The Aloha Affair ~ for Picfic Tuesday challenge

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One minute, they were sitting at a Polynesian luau on a lush, palm tree covered island in the middle of the South Pacific, the next minute  Napoleon and Illya were running nearly naked, and for their lives along the windswept tropical beach.

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The Aloha Affair ~ for Picfic Tuesday challenge

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One minute, they were sitting at a Polynesian luau on a lush, palm tree covered island in the middle of the South Pacific, the next minute  Napoleon and Illya were running nearly naked, and for their lives along the windswept tropical beach.

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Tranquil View--PicFic Tuesday

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Napoleon watched from the top of the ridge as his partner headed out in the water.  He shivered as the surface slowly covered Illya’s head, his red suit disappearing.

Although glad Illya had lost the coin toss and would be the one to coming from the back of the outcropping of land, he still worried about him. 

The meeting was to take place on the top of the rise and Waverly was concerned it was a trap but the information was critical to the areas safety.  The contact stated he would only meet with one man, but the head of section 1 wanted to ensure his agent’s safety. 

“Turn around Mr. Solo,” an angry voice said. 

Napoleon slowly faced the man to see a gun pointing at his stomach.

“I knew Waverly would send one of his top men.  I was hoping for Kuryakin but your death will be just as welcome.”

“Then you have your wish,” Illya said as he came up behind the gunman.  “Drop the gun, or this peaceful scene will be your last sight.”

Napoleon and Illya relaxed on the top ridge after the contact was taken away. 

“You are right tovarisch; this is a tranquil view.”

“And we have ensured it stays that way,” Illya said as the sea swallowed the red globe of the sun.

Tranquil View--PicFic Tuesday

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Napoleon watched from the top of the ridge as his partner headed out in the water.  He shivered as the surface slowly covered Illya’s head, his red suit disappearing.

Although glad Illya had lost the coin toss and would be the one to coming from the back of the outcropping of land, he still worried about him. 

The meeting was to take place on the top of the rise and Waverly was concerned it was a trap but the information was critical to the areas safety.  The contact stated he would only meet with one man, but the head of section 1 wanted to ensure his agent’s safety. 

“Turn around Mr. Solo,” an angry voice said. 

Napoleon slowly faced the man to see a gun pointing at his stomach.

“I knew Waverly would send one of his top men.  I was hoping for Kuryakin but your death will be just as welcome.”

“Then you have your wish,” Illya said as he came up behind the gunman.  “Drop the gun, or this peaceful scene will be your last sight.”

Napoleon and Illya relaxed on the top ridge after the contact was taken away. 

“You are right tovarisch; this is a tranquil view.”

“And we have ensured it stays that way,” Illya said as the sea swallowed the red globe of the sun.

Two If By Sea: Picfic Tuesday

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The two agents burst from cover onto the beach.  Napoleon looked to the water’s edge and exclaimed, “I think your rescuing me just hit a snag; there’s no boat!”

The Russian grabbed his arm and began to pull him toward the surf.  “See that jetty?  The boat is on the other side; we have to swim to it!”

Napoleon hesitated, his natural fear of water evident on his face.  “Why can’t we just run down the beach and move along that cliff face until we can step out onto it?”

The sound of hounds baying drifted toward them.  “The dogs will not be able to track us when we enter the water.  Our pursuers might think we had our boat right here and are farther away than we actually are.  The sun is setting; we will be difficult to see.  We have to go!”  Seeing the look that passed quickly across his partner’s face, Illya leaned in and whispered urgently, “I will not let you drown!  Come!”

They smashed into the water and ran out as far as they could before they had to start swimming.  There was a fairly strong breeze which caused two and three foot waves that helped hide the men from sight.  Illya, the more powerful swimmer, grabbed Napoleon’s left hand to make sure he kept up and to help keep him calm as waves would occasionally wash over them.

Napoleon could hear the dogs on the beach.  He dared to glance back once to see three of them racing back and forth along the water line as they tried to pick up their scent again.  He was working very hard to complete the task at hand.  He knew how to swim, but the bulk of his time in water was spent in pools with no waves and no crabs floating by and definitely, no currents.  If he had been alone, he would have been hard – pressed to stay focused, but being able to swim alongside his partner who appeared to be totally in control gave him the confidence he needed.

They swam behind the outcropping of rocks and Napoleon thought the small black wooden boat with the outboard motor was the most beautiful thing he had seen in a very long time.  Staying low so they wouldn’t be seen from the beach, they came ashore.  Illya directed Napoleon into the boat where he started the motor as Illya raised the anchor.  Keeping the island between them and Napoleon’s former captors, Illya expertly guided the craft out to open water and their extraction point.

Breathing heavily, Napoleon flopped over onto his back and held up his right arm to look dejectedly at what remained of his suit.  “Mr. Waverly is going to flip his lid when he sees my expense report,” he moaned, “You would come by sea.”

The wind was whipping the blond’s hair about his face as he steered.  “Silk suits do not mix well with jungle prison cells; next time, wear something appropriate for capture.”    

Two If By Sea: Picfic Tuesday

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The two agents burst from cover onto the beach.  Napoleon looked to the water’s edge and exclaimed, “I think your rescuing me just hit a snag; there’s no boat!”

The Russian grabbed his arm and began to pull him toward the surf.  “See that jetty?  The boat is on the other side; we have to swim to it!”

Napoleon hesitated, his natural fear of water evident on his face.  “Why can’t we just run down the beach and move along that cliff face until we can step out onto it?”

The sound of hounds baying drifted toward them.  “The dogs will not be able to track us when we enter the water.  Our pursuers might think we had our boat right here and are farther away than we actually are.  The sun is setting; we will be difficult to see.  We have to go!”  Seeing the look that passed quickly across his partner’s face, Illya leaned in and whispered urgently, “I will not let you drown!  Come!”

They smashed into the water and ran out as far as they could before they had to start swimming.  There was a fairly strong breeze which caused two and three foot waves that helped hide the men from sight.  Illya, the more powerful swimmer, grabbed Napoleon’s left hand to make sure he kept up and to help keep him calm as waves would occasionally wash over them.

Napoleon could hear the dogs on the beach.  He dared to glance back once to see three of them racing back and forth along the water line as they tried to pick up their scent again.  He was working very hard to complete the task at hand.  He knew how to swim, but the bulk of his time in water was spent in pools with no waves and no crabs floating by and definitely, no currents.  If he had been alone, he would have been hard – pressed to stay focused, but being able to swim alongside his partner who appeared to be totally in control gave him the confidence he needed.

They swam behind the outcropping of rocks and Napoleon thought the small black wooden boat with the outboard motor was the most beautiful thing he had seen in a very long time.  Staying low so they wouldn’t be seen from the beach, they came ashore.  Illya directed Napoleon into the boat where he started the motor as Illya raised the anchor.  Keeping the island between them and Napoleon’s former captors, Illya expertly guided the craft out to open water and their extraction point.

Breathing heavily, Napoleon flopped over onto his back and held up his right arm to look dejectedly at what remained of his suit.  “Mr. Waverly is going to flip his lid when he sees my expense report,” he moaned, “You would come by sea.”

The wind was whipping the blond’s hair about his face as he steered.  “Silk suits do not mix well with jungle prison cells; next time, wear something appropriate for capture.”    

The Shores of Paradise - PicFic Tuesday

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What can turn Paradise into a prison?  How does a man start out with such high expectations, only to have his world come crashing down around him?

( trouble in paradise... )

The Shores of Paradise - PicFic Tuesday

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

What can turn Paradise into a prison?  How does a man start out with such high expectations, only to have his world come crashing down around him?

( trouble in paradise... )