You Said It - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glenmered]

 “It’s raining outside.”

A quirk of an eyebrow…he can’t let it pass.

“As opposed to raining inside?”

A smirk from the other speaker, the wounded one.

“You know what I mean.”

A smile, slow and calculating spreads across the blond’s face.

“Of course I know what you mean.  But your observation required no qualification of where the rain was falling.”

He’s heard a similar complaint before.

“You know, Kuryakin, sometimes you’re a real pain in the …

The Russian clucks his tongue, which is more irritating than the initial comment.

“Do you always have to be so…?”

Another smile.

“Apparently.”

You Said It - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“It’s raining outside.”

A quirk of an eyebrow…he can’t let it pass.

“As opposed to raining inside?”

A smirk from the other speaker, the wounded one.

“You know what I mean.”

A smile, slow and calculating spreads across the blond’s face.

“Of course I know what you mean.  But your observation required no qualification of where the rain was falling.”

He’s heard a similar complaint before.

“You know, Kuryakin, sometimes you’re a real pain in the …

The Russian clucks his tongue, which is more irritating than the initial comment.

“Do you always have to be so…?”

Another smile.

“Apparently.”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 23~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

 Half drabbles inspired by lines from a poem.

 Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed ~William Shakespeare

 .

For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,

It was his weekend off, and Illya disappeared wordlessly, not telling Napoleon of his plans.  

  No, this was private, his rendezvous with Marion.  

They met at a B & B outside the city; he anticipating spending the day in bed with her, but that was not to be.   

She was unhappy.

.

 
  Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,

She blindsided him, saying she wanted more than to be an afterthought, and merely his bedmate, like a common strumpet.

He couldn’t give what she wanted, insisting he cared for her.

  She sent him packing, it was over.

He sighed, this was his lot in life...to be abandoned again.

The Birds of Prey Affair~ chapter 6

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

link to chapter 5:http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/207334.html

"Napoleon, Illya..." Mark called, his voice cracking as he raised it. "There was an explosion mates...in Del Floria's. The security cameras are showing lots of men inside, they're coming in through the agent's entrance. Some are wearing T.H.R.U.S.H. uniforms and they look armed to the teeth."

"We heard it. Hit the purple button on Waverly's console now!" Illya called out.

As soon as he did it, the reception area became filled with red smoke, knockout gas bringing down the first barrage of Thrushmen.

When the smoke and effects of the gas began to dissipate, Mark saw via the monitor a half-dozen bodies on the floor. More men kept pouring in through Del Floria's and one had a crowbar, using it to try to get through the secondary entrance.

"Illya there's more coming, they're trying to pry open..."

Not waiting for him to finish, Napoleon barked another order, "Hit the blue button now!"

Two small portals opened in the reception room walls to the right and left of the secondary door. The barrels of two automatic machine guns appeared, opening fire and hitting most of the attackers, though some escaped back out into smoldering remains of Del Floria's.

Mark opened his communicator. "April are you there?"

"Yes Mark, Donnelly is dead and I took a hit..." Her voice faded.

"April? APRIL!" Mark received no reply. He switched channels. "Anyone on the outside, do you read me?"

"Agent Marconi here, were pretty much pinned down out here."

"Are you anywhere near Agent Dancer?" Mark hid the desperation that was tearing at him.

"No sir."

"How many THRUSH can you see?"

"At least two dozen sir, they have the street closed off with what looks like work crews, and they're piling out of several vans parked in front of the entrance to headquarters

"Do the best you can Marconi, out."

"Did you hear that Napoleon?" Mark called.

"Yes, meet me and Illya in the corridor at the secondary entrance. Everyone else is to fall back and cover the File 40 archives, lab and computer sections. Disable the door locking mechanisms if they have to and hunker down inside and cover themselves for an assault."

Napoleon couldn't allow himself think of the innocent secretaries who were caught in the middle of this, yet he said a silent prayer it wouldn't come to them having to defend themselves and classified U.N.C.L.E. records...not exactly something they had signed on for in the first place was it?

