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glennagirl.livejournal.comNapoleon was curious about what had made his partner so perplexed. Lots of men had blond hair and were about Illya’s size. Saying the man looked just like him was going a little far, he thought.
( follow that blond... )
Dec. 27th, 2012
glennagirl.livejournal.com( follow that blond... )
glennagirl.livejournal.comNapoleon was curious about what had made his partner so perplexed. Lots of men had blond hair and were about Illya’s size. Saying the man looked just like him was going a little far, he thought.
( follow that blond... )
mrua7.livejournal.comA call and response to Glennagirls "Double Blond" drabble: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/195092.html
It was his first trip to New York city and he wanted to make the best of it, before he shipped out with the Royal Medical Corp to Vietnam in two and a half weeks time. That posting would be a challenge, as he was not accustomed to the climate. Rainy weather in England he was used to, but not the rainy season of South-East Asia. Yet, like so many things in his life, he would adapt.
( double double toil and trouble )
It was his first trip to New York city and he wanted to make the best of it, before he shipped out with the Royal Medical Corp to Vietnam in two and a half weeks time. That posting would be a challenge, as he was not accustomed to the climate. Rainy weather in England he was used to, but not the rainy season of South-East Asia. Yet, like so many things in his life, he would adapt.
( double double toil and trouble )
mrua7.livejournal.comA call and response to Glennagirls "Double Blond" drabble: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/195092.html
It was his first trip to New York city and he wanted to make the best of it, before he shipped out with the Royal Medical Corp to Vietnam in two and a half weeks time. That posting would be a challenge, as he was not accustomed to the climate. Rainy weather in England he was used to, but not the rainy season of South-East Asia. Yet, like so many things in his life, he would adapt.
( double double toil and trouble )
It was his first trip to New York city and he wanted to make the best of it, before he shipped out with the Royal Medical Corp to Vietnam in two and a half weeks time. That posting would be a challenge, as he was not accustomed to the climate. Rainy weather in England he was used to, but not the rainy season of South-East Asia. Yet, like so many things in his life, he would adapt.
( double double toil and trouble )
mrua7.livejournal.comlink to chapter 3: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/195990.html
The next morning, he excused himself from the amorous arms of the young lady he'd spent the night with, finding out her name was Shirley. It had been a wonderful evening, and was one that was completely unexpected.
The next morning, he excused himself from the amorous arms of the young lady he'd spent the night with, finding out her name was Shirley. It had been a wonderful evening, and was one that was completely unexpected.
( Now follow the 'other' blond... )
mrua7.livejournal.comlink to chapter 3: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/195990.html
The next morning, he excused himself from the amorous arms of the young lady he'd spent the night with, finding out her name was Shirley. It had been a wonderful evening, and was one that was completely unexpected.
The next morning, he excused himself from the amorous arms of the young lady he'd spent the night with, finding out her name was Shirley. It had been a wonderful evening, and was one that was completely unexpected.
( Now follow the 'other' blond... )
glennagirl.livejournal.comIn case you missed the beginning, it started here.
~~~~~:
It was another twenty-four hours before the two partners were able to revisit the subject of Illya’s double. The Russian agent had been called into action once more, tailing the THRUSH courier until late in the evening. He had almost forgotten about the man in the pub until he awoke from a disturbing dream that had him meeting the man face to face, only to find that they both looked like Louie, the courier from THRUSH.
( on the hunt... )
glennagirl.livejournal.comIn case you missed the beginning, it started here.
~~~~~:
It was another twenty-four hours before the two partners were able to revisit the subject of Illya’s double. The Russian agent had been called into action once more, tailing the THRUSH courier until late in the evening. He had almost forgotten about the man in the pub until he awoke from a disturbing dream that had him meeting the man face to face, only to find that they both looked like Louie, the courier from THRUSH.
