Pax Romana ~ Part One

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Summary: Napoleon finds mischief and trouble  when he returns to Kenny’s Castaways.  Here’s the cat fight you all asked for folks, as well as answers to other questions.

" Surprise Surprise"                            http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/83299.html

"We’ve got to stop meeting like this"   http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/83709.html part one
                                                        http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/85009.html part two

"Pax Romana" the conclusion             http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/90365.html part one
                                                        http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/91076.html part two
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Napoleon Solo stepped up to the side walk from the steps at Del Floria’s. It was three in the morning and the street lights created sharp shadows across the front of the building.

A trickle of sweat ran down his face as it was hot and oppressively humid. He draped his suit jacket over his shoulder while he waited for an UNCLE taxi to appear from the parking garage. There was still enough traffic on the street to create the usual din of horns periodically blaring, and engines roaring in a city that never really slept.

Napoleon was feeling tired, but restless as he’d just finished his reports with his partner regarding their last mission to South America.  “Gervais Ravel, ahhh,” he sighed, deadly and beautiful ...he let his thoughts drift to where they shouldn’t have; leaving him now hotter as well as bothered. He wanted sex.

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Pax Romana ~ Part One

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Summary: Napoleon finds mischief and trouble  when he returns to Kenny’s Castaways.  Here’s the cat fight you all asked for folks, as well as answers to other questions.

" Surprise Surprise"                            http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/83299.html

"We’ve got to stop meeting like this"   http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/83709.html part one
                                                        http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/85009.html part two

"Pax Romana" the conclusion             http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/90365.html part one
                                                        http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/91076.html part two
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Napoleon Solo stepped up to the side walk from the steps at Del Floria’s. It was three in the morning and the street lights created sharp shadows across the front of the building.

A trickle of sweat ran down his face as it was hot and oppressively humid. He draped his suit jacket over his shoulder while he waited for an UNCLE taxi to appear from the parking garage. There was still enough traffic on the street to create the usual din of horns periodically blaring, and engines roaring in a city that never really slept.

Napoleon was feeling tired, but restless as he’d just finished his reports with his partner regarding their last mission to South America.  “Gervais Ravel, ahhh,” he sighed, deadly and beautiful ...he let his thoughts drift to where they shouldn’t have; leaving him now hotter as well as bothered. He wanted sex.

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Happy Birthday, Maybe?? To Spikesgirl58

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According to my messages, your birthday is today or Sunday.  So (sung to tune of Call Me Maybe)

It's your birthday!
This is crazy
Is this your birthday?
Or Sunday maybe?

Either way, I hope your birthday is whatever you want it to be.  Many, many more!

Happy Birthday, Maybe?? To Spikesgirl58

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

According to my messages, your birthday is today or Sunday.  So (sung to tune of Call Me Maybe)

It's your birthday!
This is crazy
Is this your birthday?
Or Sunday maybe?

Either way, I hope your birthday is whatever you want it to be.  Many, many more!

The Letter

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“Tovarisch, I brought roast beef sand…What’s that?” Napoleon asked as Illya hastily snatched papers off his table to put in his shirt pocket.  He had come to Illya’s apartment after work so they could finish up some overdue mission reports.  He hadn’t bothered to knock, just used his key and turned off the alarm system.

Blushing as if he had been caught doing something wrong, Illya answered, “It is nothing.”  When Napoleon stared at him with a look that said Then why are you hiding it? the Russian ducked his head and mumbled, “You will laugh.”

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The Letter

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“Tovarisch, I brought roast beef sand…What’s that?” Napoleon asked as Illya hastily snatched papers off his table to put in his shirt pocket.  He had come to Illya’s apartment after work so they could finish up some overdue mission reports.  He hadn’t bothered to knock, just used his key and turned off the alarm system.

Blushing as if he had been caught doing something wrong, Illya answered, “It is nothing.”  When Napoleon stared at him with a look that said Then why are you hiding it? the Russian ducked his head and mumbled, “You will laugh.”

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