.  Stealthily, they approached the mouth and paused to listen; the sound of machinery came from within.  Two guards stood outside, almost blending into the background.

The agents pulled their weapons, aimed and darted them.  Switching clothes and grabbing the rifles, they walked into the cave far enough to see lab – coated men looking at gauges on a huge piece of equipment.

“What is that?”

“Doesn’t matter; it’s THRUSH so it must be destroyed.”

Illya nodded. “Of course.”

Alaska Blues III

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Dressed in white, gray and black camouflage gear they hiked the last mile to the base of the mountain where the cave sat.  Stealthily, they approached the mouth and paused to listen; the sound of machinery came from within.  Two guards stood outside, almost blending into the background.

The agents pulled their weapons, aimed and darted them.  Switching clothes and grabbing the rifles, they walked into the cave far enough to see lab – coated men looking at gauges on a huge piece of equipment.

“What is that?”

“Doesn’t matter; it’s THRUSH so it must be destroyed.”

Illya nodded. “Of course.”