Happiness is... ~ for PicFic Tuesday 10/23

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Illya Kuryakin awoke to find himself  sitting on a decrepit sofa in a dingy room. His vision was out of kilter and could barely hold his head up. He was quite unable to remember how he’d gotten there.  Looking down at his bare arms, he saw they were riddled with needle marks. Someone had shot him up with something and guessing from his surroundings; he only hoped it wasn’t heroin.  

Thrush concoctions he could manage and often tolerate, but hardcore drugs were another story...


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Happiness is... ~ for PicFic Tuesday 10/23

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Illya Kuryakin awoke to find himself  sitting on a decrepit sofa in a dingy room. His vision was out of kilter and could barely hold his head up. He was quite unable to remember how he’d gotten there.  Looking down at his bare arms, he saw they were riddled with needle marks. Someone had shot him up with something and guessing from his surroundings; he only hoped it wasn’t heroin.  

Thrush concoctions he could manage and often tolerate, but hardcore drugs were another story...


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The Tale That Wouldn't End - PicFic Tuesday

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Once again we join Illya and Napoleon as the try to unravel the mystery of Henry Jones and Fall Down, Go Boom.  This is part 6.
~~~~~:


( What else? you may ask... )

the conclusion is here

The Tale That Wouldn't End - PicFic Tuesday

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Once again we join Illya and Napoleon as the try to unravel the mystery of Henry Jones and Fall Down, Go Boom.  This is part 6.
~~~~~:


( What else? you may ask... )

the conclusion is here

PicFic Tuesday: No Choice

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 A comforting hand on his shoulder, a gun in his hand, and a body at his feet, he had done his job.

“You had no choice Napoleon.  He had a gun pointing at my head.”

Was this what he had become, solving the world’s problems by killing.  He knew he had no choice but to kill the traitor, but this man had been his friend, a fellow agent. 

 “He had betrayed us,” Illya spoke quietly trying to soften his partner's pain.

 “It doesn’t make it easier to accept.” He said putting the gun away.

Walking away, he didn’t look back.

PicFic Tuesday: No Choice

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 A comforting hand on his shoulder, a gun in his hand, and a body at his feet, he had done his job.

“You had no choice Napoleon.  He had a gun pointing at my head.”

Was this what he had become, solving the world’s problems by killing.  He knew he had no choice but to kill the traitor, but this man had been his friend, a fellow agent. 

 “He had betrayed us,” Illya spoke quietly trying to soften his partner's pain.

 “It doesn’t make it easier to accept.” He said putting the gun away.

Walking away, he didn’t look back.

Bandy 6:9

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When the game ended, Illya took one last look at the field, wishing he could have been in the game.

As he headed down the stairs, Napoleon stopped him.

"This way."

Illya followed his partner into the locker room.

"Danylko, this is my friend Illya Kuryakin I told you about. He tells me he used to play the game."

The man turned giving Illya a big bear hug.

"So you are my brother Ukrainian that Napoleon tells me about all the time. Welcome. Come my friends; let us remember the good times when our country was free to enjoy this game."

Bandy 6:9

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When the game ended, Illya took one last look at the field, wishing he could have been in the game.

As he headed down the stairs, Napoleon stopped him.

"This way."

Illya followed his partner into the locker room.

"Danylko, this is my friend Illya Kuryakin I told you about. He tells me he used to play the game."

The man turned giving Illya a big bear hug.

"So you are my brother Ukrainian that Napoleon tells me about all the time. Welcome. Come my friends; let us remember the good times when our country was free to enjoy this game."