( on the hunt... )
mrua7.livejournal.comlink to chapter 5: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/196753.html
l
lHe rose from the bench, walking out of the Egyptian gallery into another, not stopping as now he was sure the man was indeed following him. Eventually making his way into the Medieval section, he quickly ducked into a reproduction of a Medieval street, leading to a low domed gallery supported by intricately carved pillars. It instantly changed the mood to one of something dark and sinister
( quick, this way. )mrua7.livejournal.comlink to chapter 5: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/196753.html
l
lHe rose from the bench, walking out of the Egyptian gallery into another, not stopping as now he was sure the man was indeed following him. Eventually making his way into the Medieval section, he quickly ducked into a reproduction of a Medieval street, leading to a low domed gallery supported by intricately carved pillars. It instantly changed the mood to one of something dark and sinister
( quick, this way. )glennagirl.livejournal.comNapoleon and Illya made quick work of getting to the museum, bypassing their usual nod to the traffic laws. Illya was at the wheel, and it was no small feat of endurance that Napoleon arrived without one word of protest at the maniacal driving skills the Russian exhibited as they sped towards their goal.
( Double trouble... )
glennagirl.livejournal.comNapoleon and Illya made quick work of getting to the museum, bypassing their usual nod to the traffic laws. Illya was at the wheel, and it was no small feat of endurance that Napoleon arrived without one word of protest at the maniacal driving skills the Russian exhibited as they sped towards their goal.
( Double trouble... )
mrua7.livejournal.comlink to chapter 7: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/197235.html
He woke, finding himself in the backseat of a black sedan motoring off to who knows where. His eyes were blindfolded, but he pulled the cloth down in spite of his hands being tied. The sounds of the city were gone, and all he could see was a green tree-lined rural road.
“Oh, so you’re finally awake...Mr. Kuryakin," said a rather rough-looking man who was pointing an odd looking rifle with some sort of red scope attached to the stock.
“I beg your pardon, but I am not this Mr. Kuryakin. You’ve made a terrible mistake my good man.”
“They said you were a tricky one, real good at lying.” He snickered at the Russian." Do you really think I'm that stupid."
( the other blond is in trouble... )
He woke, finding himself in the backseat of a black sedan motoring off to who knows where. His eyes were blindfolded, but he pulled the cloth down in spite of his hands being tied. The sounds of the city were gone, and all he could see was a green tree-lined rural road.
“Oh, so you’re finally awake...Mr. Kuryakin," said a rather rough-looking man who was pointing an odd looking rifle with some sort of red scope attached to the stock.
“I beg your pardon, but I am not this Mr. Kuryakin. You’ve made a terrible mistake my good man.”
“They said you were a tricky one, real good at lying.” He snickered at the Russian." Do you really think I'm that stupid."
( the other blond is in trouble... )
mrua7.livejournal.comlink to chapter 7: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/197235.html
He woke, finding himself in the backseat of a black sedan motoring off to who knows where. His eyes were blindfolded, but he pulled the cloth down in spite of his hands being tied. The sounds of the city were gone, and all he could see was a green tree-lined rural road.
“Oh, so you’re finally awake...Mr. Kuryakin," said a rather rough-looking man who was pointing an odd looking rifle with some sort of red scope attached to the stock.
“I beg your pardon, but I am not this Mr. Kuryakin. You’ve made a terrible mistake my good man.”
“They said you were a tricky one, real good at lying.” He snickered at the Russian." Do you really think I'm that stupid."
( the other blond is in trouble... )
He woke, finding himself in the backseat of a black sedan motoring off to who knows where. His eyes were blindfolded, but he pulled the cloth down in spite of his hands being tied. The sounds of the city were gone, and all he could see was a green tree-lined rural road.
“Oh, so you’re finally awake...Mr. Kuryakin," said a rather rough-looking man who was pointing an odd looking rifle with some sort of red scope attached to the stock.
“I beg your pardon, but I am not this Mr. Kuryakin. You’ve made a terrible mistake my good man.”
“They said you were a tricky one, real good at lying.” He snickered at the Russian." Do you really think I'm that stupid."
( the other blond is in trouble... )
glennagirl.livejournal.comThe apartment building loomed above the two agents as they checked the address for Shirley Norene one more time.
“Sounds Swedish.”
Napoleon smirked a little…
“Sounds like your type. Who is this guy I wonder?”
( Going up... )
glennagirl.livejournal.comThe apartment building loomed above the two agents as they checked the address for Shirley Norene one more time.
“Sounds Swedish.”
Napoleon smirked a little…
“Sounds like your type. Who is this guy I wonder?”
( Going up... )
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