"The Legend City Affair" ~for Picfic Tuesday 5/14

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Picfic Tuesday Challenge Prompt for May 14th

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 For those of you who might have missed it. I posted the prompt early as I thought I wouldn't be around today, but I am.  So there was a little bonus time to write picfic story if you caught the prompt yesterday.  If for some reason you still can't manage to post by the Tuesday deadline, then submit your picfic to Section VII next Tuesday.  Be sure to include your title and the due date for the picfic in your header.  Happy writing!


                                                        

"The Legend City Affair"~for Picfic Tuesday 5/14

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Both Solo and Kuryakin knew instantly they’d made a mistake as the hurtled themselves over a wall, not looking at the sign advertising,’ Legend City,’ a newly opened  amusement park located on the border of Phoenix and Tempe, Arizona.

Quickly surveying their surroundings, they ducked into the General store, and outfitted themselves with clothing more suitable to the environment. Napoleon, for once, was dressed more like his partner, wearing black pants, a black pin-striped vest of over a white shirt, black western tie and leather gloves along with the crowning glory, a black stetson hat. He looked like a fancy gunslinger with a black holster slung on his right hip, holding his Walther and not a six shooter.

                                        

Illya wore a simple checkered shirt with a bandana tied round his neck, tan pants, brown vest, a pair of brown leather boots and a large cowboy hanging down his back from a bolo string. He too had his Walther in a brown leather holster hung low on his hip.

                                  

“Do you really think these disguises will fool them?” The Russian asked.

“Hey it’s worth a try, now just try to blend in and try look like one of the employees.”

Those working the amusement park were attired in clothing that made them look like they’d just stepped out of the movie, ‘The Magnificent Seven’... though mostly resembling  regular townsfolk, with men in simple clothing and sombreros, the señoritas in colorful dresses and shawls.

The agents strolled among the crowds, trying to not look conspicuous.

“Stick em up Mister,” a voice called from behind them, and they both turned, going for their guns.  They stopped instantly when they saw it was a little boy, wearing a red cowboy hat and aiming his cap gun at them.

“Get lost kid,” Napoleon growled under his breath.

“Dennis! Where are you?” A woman called out, finally walking up behind the boy. “There you are... you bothering the employees again? Sorry Mister.”

“Ma’am,” Solo tipped his hat, getting into his role as a Western gunslinger.

The mother grabbed her son by the ear, pulling him away, but Dennis managed to fire off a few caps, aiming his toy gun at the UNCLE agents.

Napoleon went for his weapon in fun,  making Dennis’ eyes open wide with delight.

“We do not have time for games,” the ever serious Russian chided.

Together they continued walking among the crowds, trying to stay hidden in plain sight, but their subterfuge was unsuccessful as they were spotted a short while later.

“We have company,” Illya blurted out as he spied pair of men wearing identical black cowboy outfits, headed their way, and they were most certainly not employees of the park.

”I guess they had the same idea as we did,” Napoleon remarked. “And what is it with THRUSH always wearing matching disguises?”

Kuryakin shrugged his answer as they took off across the concourse, trying to evade being captured by the men still dogging them for the microfilm they's stolen.

Napoleon and Illya dodged past families with young children, heading to their day of fun at one of the attractions...the Lost Dutchman Mine ride, Cochise’s Stronghold river ride, the Sky Ride, Miniature Golf, Log Jammer, and the Iron Horse train ride, just to name a few. These innocents had no idea what was really going on around them and Solo was determined to keep it that way.

The agents squeezed through a crowd of people scrambling to queque up for the next stage coach ride, while others headed towards the miniature car track. Legend City would have been an amusing place to simply visit if not for the men with real guns chasing the two of them.

They veered away from the lines, not wanting to risk putting so many innocents in harms way and of course the amusement park had to be packed, apparently for ‘free snow cone day.’

“That way,” Solo huffed, pointing his partner to the ‘Golden Palace Saloon,’ but upon seeing a large family group waiting at the door to get in, he quickly changed his mind, again veering off in another direction.

He spotted the penny arcade, directing Illya to head there instead.  As they ran inside, they found it filled with all sorts of noisy diversions... a photo booth, pinball machines, ski ball, fortune-telling, love-testing machines, as well as cotton candy, popcorn and souvenir vendors. There was western music blasting from a loudspeaker...

