From Mountain Top To Valley Low - PicFic 8/12

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This story does reference an earlier encounter in Tight Spot
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It was just a little shack on the edge of a small settlement that was situated at the base of the mountains.  Snow was all she could see for miles and miles… Except for him.

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"It takes a village"~ for the PicFic photo prompt challenge 8/13 Part 1

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They’d been walking for hours in the freezing temperatures and the first of the winter snow, putting miles between them and what was left of the small Romanian village that had given them sanctuary.

Trudging along in single file to hide their numbers, if they were indeed being tracked;  the dark-haired American and his Russian partner were at the rear of a column of nearly thirty people who’d abandoned the village of Sorinesti, in fear of retribution from the government forces for giving shelter to Solo and Kuryakin.  They were dressed in clothing similar to the villagers, with heavy winter coats and caps on their heads to ward off the cold.

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North To Alaska for picfic Tuesday 8/13

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Originally posted by dixiebelle2013 at North To Alaska for picfic Tuesday 8/13

"Just think of all the beautiful scenery we're going to see," said Napoleon.

"And we may even meet some beautiful women as well," added Illya.

"That's what what I was talking about." Napoleon winked at his friend.

"You and your one-track mind," Illya muttered.

The two men had been assigned to investigate suspicious activity within the ranks of Exxon Valdez. It was suspected that the oil giant had been infiltrated by THRUSH operatives who were diverting fuel supplies to a THRUSH base halfway around the world.

The UNCLE agents arrived at their destination to find the landscape every bit as breathtakingly beautiful as they'd imagined it would be. The sun shining on the dazzlingly white snow made it glisten and sparkle, and in the distance, snow-capped evergreens lined the mountain range and gave it a picturesque appearance. Breathing in the crisp, cool air, Napoleon and Illya felt invigorated.

"I feel like I'm about fifteen again," Napoleon remarked.

"We have a job to do," Illya reminded him.

The scheduled meeting with the Exxon Valdez executives went off without a hitch. The suspected infiltrators were soon found and brought to justice, and almost before he realized it, Illya found the time to return to New York quickly approaching.

"At least we still have a few days left to enjoy our stay before Mr. Waverly expects us back," Napoleon told him.

The following morning found both men standing atop beautiful Mount Eklutna in preparation for skiing down it's side. The wind rushing past as he flew to the valley below gave Illya a sense of profound euphoria. He was so caught up in the moment that he barely heard Napoleon shouting at him.

"Hey, Illya, look out for that..."

His downward flight came to an abrupt halt as Illya suddenly encountered rock hard resistance. Arms and skis went flailing as he flopped into the snow in a very ungraceful heap.

"...tree," Napoleon finished softly.

Several days later, Illya lay flat on his back in Medical, staring glumly up at his leg in traction above the bed. To have suffered such an injury in the valiant defense of the principals of UNCLE would have been one thing; to have suffered it as a result of his own ineptness was something else again. One thing he definitely did not look forward to was all the teasing and ribbing sure to come from his fellow employees about the way his injury had happened. So one tree was just too much for you to handle, eh, Kuryakin? He could hear it now.

The door to the room opened, and Illya turned with trepidation to look into Napoleon's face.

"Tough break, pal." Napoleon walked to his partner's bedside and patted his shoulder.

"I feel so glupyy," Illya muttered.

"Well, you shouldn't," Napoleon said comfortingly. "It could have happened to any of us."

"But what kind of agent am I if I cannot even see a tree in my path?"

"One who is often too hard on himself." Napoleon smiled gently. "It was just one of those things, Illya. Nobody expected it to happen, but it did. It's over with now, and before you know it, you'll be right at my side fighting crime again."

"Spasibo, moy drug." Illya grinned and reached for Napoleon's hand. Sometimes he just didn't know what he'd do without the encouragement of his best friend.

"It takes a village"~ for the PicFic photo prompt challenge 8/13 Part 2

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Snow hissed as it drifted into the flames of the fire, as it quickly blanketed the area covering their tracks, but still their guards could not be let down.

The UNCLE agents and a few of the men were the only people with guns.  They would be the ones to stand guard tonight in the woods surrounding the camp, and would take turns near the fire as long as it could be kept burning. Their meager arms were no match against the Securitate, but it was wolves they'd be guarding against.

“I’ll go first Illya,” Napoleon said, handing his blanket to his friend.

“Keep it, you will need it,“ he tried pushing it back.

“No, it’s cumbersome. I’ll be all right if I keep moving. Get some rest, as it’ll be your turn soon enough.” Solo didn’t like the look of his partner, and had a feeling Illya was sick.  Though it was hard to tell since they were all shivering, and their noses red from the cold; it wasn’t until Kuryakin had developed a slight cough that his suspicions were confirmed.

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"It takes a village"~ for the PicFic photo prompt challenge 8/13 Part 3

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Napoleon called in to Gavrii’s shelter, announcing his arrival before crawling inside.

“Ah Napoleon, I have heard you and Illya fared well during the night, that is indeed a blessing.”

“Maybe a bit of Solo luck as well, “ the American replied. “What did you want to see me about?”

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Talk about a common thread...

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Maybe it's the snow...  The stories were super entertaining (thanks to all), but we might have to apologize to Illya for all of the bullets, knives and bludgeoning instruments (including that tree ;) we tortured him with.  I'm laughing at us, just a little, because every story submitted today had Illya in need of medical attention, pronto. I think we've just hit the high bar in hurt/comfort.  It must be the snow.
Thanks IK for letting us pick on you.

Picfic Tuesday: Getting Out of a Sticky Situation

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In The Thick Of It - Picfic Tuesday - 08-13

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They made a hasty exit, THRUSH’s new avalanche machine had been destroyed and the snowy Carpathian Mountains of Romania were now safe, the resistance they met on the way in were now desperately trying to stop the rest of the outpost from suffering the same fate, though with little success.

“Three and a half minutes to go,” Illya panted as he checked his watch.

“Uh-oh, company.” Napoleon indicated two guards stood in the yard beside the gate, their stocky Romanian horses tethered nearby happily munching on their hay


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