Picfic Tuesday: True Aim

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( True Aim )

Tuesday PicFic 1/29

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Bullseye

"Alright, folks - are we agreed on the stakes? The one landing an arrow farthest from the center buys the entre for all - next closest springs for the appetizers - next one after that takes care of dessert. Person closest to the center just takes care of the tip for the waitress."

"That sound right, Napoleon. So, who's up first, mates?"

"Why don't you start us off, April? Ladies first."

"I prefer age before beauty - you lead off, Napoleon."

"You are a cold, cruel woman, Miss Dancer. Fine."

"Nice one, Mister Solo. Mark?"

"I haven't done this in years, April."

"No-one would guess, darling - you hit very nicely in the yellow circle. Illya?"

"This is new for me - would you mind if I went last?"

"Not at all."

"That's nearly dead even with mine, April. We might have to arm wrestle to break the tie."

"We'll stick with using a ruler, I think. Well, come on, Illya. Last shot is yours."

"Holy -"

"Bloody hell."

"Illya, you fibber! I thought you said you hadn't done archery before."

"No - I believe I said this was new to me. And it is. I learned archery on horseback. I had not done it for awhile. Nice to see that I have not lost my touch."

"This is all our own fault, you know."

"How's that, Mark?"

"We wagered food."

Napoleon Hood and his merry agents~ For PicFic Tuesday 1/29

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A group of Section II agents were gathered at training site at a remote location in central New Jersey, part of a Naval Weapons Station, located along the bayshore and a place UNCLE would often use for training purposes.

The station was divided into two sections of the base were connected by a military road and rail line, both patrolled regularly by Military Police. Public access to the area was by special permit only as the waterfront pier on the bay was where military munitions were off-loaded and disposed of. It was rumored nuclear weapons were handled there as well.

The remote outdoor facilities were made available to UNCLE by the US Navy for use by their agents for interim training, rather than sending them off to the secret facility on Survival island in the South Pacific.  On this occasion, the agents were practicing the use of a very old fashioned weapon, the bow and arrow in an outdoor setting rather than using the indoor range at head quarters.


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Missing The Mark - PicFic Tuesday

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Hamartia

n. Tragic flaw.

n. The fatal flaw of a literary tragic hero

n.  Sin

n. the character flaw or error of a tragic hero that leads to his downfall

Etymologies

Greek, from hamartanein, to miss the mark (archery term), to err.

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There was a tangible sense of redundancy in the surroundings, something that caused Illya Kuryakin to feel uncomfortable.  This place reeked of old, outdated ideas that screamed with defiance at a new morality that had crept into its formerly hallowed halls.

Not being a man given to moral standards as commonly embraced by the world at large, the Russian agent knew that his idea of right and wrong was bounded by whatever ability he had to fight what was truly evil; his own measurement less important than the one utilized by the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement.  That was the morality of record in his world.

Still, sometimes he resisted even those standards when an obvious oversight became too difficult for even one such as himself.  Such was the case now.

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Missing The Mark - PicFic Tuesday

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 Hamartia

n. Tragic flaw.

n. The fatal flaw of a literary tragic hero

n.  Sin

n. the character flaw or error of a tragic hero that leads to his downfall

Etymologies

Greek, from hamartanein, to miss the mark (archery term), to err.

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There was a tangible sense of redundancy in the surroundings, something that caused Illya Kuryakin to feel uncomfortable.  This place reeked of old, outdated ideas that screamed with defiance at a new morality that had crept into its formerly hallowed halls.

Not being a man given to moral standards as commonly embraced by the world at large, the Russian agent knew that his idea of right and wrong was bounded by whatever ability he had to fight what was truly evil; his own measurement less important than the one utilized by the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement.  That was the morality of record in his world.

Still, sometimes he resisted even those standards when an obvious oversight became too difficult for even one such as himself.  Such was the case now.

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Considering the PicFic today...

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Picfic Tuesday 01-29 : If Somethings Worth Doing..

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Napoleon found Illya down in the firing range; he was shooting arrows using a strange looking contraption at a target seventy metres away. The arrows were closely gathered around the inner rings.

“Some good shooting there, tovarisch.”

“Of course,” Illya grinned.

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