A Little Drabble Do Ya--Innocents

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

They walked down the side of the road, gun in hand searching for anyone alive.

Thrush had been here before them and the village was wiped out.

“Why?” Napoleon asked disgusted.

“It is their way,” Illya responded knowing that his partner’s heart was breaking.

“Men, women, and children for a piece of information.” Napoleon’s anger filling his words.

A sudden cry brought the men to a mother hiding with a baby.

“You’re safe,” Napoleon comforted her smiling.

“We cannot bring the others back, but we will keep them safe.” Illya promised.

“I know,” he said offering his hand to the woman.

The Randomness of Life~ for a Little Drabble do Ya Wednesday

[mlaw]

 

 Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed ~William Shakespeare

 .

For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,

It was his weekend off, and Illya disappeared wordlessly, not telling Napoleon of his plans.  

  No, this was private, his rendezvous with Marion.  

They met at a B & B outside the city; he anticipating spending the day in bed with her, but that was not to be.   

She was unhappy.

.

 
  Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,

She blindsided him, saying she wanted more than to be an afterthought, and merely his bedmate, like a common strumpet.

He couldn’t give what she wanted, insisting he cared for her.

  She sent him packing, it was over.

He sighed, this was his lot in life...to be abandoned again.

The Birds of Prey Affair~ chapter 5

[mlaw]

 link to chapter 4: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/206110.html
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Another half dozen agents reported they were on route to headquarters, including Mark's partner, April Dancer. When the finally tally was reached, he called those numbers to Napoleon.

"That's not much to work with considering we don't know what we're up against." Solo sighed. "Mark I want weapons issued to everyone..."

"Everyone?"

"Yes, but make sure the ladies from the secretarial pool get clips with sleep rounds and not live ammo. And will you please shut off that alarm. I think everyone who needed to know, now knows. Out."

Everything became eerily silent as the alarms were shut down, only the lights continued to flash their warnings. Mark left Lisa to monitor the communications console, heading down to the armory and there he issued weapons to inexperienced women and that made him just a bit nervous; though snuggling up to them to give quick lessons in using a firearm more than made up for it.

"Eww Mark you're so manly," Candace purred as he wrapped his arms around her, helping her to aim the pistol at the target he'd set up down in the range located in the lower levels of headquarters. "I feel so safe with you."

Mark rolled his eyes, not knowing if he should take that as a complement or not. He knew he wasn't a ladies man like Solo, and often relied on his British accent to charm a girl. That for some reason attracted them to him, but more often than not, he seemed to muck things up with the 'birds.' At least he had a bit of fun repeating the training process with all four women.

His communicator chirped in the middle of it all.

"Mark, what's going on? I just heard the lockdown code." April Dancer's voice was filled with concern that only her partner could detect. To anyone else she seemed cool and collected.

"Mr. Waverly and nearly everyone in headquarters is unconscious. No one knows what caused it and Illya is checking some blood samples to see if he can find out anything."

"Is Mr. Waverly all right?"

"He seemed to be having some breathing difficulties and was taken up to medical, though there's only one nurse there unaffected. We have minimal staff in here to fend off an attack. Where are you girl?"

"I'm on the rooftop across the street with Agent Donnelly and so far everything looks to be normal at the moment.

"All right keep a sharp look out luv and be careful. I'm not out there to cover your back."

"I know Mark darling, I'll be careful and you do the same. Dancer...oh, hang on."

He could hear gunshots being fired. There was a sudden explosion that rocked the building as if it had been hit by an earthquake. The Klaxons went off again automatically, but Mark hit the button, shutting them down.

He had no doubt that everyone already heard and felt the explosion...

 

The Birds of Prey Affair~ chapter 6

[mlaw]

 link to chapter 5:http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/207334.html

"Napoleon, Illya..." Mark called, his voice cracking as he raised it. "There was an explosion mates...in Del Floria's. The security cameras are showing lots of men inside, they're coming in through the agent's entrance. Some are wearing T.H.R.U.S.H. uniforms and they look armed to the teeth."