"O bury me not on the lone prairie."

These words came low and mournfully

From the pallid lips of the youth who lay

On his dying bed at the close of day.

He had wasted and pined 'til o'er his brow

Death's shades were slowly gathering now

He thought of home and loved ones nigh,

As the cowboys gathered to see him die...”

“Oh those are cheerful lyrics, considering we may be dying by them,” Illya said out of the side of his mouth. As usual, he was ever the fatalist.

“Not if I can help it,” Napoleon retorted.

The black-clad THRUSH ominously pushed through a pair of bat-wing saloon doors, letting them swing and creak behind them.

Napoleon and Illya spotted them and not wanting to risk a showdown, ran, trying to evade them. There were too many children and parents to risk gunfire.

Illya grabbed a gumball dispenser, sending it hurtling downwards behind him and Solo; the glass shattering and scattering hundreds if the multi-colored contents rolling across the floor.

Their pursuers ran through, not realizing what was beneath their feet. For a moment they tried to regain their balance as the gumballs rolled, making them look like they were standing on the heaving deck of a ship, with their arms flailing to maintain their balance.

They failed as their feet went flying up into the air, with both of them falling backwards; one knocked out as his head hit the hardwood floor, but Napoleon quickly dispatched both of them with sleep darts.

The UNCLE agents carefully stepped over the two men as if nothing were wrong at all, heading to the exit of the arcade, remaining as aloof as possible.

A rather pretty woman stood aghast at the sight of the men on the floor.

“Don’t fret your purty little head ma’am,  just part of the show,” Napoleon did his best John Wayne imitation.” There’ll be another one at noon,” he smiled as he remarked, respectfully doffing his hat to her.

He nonchalantly walked past her, followed by his partner; watching the children scrambling to pick up the free bubblegum scattered around the unconscious men.

As they reached the swinging bat wing doors, the people inside broke into a round of applause, now thinking it was all a performance.

“That was a ball, wasn’t it tovarisch?” Solo punned. “I could get into this Western thing.”

“Tsk. Speak for yourself,” Illya grimaced as he tried to scrape a thick wad of bubblegum from the sole of his boot...

The Hat Trick - PicFic for 5/14

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The blond was puzzled and slightly amused by what he was viewing.  It would never have occurred to Illya that his suave and sophisticated partner, Napoleon Solo, had a penchant for Western wear.  Neither would it have been his first inclination to imagine the number one agent in the U.N.C.L.E. had photographs of himself decked out like one of the heroes in an American television show.

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The Hat Trick - PicFic 5/14

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The blond was puzzled and slightly amused by what he was viewing.  It would never have occurred to Illya that his suave and sophisticated partner, Napoleon Solo, had a penchant for Western wear.  Neither would it have been his first inclination to imagine the number one agent in the U.N.C.L.E. had photographs of himself decked out like one of the heroes in an American television show.

"Napoleon... "
The tone of his voice was an immediate clue to the one being called upon; the Russian had that sing-song lilt infused into those four syllables.

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PicFic 5/14

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A Branch off the Family Tree

"Is this one of those old tin-type photographs, Napoleon?"

"As a matter of fact, it is, April."

"Quite a resemblance, mate.  Relative of yours, I take it?"

"So I was told.  My great-uncle, Robert Solo."

"What made him so great?"

"Not great in that way, Illya - great as in he was the brother of my grandfather."

"Quite the snappy dresser.  What was his claim to fame?"

"From what I was told, Mark, he made his living as a gambler on the Mississippi riverboats.  Also had a bit of a reputation as a rake."

"So he was a gardener as well?"

"Cut that out, Mark - Illya's the only one allowed to get by with pretending to misunderstand everything I say."

"Who is pretending?"

"Russian."

"American.  So - to explain for Mark - by rake, you meant that he was known as a ladies' man?"

"Exacly."

"The apple did not fall far from the orchard."

"That's tree."

"Of course.  Orchards are full of trees."

"I give up.  I tell you about him some time when the comedy troop has moved on, April."

"Probably quite sensible, darling."