Endgame~ for the Picfic Tuesday challenge 2/19

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All the chess pieces had been moved, the exchange of a queen, a knight and the serious reduction of forces had been made. It was now the endgame, and Napoleon knew it.

However, the pieces in this game weren't on a chessboard; they were real people, living human beings and Solo's partner was among them.

If Napoleon made the wrong move, said the wrong words, Illya Kuryakin would die and it would be his fault. An innocent could lose her life in this gambit as well.

Prince Omar Al-Awsat, was counting on the loyalty of the American towards his Russian friend. He was the key piece on the board in this battle of wits; Kuryakin was the prize for Solo, and Al-Awsat's trophy would be the head of Napoleon Solo for sullying his jewel... his daughter Akilah, whose name in Arabic meant 'matchless pearl.' But now that was no longer the case, and the man responsible for ruining her would pay with his life.

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PicFic Tuesday Prompt for February 19th

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 PicFic Tuesday Challenge Prompt for February 19th

Here's your prompt for the PicFicTuesday Challenge. Please remember to note in the post subject that it is a story for PicFic Tuesday and to please include a title and the date due. If you're unable to post your fic on the due date of 2/19, then please post it the following Tuesday, keeping the original date due in the subject header along with the title of your fic. 

Why not give the PicFic challenge a try? As always, we're looking forward to reading your fics!



                            

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Reaping Mary Sue Or How Reapermum finally got published.

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 In case you missed it, Mary Sue was here...

glennagirl

February 17th, 13:27

Well, actually she was here, the inspirational starting point, and you can follow her exploits by going to section7mfu and just following the arrow to the right.  Or use these links: Reaping Mary Sue part I, part II, part III, part IV, part V, Epilogue
Thanks to reapermum, mrua7, avirra and avrovulcan for their excellent entries.

 

Endgame~ for the Picfic Tuesday challenge 2/19

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All the chess pieces had been moved, the exchange of a queen, a knight and the serious reduction of forces had been made. It was now   the endgame, and Napoleon knew it.

However, the pieces in this game weren't on a chessboard; they were real people, living human beings and Solo's partner was among them.

If Napoleon made the wrong move, said the wrong words, Illya Kuryakin would die and it would be his fault, and an innocent could lose her life as well.

Prince Omar Al-Awsat, was counting on the loyalty of the American towards his Russian friend. He was the key piece on the board in this battle of wits, Kuryakin was the prize for Solo, and Al-Awsat's trophy would be the head of Napoleon Solo for sullying his jewel... his daughter Akilah, whose name in Arabic meant 'matchless pearl.' But now that was no longer the case, the man responsible would pay with his life.

 

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Picfic Tuesday: Checkmate

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( Checkmate )

Revolution

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I'm late, shamefully late...

"Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable." J.F. Kennedy

He leaned against the back of his chair thoughtfully, studying the paper-folding he just made with some bills. They were at a crossroads. For months, he'd set the stage, demonstrating, arguing, bargaining, moving his pieces strategically. Could he rely on his allies' support, though? Not so sure. Recently, world rulers and events combined as to bring about his failure. Stubbornness? Overconfidence? He shook his head. It would be a symbol. It would be an incalculable asset. He cracked a smile at the sentence he composed “We need a revolution”
A Soviet UNCLE agent, in New York?
Yes.
A revolution.

Picfic Tuesday 02-19 : A Game Of Life

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"So Mr. Solo, are you ready to play?"

"Do I really have a choice?"

Napoleon sat across the table from his adversary, a chess board between them; a game had been set up on the checkerboard surface, white yet to make the first move, Napoleon was black.

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PicFic 2/19

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Chess

"It's been several years since I've been to the West End. Well, to attend a show any way."

"We will have to let you out of your cage more often, Napoleon."

"Says Mister I-Never-Stick-My-Head-Out-Of-My-Lab-Even-If-There's-A-Fire."

"How long are you going to keep bringing that up? I never heard that alarm."

"Alright, you two. Mark bought us tickets for a night out, so cut out all this work chatter."

"Yes, ma'am."

low whistle

"How long did you blokes practice to get that in perfect unison?"

"No practice. Just too many years as partners. So, what's the name of the show you're taking us to?"

"It's called 'Chess'. Reviews are a bit of a mixed bag on it, but I always prefer to see for myself."

"Sounds like it might be one to interest you, Illya."

"Why me, April? Because I am Russian and it is about chess? Napoleon is far more interested in chess than I am."

"But you play it."

"I also play dominoes. I do not think that would make me more inclined to watch a musical about dominoes."

tsk

"Stereotyping the Russian lad again. For shame, Miss Dancer."

"Oh hush, Napoleon. As the only one here still under the age of fifty, I also quibble with the 'lad' label."

"Now you are adding injury to insult, April."

"Alright, all of you. Don't get us tossed out of the ruddy theatre before the curtain even goes up."

"That's right - everyone behave.  My fuddy-duddy partner has spoken."

"You know, you could spend the show in the lobby, luv."