"We heard it. Hit the purple button on Waverly's console now!" Illya called out.

As soon as he did it, the reception area became filled with red smoke, knockout gas bringing down the first barrage of Thrushmen.

When the smoke and effects of the gas began to dissipate, Mark saw via the monitor a half-dozen bodies on the floor. More men kept pouring in through Del Floria's and one had a crowbar, using it to try to get through the secondary entrance.

"Illya there's more coming, they're trying to pry open..."

Not waiting for him to finish, Napoleon barked another order, "Hit the blue button now!"

Two small portals opened in the reception room walls to the right and left of the secondary door. The barrels of two automatic machine guns appeared, opening fire and hitting most of the attackers, though some escaped back out into smoldering remains of Del Floria's.

Mark opened his communicator. "April are you there?"

"Yes Mark, Donnelly is dead and I took a hit..." Her voice faded.

"April? APRIL!" Mark received no reply. He switched channels. "Anyone on the outside, do you read me?"

"Agent Marconi here, were pretty much pinned down out here."

"Are you anywhere near Agent Dancer?" Mark hid the desperation that was tearing at him.

"No sir."

"How many THRUSH can you see?"

"At least two dozen sir, they have the street closed off with what looks like work crews, and they're piling out of several vans parked in front of the entrance to headquarters

"Do the best you can Marconi, out."

"Did you hear that Napoleon?" Mark called.

"Yes, meet me and Illya in the corridor at the secondary entrance. Everyone else is to fall back and cover the File 40 archives, lab and computer sections. Disable the door locking mechanisms if they have to and hunker down inside and cover themselves for an assault."

Napoleon couldn't allow himself think of the innocent secretaries who were caught in the middle of this, yet he said a silent prayer it wouldn't come to them having to defend themselves and classified U.N.C.L.E. records...not exactly something they had signed on for in the first place was it?

A Little Drabble Do Ya

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Link to The Pick Up Part 3: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/202543.html

The Pick Up Part 4

When the receptionist was occupied with another guest, they slipped into the ornate elevator, stepping out onto plush carpet on reaching the fourth floor.

“Why do we not stay in places like this? I would not mind sharing.”

“Simple, Accounts, and if you call taking three quarters of the bed sharing…” Quipped Solo.

They found room 473.

“Got your lockpic?”

“Of course.”

Once the job was done, a glance passed between each other; Illya would go low and to the left, Napoleon high and to the right.

“Okay, on three. One, two three.”  The American whispered.

They burst through the door.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Back to Business

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“Well, Illya, the holidays are over, it’s a new year and it’s time to get back to business.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve taken down all my decorations, thrown away my Christmas cards and put away all my gifts.  It’s time now to stop looking back and start looking to the future.”

“You have another three miles to run on the treadmill, Napoleon.”

“I know.  Skinny Russian!  The least you could have done was gain weight.  I put on ten pounds!”

“You will lose it quickly, I am sure.”

“Next holiday season, I’ll watch what I eat.”

“I have heard that before.”

“Quiet.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Back to Business

[alynwa]

“Well, Illya, the holidays are over, it’s a new year and it’s time to get back to business.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve taken down all my decorations, thrown away my Christmas cards and put away all my gifts. It’s time now to stop looking back and start looking to the future.”

“You have another three miles to run on the treadmill, Napoleon.”

“I know. Skinny Russian! The least you could have done was gain weight. I put on ten pounds!”

“You will lose it quickly, I am sure.”

“Next holiday season, I’ll watch what I eat.”

“I have heard that before.”

“Quiet.”

When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Three

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Illya's carefully made plans don't quite go right!

Link to Part Two: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/206078.html

Part Three Below The Cut.



( When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Three )

When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Three

[avrovulcan]

Illyas carefully made plans don't quite go to plan!

Link to Chapter Two: section7mfu.dreamwidth.org/198204.html

Part Three Below The Cut.

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