PicFic - September 11

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Fighting Fire With Fire

The sky was already growing light in the East, signaling the fast approaching dawn. The increasing light didn't make the two watchers feel any easier though. Quite the opposite.

"What the devil is taking them so long? How long have they been in there now, Mark?"

"Nearly six hours, Napoleon. How much longer do we give them before we go in after them?"

Napoleon hesitated slightly, then reached over and laid a hand on Mark's shoulder, feeling the younger man tense at his touch.

"We don't go in after them, Mark. If they don't come back out on their own, our orders are to wait three days and then make a second attempt to close this satrip down."

"Bloody hell. I don't like this one bit."

"Neither do I, but - wait. I think I see movement to the left."

Grabbing his field glasses, Mark adjusted them quickly.

"You're right, mate. Foliage is definitely being moved opposite the wind. Now we just have to see if it's our wayward partners or some animal out for a morning romp."

Both men tensed until Mark finally got a decent look at what was making its way toward them.

“I’d recognize that hair anywhere – that’s April.  No sign of anyone with her and she looks a bit worse for wear.”

Napoleon moved to give April a hand while Mark kept looking to see if he could spot Illya.  April had one of her arms wrapped around herself, supporting her ribs – from the sound of her hitched breathing, he figured she had, at the very least, badly bruised ribs.  Bruises were also starting to show on her face.  Much as he wanted to check over her injuries, the mission had to come first.

“What did you find in there?”

“The underground lab is chemical research.  All those formulas are not my area of expertise, but Illya says they’ve managed to rediscover Greek fire.  A bunch of them came across us while Illya was studying the notes.  We had a bit of a scuffle, then Illya told me to head back to the two of you and that he’d follow as soon as he finished with the notes.”

Mark had been able to hear from his vantage point and responded while still watching their surroundings.

“Greek fire was supposed to be rather nasty as I recall my history.  The formula for making it was supposed to have been lost ages ago.  Stuff would even keep burning on water.”

Napoleon glanced over toward where the underground labs were located, then looked upward to the now fully lightened sky.

“I hope Illya didn’t run into another –“

An earth-shaking explosion cut off Napoleon’s voice and, despite his continued concern for his fair-haired partner, he smiled at the sight of a fireball starting to climb into the sky.  Illya’s work.  Had to be.

Just as that fireball began to darken, a second blast ripped out through the surface.  Mark had been distracted enough by the pair of explosions that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Illya’s voice.

“Beautiful.  The sight whets my appetite for breakfast.”

“You nearly gave me a bleeding heart attack, you ruddy – “

A third explosion drew all of their attention back to where the labs used to be.  Now that he knew Illya wasn’t in the middle of the blasts, Napoleon could enjoy the sight more.

“The fire will probably continue burning underground for a day or two.  I doubt there will be anything left salvageable after that point.”

“Impressive.  I didn’t think you had that much in the way of explosives on you, chum.”

“I did not need much.  I divided what little I had between the three storage tanks of Greek fire.  Now that it has been exposed to air, it will do the rest for us.  Rather like that old saying of fighting fire with fire.”

Mark watched as the third fireball rose.  The new fireball was literally white hot in spots and hard to look at directly.

“Did you find anything about their plans for that stuff?”

A deeper rumble shook the area as Illya nodded.

“They were going to use a remote control equivalent of water balloon.  Can you imagine the havoc a toy airplane loaded with that substance would cause if it was crashed into the side of something?”

“Be nearly impossible to guard against as well.  A remote control plane would be too small to pick up on most defense systems and fences certainly wouldn’t stop them either.”

“One plan that I saw detailed using over two dozen of the craft to attack different areas of a base simultaneously.  The best fire crew on a base would never be able to fight so many fires erupting at the same time in different areas.”

“Nasty.  Speaking of which, let me get a look at that head wound, chum.  Looks like you’re going to need a few stitches.”

Another rumble drew their attention.  Napoleon noted that the heat from the fire below ground had gotten hot enough to cause the ground above it to start collapsing inward.

“High time for us to make our report back to Headquarters.  You and April need a little time in Medical and Mister Waverly is going to want to hear all the details.”

Adrenaline dying down as pain and exhaustion set in, Illya and April both needed some assistance from their respective partners as they made their way back to where their car was hidden.  Napoleon pulled out his communicator just long enough to let Mister Waverly know that the mission was successful.

One more THRUSH lab down and the world as a whole was just a little bit safer for it.  In their profession, that counted as a solid win.

PicFic - September 11

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Fighting Fire With Fire

The sky was already growing light in the East, signaling the fast approaching dawn. The increasing light didn't make the two watchers feel any easier though. Quite the opposite.

