PicFic October 8, 2013 A Symbol of Hatred

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Illya looked at the only remaining part of the Nazi uniform that was left. It was the hat on the bed
that he refused to touch again. It brought back all the pain and angst of his childhood. Now it was linked with the pain he had caused his partner. Never refusing an assignment from Waverly before, he was sorry this time he hadn’t gone with his first reaction and said no.( Read more... )

"Seeing Double or perhaps Triple"~for the PicFic Tuesday challenge prompt 10/8

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Napoleon and Illya ran through the airport, dodging a small band of monks, their heads shaved and wearing bright orange robes, ringing their hand cymbals and chanting loudly while they danced in place, as if in a trance.

“Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, hare hare…”

Families and businessmen heading to their gates, trying to avoid these strange people, seemed unfazed as the two U.N.C.L.E. agents dashed past them, thinking the  men were merely rushing to catch a flight.

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A Man of Many Hats - PicFic 10/8

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Napoleon Solo looked back at the image in the mirror with a mixture of admiration and something he couldn’t quite identify.  It wasn’t fear, nor was it in any way remorse for what he was about to do.  He had a job to do, regrets were unacceptable.

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War Stories for picfic Tuesday 10/1

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Originally posted by dixiebelle2013 at War Stories for picfic Tuesday 10/1

"That hat brings back many unpleasant memories for me," Illya stated, nodding in the direction of the Nazi uniform hat. He and Napoleon were visiting a World War II museum on their day off.

"It's a symbol of what my father fought against," said a feminine voice with a British accent near them. They turned to see a very young attractive blonde only a couple of feet away.

"So your father fought in World War II, did he?" asked Napoleon.

"He was in the RAF," the young woman replied. "He and his best friend both were. My father made it out alive. His best friend wasn't so lucky."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Napoleon.

"Actually, if my father's best friend had survived, I probably wouldn't be here today," the young woman said. "You see, my mother was married to my father's best friend when the war began. He was killed when his airplane was shot down. My father went to comfort my mother, and they ended up falling in love."

"Soon my father was sent on a dangerous mission in France and was almost killed. He was part of a squadron who were trying to destroy an underground tunnel where the Nazis were storing weapons. The Germans fought back, and my father's aircraft was shot down."

"Later, my father and the other survivors of the raid were rescued and brought back to England, where he and my mother were reunited. They got married after the war ended."

"I was too young to serve in World War II," Napoleon said. "But I did serve in Korea under Colonel Morgan."

"Then I imagine you probably have some stories to tell as well." The young woman gave a friendly smile. "My country participated in that war as well, although of course by that time my father was too old to serve. Oh, by the way, my name is Valerie Munroe."

"It's nice to meet you, Valerie." Napoleon gave his most charming smile. "I'm Napoleon Solo, and this is my friend, Illya Kuryakin."

"Hello," Illya said with a polite smile.

"You look a lot like my father," Valerie remarked as she shook Illya's hand. "He's a lot older, of course, but his hair used to be the same blond as yours, and his eyes are the same shade of blue."

Illya chuckled. "I do not think we are related, as I am Russian," he told Valerie. "My family suffered greatly during the Great Patriotic War, as we call it. My father was killed in battle, and my mother and little sister both starved to death during the Battle of Kiev. Nazi soldiers had the city surrounded, so no food or medical supplies could get in."

"That's terrible!" Valerie exclaimed. "But if you're Russian, how did you get into the United States?"

"I work for an international crime fighting organization," Illya told her. "Before I came to the United States, I was assigned to your country for several years."

"You know all about our dreary weather, then," Valerie laughed.

"Indeed, the sun does seem to shine much more often here in New York," Illya agreed. "And what brought you here?"

"I'm on break from university, visiting some friends," said Valerie.

"When do you go back?" asked Napoleon.

"I'm here for several more weeks," Valerie said.

"Perhaps we could get together sometime," Napoleon suggested.

"That sounds like a lovely idea," Valerie replied.

After she'd left, Napoleon grinned victoriously at Illya, who scowled back in return.