The Randomness of Life Chapter 29~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Prompted by lines from the poem: Evening wind ~Yosa Buson


Evening wind:water laps the heron's legs.

They lay together, side by side on the reed lined shore. Quiet now. The Russian and American finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The fire fight was fierce but one by one they darted their attackers.

Utter silence, as a heron raised it’s graceful head, taking off into the sunset.

The Randomness of Life~ Chapter 29 for a Little Drabble do Ya Wednesday

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Prompted by: Evening wind ~Yosa Buso

Evening wind:water laps the heron's legs

They lay together, side by side on the reed lined shore. Quiet now. The Russian and American finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The fire fight was fierce but one by one they darted their attackers.
Utter silence, as a heron raised it’s graceful head, taking off into the sunset.

Another One Bites The Dust - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Why are you shivering?”
The Russian eyed his American partner with an incredulity that bordered on hopelessness.
“Because I am cold.”
Napoleon saw now that his usually steady partner was sweating, the thin white shirt clinging to his body.
“What…?”
The unspoken question was left hanging in the air.  The two were separated for most of their time in the enemy camp; his friend had been the guinea pig yet again.
“Well, we’re in the clear now, just hang in and…”
Too late; the blond collapsed into a heap.  Just another opportunity to prove good will triumph in the end.

Visitor Pass

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From time to time a visitor is invited to post a story on Section VII, and today the visitor is Rose Light, and this entry is part of the QuoteMe Challenge being simultaneously conducted both here and on ff.net as part of the UNCLE HQ Forum. Rose's work can also be found under the name Rose Burkette.

ENEMIES LIST

Author's Note: Robert Vaughn was an active protestor of the Vietnam war. He was also a friend and supporter of Robert Kennedy. So I'm extrapolating a bit. This story is set in late December 1973 when Nixon's list was exposed. Napoleon Solo would be about 43 years old, and out of the field.

"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life." Winston Churchill

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A Little Drabble Do Ya: Reading for Pleasure

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The two men were relaxing in their hotel room before their flight to New York. The Russian looked up from his book. “What are you reading, Napoleon?”

“Louis L’Amour’s Hondo. You?”

“Edward West’s Biophysical Chemistry.”

“Good grief, Illya, don’t you ever turn off?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you ever read something just for pleasure?”

“This is pleasurable.”

“My dear deluded friend, here; this is pleasurable.”

“Silver Canyon? How many L’Amour novels do you own?”

“All of them. If you like that one, I’ll let you borrow them. They’ll teach you about the Old West.”

“So, they are educational?”

“Okay.”

Player's Remorse - PicFic 2/19

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I had a case of the sillies.  I don't think it's catching, though, so it's safe to read.
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“I’ll get the check, you go tend to the car.”

Over the din of noise in the crowded bar, Illya Kuryakin shot his partner a look that caused the third man, Mark Slate, to feel a shiver of ice go up his spine.

“Blimey, Kuryakin, no wonder THRUSH wants you out of the way.  I bet they all just fall down from sheer terror when you look at them like that.”

Napoleon Solo smiled; leave it to Mark to lampoon the surly Russian and keep a smile on his face.  The Russian’s expression did not soften, however, in spite of the good natured kidding.

“Very amusing, Mr. Slate.’
That last was punctuated with another icy glare.
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A Little Drabble Do Ya - The Pick Up Part Ten

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Link to The Pick Up Part Nine: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/237882.html

The Pick Up Part Ten.

Retrieved envelope in hand, Illya and Napoleon left the mansion. Dubois and co, still unconscious, would be taken into custody when the clean-up crew from Paris arrived.

“So, Illya, ready to go home now?”

Sighing, “I was ready three days ago.”

“I wonder what’s in this envelope, must be important for Waverly to divert us here for it.”

They climbed into their car and drove through the picturesque village.

“Truthfully at the moment, I do not care. I am starving, can we eat now?” Illya pleaded, indicating a quaint French restaurant they were passing.

Grinning, “Yeah, you’ve earned it.”

“Spasibo.”