"What the devil is taking them so long? How long have they been in there now, Mark?"

"Nearly six hours, Napoleon. How much longer do we give them before we go in after them?"

Napoleon hesitated slightly, then reached over and laid a hand on Mark's shoulder, feeling the younger man tense at his touch.

"We don't go in after them, Mark. If they don't come back out on their own, our orders are to wait three days and then make a second attempt to close this satrip down."

"Bloody hell. I don't like this one bit."

"Neither do I, but - wait. I think I see movement to the left."

Grabbing his field glasses, Mark adjusted them quickly.

"You're right, mate. Foliage is definitely being moved opposite the wind. Now we just have to see if it's our wayward partners or some animal out for a morning romp."

Both men tensed until Mark finally got a decent look at what was making its way toward them.

“I’d recognize that hair anywhere – that’s April.  No sign of anyone with her and she looks a bit worse for wear.”

Napoleon moved to give April a hand while Mark kept looking to see if he could spot Illya.  April had one of her arms wrapped around herself, supporting her ribs – from the sound of her hitched breathing, he figured she had, at the very least, badly bruised ribs.  Bruises were also starting to show on her face.  Much as he wanted to check over her injuries, the mission had to come first.

“What did you find in there?”

“The underground lab is chemical research.  All those formulas are not my area of expertise, but Illya says they’ve managed to rediscover Greek fire.  A bunch of them came across us while Illya was studying the notes.  We had a bit of a scuffle, then Illya told me to head back to the two of you and that he’d follow as soon as he finished with the notes.”

Mark had been able to hear from his vantage point and responded while still watching their surroundings.

“Greek fire was supposed to be rather nasty as I recall my history.  The formula for making it was supposed to have been lost ages ago.  Stuff would even keep burning on water.”

Napoleon glanced over toward where the underground labs were located, then looked upward to the now fully lightened sky.

“I hope Illya didn’t run into another –“

An earth-shaking explosion cut off Napoleon’s voice and, despite his continued concern for his fair-haired partner, he smiled at the sight of a fireball starting to climb into the sky.  Illya’s work.  Had to be.

Just as that fireball began to darken, a second blast ripped out through the surface.  Mark had been distracted enough by the pair of explosions that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Illya’s voice.

“Beautiful.  The sight whets my appetite for breakfast.”

“You nearly gave me a bleeding heart attack, you ruddy – “

A third explosion drew all of their attention back to where the labs used to be.  Now that he knew Illya wasn’t in the middle of the blasts, Napoleon could enjoy the sight more.

“The fire will probably continue burning underground for a day or two.  I doubt there will be anything left salvageable after that point.”

“Impressive.  I didn’t think you had that much in the way of explosives on you, chum.”

“I did not need much.  I divided what little I had between the three storage tanks of Greek fire.  Now that it has been exposed to air, it will do the rest for us.  Rather like that old saying of fighting fire with fire.”

Mark watched as the third fireball rose.  The new fireball was literally white hot in spots and hard to look at directly.

“Did you find anything about their plans for that stuff?”

A deeper rumble shook the area as Illya nodded.

“They were going to use a remote control equivalent of water balloon.  Can you imagine the havoc a toy airplane loaded with that substance would cause if it was crashed into the side of something?”

“Be nearly impossible to guard against as well.  A remote control plane would be too small to pick up on most defense systems and fences certainly wouldn’t stop them either.”

“One plan that I saw detailed using over two dozen of the craft to attack different areas of a base simultaneously.  The best fire crew on a base would never be able to fight so many fires erupting at the same time in different areas.”

“Nasty.  Speaking of which, let me get a look at that head wound, chum.  Looks like you’re going to need a few stitches.”

Another rumble drew their attention.  Napoleon noted that the heat from the fire below ground had gotten hot enough to cause the ground above it to start collapsing inward.

“High time for us to make our report back to Headquarters.  You and April need a little time in Medical and Mister Waverly is going to want to hear all the details.”

Adrenaline dying down as pain and exhaustion set in, Illya and April both needed some assistance from their respective partners as they made their way back to where their car was hidden.  Napoleon pulled out his communicator just long enough to let Mister Waverly know that the mission was successful.

One more THRUSH lab down and the world as a whole was just a little bit safer for it.  In their profession, that counted as a solid win.

Three Little Explosions, All In a Row... PicFic Tuesday

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“All of you now pay attention, carefully. After...”

mumbling, whispering...

