Snapshots~" Hot Dogs with Onions"

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Illya watched in disgust as his partner downed what he called a dirty water dog,, artfully loaded with onions, ketchup, relish and mustard, in just a few bites as they stood next to the hot dog cart, a block away from headquarters.

“How can you eat that?”  The Russian made a face. Though he loved his food, there were a few things that he didn’t care for, and hotdogs with all the 'fixins' was one of them.

Napoleon flashed him a snarky look. “This coming from a man who eats grubs.”

“At least grubs will not give me a case of bad breath.” Illya pointed at the last mouthful of the offending food. “May I remind you that will surely chase away the ladies Napoleon.”

Solo froze in his tracks, snapping his fingers. “Umm, excuse me while I head to that drug store across the street for some breath mints.”

“Good, at least I will not have to put up with your onion breath.”

“I’m not getting them for your sake.”

“Ah yes, but I will reap their benefit, nonetheless,” Illya smiled.

“You know what Mister smart aleck Russian, just for that, I’m going to have another hot dog, with extra onions...so there.”

Napoleon was about to take a bite of his second hot dog when a beautiful brunette wearing a tight red dress and high heels came around the corner. She looked him up and down and smiled.

“Hi there, if you’d excuse me for a second, I’ll be right back. Napoleon instantly tossed the hot dog in the trash, and hustled across the street to the drugstore.

When he returned, the brunette was gone.

Illya shrugged his shoulders as Napoleon looked about for her. “Perhaps I was right,” he suggested. “Next time you should not eat these hot dogs with onions.

“Either that or just keep breath mints with me at all times,” Napoleon joked as they headed down the street, returning to headquarters.

“Ah yes, the best of both worlds,” the Russian answered sarcastically. “Having your cake and eating it too.”

“That’s having your onions, tovarisch...”

Masquerade for song story challenge 8/10

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Originally posted by dixiebelle2013 at Masquerade for song story challenge 8/10

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"Reliable sources have informed me that THRUSH has a new ruse, a slave prostitution ring disguised as an escort service," Mr. Waverly told Illya and Napoleon. "They plan to lure unsuspecting young women through an advertisement for a singles dance at a local club. Your assignment is to attend the function masquerading as gentlemen clients to get information on their plan in order to destroy it."

"Boy, talk about mixing business with pleasure." Napoleon chuckled, and Illya glared at him.

The two agents arrived at the function undetected, and predictably, Napoleon was soon mingling amongst the young women in attendance, sizing up their respective potentials for a short-term dalliance. Illya stood shyly to the side nursing a scarcely-drunk vodka for most of the night, until he noticed an attractive brunette who also seemed to be on her own. With some encouragement from Napoleon, he approached her and soon learned that her name was Trina, that she'd been crippled by polio as a child, and that her husband had been murdered in a THRUSH bombing several years previously.

To his surprise and delight, Illya found that he really enjoyed Trina's company and began wondering what his chances would be of getting a date with her.

When Trina excused herself to go to the restroom, Illya went to get a fresh drink, since the ice in the one he already had was melting. While doing so, he overheard a conversation between two men whom he quickly realized were THRUSH goons.

"I'd say our little party's been a real success, wouldn't you?" asked THRUSH goon number one.

"Yeah." THRUSH goon number two cackled. "That crippled broad's a real bonus. Our johns with leg brace fetishes are gonna pay top dollar for her services. I can see it now."

"Kinky." THRUSH goon number two guffawed.

White hot anger flowed through Illya's veins as he confronted the two men. "Your plan will not succeed. While you have been masquerading as a respectable establishment, my partner and I have been masquerading as potential customers."

"Well, look who's here," chortled THRUSH goon number one. "Our little blond Ruskkie friend. How's the weather down there?"

"I will see to it that you two are brought to justice," Illya hissed through his teeth.

"Oh yeah? How are you gonna stop us?"

"By whatever means I deem necessary."

THRUSH goon number one took a swing at Illya, but the UNCLE agent grabbed his arm and twisted it. As the man yowled in pain, his partner grabbed Illya around the waist. Illya smashed his heel down on the second man's toe, and the man let go of him. Suddenly Napoleon was there as well, and the two UNCLE agents soon had both goons subdued until the police could get there.

After the THRUSH operatives had been arrested and led away, Illya noticed to his astonishment that Trina had seen the whole thing.

"I am sorry you had to witness that," he told her. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Illya, but are you all right?"

"I am fine. It would take a lot more than those two prezrennies to bring me down."

"You are so brave!"

"Thank you." Illya blushed slightly. "Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?"

"I'd love to!"

Illya quickly glanced at Napoleon, who was grinning and shaking his head in disbelief.

Looking Beyond - Song Story 8/10

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the prompt
~~~~~:
Are we really happy here
With this lonely game we play
Looking for the right words to say
Searching but not finding
Understanding anywhere
We're lost in a masquerade

Both afraid to say we're just too far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over but the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play

Thoughts of leaving disappear
Each time I see your eyes
And no matter how hard I try
To understand the reasons
Why we carry on this way
We're lost in a masquerade

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Napoleon Solo was a man with convictions.  He cared deeply about people, both those he knew personally and the ones he tried to save from the factions he had battled for most of his adult life.

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