"One makes you smaller, the other..."~ for the PicFic Tuesday challenge 8/3

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Napoleon looked down at the figure at his feet, a boy....couldn’t have been more than seventeen, eighteen at the most. “T.H.R.U.S.H. was recruiting them younger and younger nowadays,” he thought, shaking his head in disgust.

There was a pang of guilt trying to invade his insides, but he wouldn’t let it.  It would have, he supposed,  if he’d shot the kid with a live round, but luckily he had a magazine of sleep darts loaded in his Special.

Solo raised his head as he heard the familiar footsteps of his partner rounding the corner, and for a moment Illya poised, looking down at the boy as well.

“Napoleon, they are all children manning this satrap...some as young as fourteen I would venture a guess.”  The look on the Russian’s face told his partner the man was troubled.

“Why must children be the tools of their dastardly schemes, why do they always go for the most innocent?” There was pain evident in his voice as he spoke.

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Picfic Tuesday: Nightmares and Fairy Tales, A Sugar & Spies Tale

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Napoleon and Leona Nicole were enjoying themselves walking through the countryside on a beautifully sunny, cloudless day. They were holding hands and occasionally they would point out interesting things to each other. As they continued walking, Leona let go of her Daddy’s hand and ran along the path in front of him.

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The Siren's Call Affair Picfic for 9/3/2013

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A/N:  I am an "Illya" girl and am tempted to write stories mostly about IK. This is an attempt to break away from that and focus on Napoleon Solo and try to find his voice, to reach into his psyche. Don't know if I was successful, but it was fun trying.

Napoleon Solo lay bonelessly on the rock shelf that served as a sleeping palette, although sleeping palette was a misnomer as there had been precious little of that....sleep that is. Beads of sweat rolled down the planes of his face leaving canyons in the grime that coated his skin. After days, or was it weeks, of brutal interrogation, sleep deprivation, and lack of sustenance the top agent of the UNCLE wondered how much longer he could hold on and keep his wits about him. How long would it be before his captors tire of him and dispose of him the way they did with Illya Kuryakin.

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The Looking Glass Conclusion - PicFic 9/3

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It started HERE





Alexander Waverly was disturbed.  He was standing outside an observation room in which his top agent was rambling at length about the Red Queen, and how he had once known a real red queen in another country.  He was having difficulty recalling exactly who she was, but Napoleon Solo was adamant that she did exist.

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The Poisonous Spider - Picfic Tuesday - 09-03

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Napoleon Solo strolled down the road to his apartment building and smiled with delight when he saw the platinum blonde leaning seductively against her immaculate silver sports car.

The scarlet silk dress clung in just the right places; showing off her slim figure to perfection, while a long split offered a tantalising glimpse of a shapely thigh. A cream mink stole completed the outfit and kept the chill of the evening at bay.

She smiled back, her eyes reflecting the same admiration in Napoleon’s own.

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