“Chyort, will you please settle down and be quiet. Mr. Waverly asked me to give you a demonstration in explosives techniques for a new compound and I am attempting to do as I was asked.” Illya Kuryakin spoke firmly. “If you do not pay attention and be cooperative, well I am sure it will not look good in your permanent records after I make my report to Section I.”

The Russian smiled to himself, as that comment got their complete attention.

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Three Little Explosions, All In a Row... PicFic Tuesday

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“All of you now pay attention, carefully. After...”

mumbling, whispering...

“Chyort, will you please settle down and be quiet. Mr. Waverly asked me to give you a demonstration in explosives techniques for a new compound and I am attempting to do as I was asked.” Illya Kuryakin spoke firmly. “If you do not pay attention and be cooperative, well I am sure it will not look good in your permanent records after I make my report to Section I.”

The Russian smiled to himself, as that comment got their complete attention.

( Read more... )

PicFic Tuesday

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Explosives

The two men sat waiting for the demonstration.  Napoleon could think of multiple places he rather be besides here, but as the CEA it was his duty to ensure all the resources Section Two agents used was up to par.  His only consolation was that he had dragged his grumpy partner along to keep him company and explain what the researchers were telling him.

“Tell me again, why I had to come with you?  I had plans for today that did not include waiting my morning on an empty field in the middle of nowhere.”

“You’re my partner, and I count on your opinion, Illya.”

“Try again Napoleon.  I am not falling for that one.”

“How about I enjoy your company?”

Glancing at his partner without seeming too, he saw Illya crossed his arms tightly across his chest, glaring his disbelief.

“Okay.  I admit.  You understand the technical details better than I do, and I need you to translate what the eggheads tell us.”

A small grin threatened to cross the Russian’s face, “That is at least an honest answer.”

 

Before them stood a man in a white lab coat,   “Mr. Solo, Mr. Kuryakin thank you for coming.  I am sure you will be happy with the new explosive we have created.  Here is a copy of our analysis to date.”

“Well Waverly does want us to check it out,” Napoleon said placing the folder down without opening it.

“Hmmp!” Illya offered as his only input at this time but began to flick through the papers.

The scientist immediately began explaining their creation, formula, and results they had so far during testing.  Napoleon noticed that as the man explained the data, his partner’s arms relaxed some, he sat up straighter and actually seemed engrossed in what the researcher was saying.  He, on the other hand, was bored.

After fifteen minutes, Napoleon held his hands up, “This is all extremely interesting, but can we see a demonstration of this sensational new explosive.”

Looking quickly at the two men, he knew that Kuryakin was fascinated in what he was saying and wouldn't mind him continuing.  However, the CEA would make the final decision on the item’s use.  With that, he called the command center ordering the trial to begin.

A few minutes later, the ground shook as three plumes of smoke, flames, and heat shot into the air.  Yellows, oranges, red and black clouds hindered their view of the area.

“WOW!  How much did you use to create though explosions?”

 Napoleon had to admit to himself, he was impressed but was concern as to how much they would need to carry with them to achieve similar results.

 

“If you had been listening, you would have heard it was only a one centimeter spot.”

Illya could see his partner trying to figure out the size in his mind.

“The size of a shirt button,” he told him with a smirk as the lab tech tried to hand Napoleon a button.

He pulled back his hand before touching his own shirt button then looking back toward the area that had been destroyed.

Illya took the button examining it before throwing it up in the air while watching his partner move back some.

“Really can’t you put that thing down?”

“It is perfectly safe without being primed with the thread that held it to the shirt.”

The CEA could see the almost wishful look in his partner’s eyes.

“I think we should have a Section Two agent check out how easy it is to use.  What do you say?”

“You do have to make an informed decision, and if you think it necessary, I would be happy to test it for you.”

Illya’s face lit up as he accepted the nod to continue.  He placed three more buttons in the test field then rejoining the others before he pushed the stem of his watch.

The agents with the scientist walked into the test area.  Illya moved from place to place examining the results of the explosion. 

“Well, Mr. Solo, Mr. Kuryakin do you find the explosives adequate for your men?

T
The CEA watched his partner who seemed like a child who has just been invited into a candy shop.  His eyes twinkled with excitement as a broad grin spread across his face. 

“I believe my partner has given it his seal of approval, and that’s enough for me.” 

PicFic Tuesday

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Explosives

The two men sat waiting for the demonstration.  Napoleon could think of multiple places he rather be besides here, but as the CEA it was his duty to ensure all the resources Section Two agents used was up to par.  His only consolation was that he had dragged his grumpy partner along to keep him company and explain what the researchers were telling him.

“Tell me again, why I had to come with you?  I had plans for today that did not include waiting my morning on an empty field in the middle of nowhere.”

“You’re my partner, and I count on your opinion, Illya.”

“Try again Napoleon.  I am not falling for that one.”

“How about I enjoy your company?”

Glancing at his partner without seeming too, he saw Illya crossed his arms tightly across his chest, glaring his disbelief.

“Okay.  I admit.  You understand the technical details better than I do, and I need you to translate what the eggheads tell us.”

A small grin threatened to cross the Russian’s face, “That is at least an honest answer.”

 

Before them stood a man in a white lab coat,   “Mr. Solo, Mr. Kuryakin thank you for coming.  I am sure you will be happy with the new explosive we have created.  Here is a copy of our analysis to date.”

“Well Waverly does want us to check it out,” Napoleon said placing the folder down without opening it.

“Hmmp!” Illya offered as his only input at this time but began to flick through the papers.

The scientist immediately began explaining their creation, formula, and results they had so far during testing.  Napoleon noticed that as the man explained the data, his partner’s arms relaxed some, he sat up straighter and actually seemed engrossed in what the researcher was saying.  He, on the other hand, was bored.

After fifteen minutes, Napoleon held his hands up, “This is all extremely interesting, but can we see a demonstration of this sensational new explosive.”

Looking quickly at the two men, he knew that Kuryakin was fascinated in what he was saying and wouldn't mind him continuing.  However, the CEA would make the final decision on the item’s use.  With that, he called the command center ordering the trial to begin.

A few minutes later, the ground shook as three plumes of smoke, flames, and heat shot into the air.  Yellows, oranges, red and black clouds hindered their view of the area.

“WOW!  How much did you use to create though explosions?”

 Napoleon had to admit to himself, he was impressed but was concern as to how much they would need to carry with them to achieve similar results.

 

“If you had been listening, you would have heard it was only a one centimeter spot.”

Illya could see his partner trying to figure out the size in his mind.

“The size of a shirt button,” he told him with a smirk as the lab tech tried to hand Napoleon a button.

He pulled back his hand before touching his own shirt button then looking back toward the area that had been destroyed.

Illya took the button examining it before throwing it up in the air while watching his partner move back some.

“Really can’t you put that thing down?”

“It is perfectly safe without being primed with the thread that held it to the shirt.”

The CEA could see the almost wishful look in his partner’s eyes.

“I think we should have a Section Two agent check out how easy it is to use.  What do you say?”

“You do have to make an informed decision, and if you think it necessary, I would be happy to test it for you.”

Illya’s face lit up as he accepted the nod to continue.  He placed three more buttons in the test field then rejoining the others before he pushed the stem of his watch.

The agents with the scientist walked into the test area.  Illya moved from place to place examining the results of the explosion. 

“Well, Mr. Solo, Mr. Kuryakin do you find the explosives adequate for your men?

T
The CEA watched his partner who seemed like a child who has just been invited into a candy shop.  His eyes twinkled with excitement as a broad grin spread across his face. 

“I believe my partner has given it his seal of approval, and that’s enough for me.” 

Fall Down Go Boom - PicFic Tuesday

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Just barely.  I've been gone all day and couldn't get this posted until now.  Forgive me, I have done it again I fear... read on.

~~~~~:

“There’s one for each of you; a little something extra for my favorite UNCLE agents.”

The sultry tone of the man’s voice did nothing to diminish the dismay being felt by the objects of Henry Jones’ torment.  Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakin and Kitt Kittridge were each standing at the window in Jones’ apartment that overlooked the strange testing ground built for him by THRUSH.

“You can blow up a row of exploding boxes.  Are we supposed to be impressed by that?”

Napoleon knew there was more to it, of course.  The fact that Jones had gone to the trouble to capture each of them, from entirely different parts of the world, gave some measure of brevity to the situation.  There was obviously a point in the offing.

( go boom! )

Fall Down Go Boom - PicFic Tuesday

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Just barely.  I've been gone all day and couldn't get this posted until now.  Forgive me, I have done it again I fear... read on.

~~~~~:

“There’s one for each of you; a little something extra for my favorite UNCLE agents.”

The sultry tone of the man’s voice did nothing to diminish the dismay being felt by the objects of Henry Jones’ torment.  Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakin and Kitt Kittridge were each standing at the window in Jones’ apartment that overlooked the strange testing ground built for him by THRUSH.

“You can blow up a row of exploding boxes.  Are we supposed to be impressed by that?”

Napoleon knew there was more to it, of course.  The fact that Jones had gone to the trouble to capture each of them, from entirely different parts of the world, gave some measure of brevity to the situation.  There was obviously a point in the offing.

( go boom! )