Nola - PicFic 10/22

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The dingy apartment was a pathetic homage to the man who had lived and died here.  Cluttered with old newspapers and other bits of a life lived without any sign of discipline, it reeked of the mismanagement that had marked the sad existence of Norman Sachs.

Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin had followed the low level THRUSH operative through a myriad of failed schemes and disappointing contacts with even lower level personnel.  Now, standing in his apartment, they each felt a sense of remorse at the death of this seemingly insignificant man.

Norman Sachs was seated in what was assumed to be his favorite chair; on the nearby table were his glasses and a half empty glass of milk.  Illya made an involuntary face as he sniffed the contents, the sour smell foul in his nose.

“Mr. Sachs was not a meticulous man on any level.  I wonder how anyone could live in this … “ Words failed Kuryakin.  Even in his poorest dwelling among others of similar lack, he had never seen a place as unkempt as this apartment.

Napoleon nodded his agreement, all the while being careful to not brush up against anything.  He was wearing a new suit.

Sachs had died suddenly, the hole in his forehead the only clue necessary as to how.  The puzzle in all of this, aside from who exactly had pulled the trigger, was what Norman Sachs held in his right hand.  Gleaming silver and by far the cleanest thing in the otherwise dirty room, clenched in the dead man’s fist was a straight edge razor, like the type used for shaving or cutting hair.  Napoleon contemplated removing it, deciding it was more prudent to wait for a forensics team.

“Why do you think he had this in his hand?”  Napoleon was still puzzling over it.
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PicFic Tuesday Challenge for October 22: Simpler Times

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Alexander Waverly sat in the barber’s chair ready to enjoy his shave while Mison and Beharie, his security, sat across from him after checking out the building and locking the doors.

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About Noel Harrison

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An informative article about Noel Harrison's passing.

The War Is over for picfic Tuesday 10/22

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Originally posted by dixiebelle2013 at The War Is over for picfic Tuesday 10/22

"The trick is to remove the hair at its base without also removing the top layer of skin," Uncle Vanya explained to Illya's cousin, Boris. Uncle Vanya was teaching Boris how to shave, and Illya, who was not quite twelve, was watching, fascinated.

"It's such a warm day," Uncle Vanya told his nephew. "Why don't you run along outside and play?" The two small fans with which the house was equipped did almost nothing to combat the August heat, and even at this time in the morning, Illya's short blond hair was already damp with sweat.

"I am soon to be a man myself, so I must be prepared for the day when I must learn to shave," Illya replied somberly.

Boris snickered derisively, and Illya scowled at his cousin, secretly rejoicing when the older boy nicked his chin a moment later.

Suddenly Aunt Katya appeared, bursting with excitement. "The war is over!" she exclaimed. "Emperor Hirohito has just announced the surrender of Japan to the Allies! Sonya and I just heard it on Radio Moscow!"

"Isn't it wonderful, Illya?" Sonya gave her cousin a hug, and the blond smiled ruefully. He was thinking of his parents and his younger sister, Masha. It was too late for them to be saved.

He was still thinking of them when he awakened to find himself lying in a hospital bed in Medical and realized that it was now twenty years later and a nurse was using a razor to shave his cheeks. "Good! You're awake," she commented, noticing that his eyes were now open.

"What happened?" he asked.

"You've been out for several days," the nurse told him. "You were knocked unconscious by a THRUSH bombing. Luckily you were far enough away that you escaped with only bruises and a mild concussion."

"I need something to drink," said Illya.

"I'll be finished up here in just a minute, and then I'll bring you something," the nurse replied. Just then she nicked him slightly. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed at the sight of the blood.

Illya closed his eyes and returned to his reverie. He was sitting in the living room with his aunt and uncle and cousins. Uncle Vanya and Aunt Katya were sitting on the sofa, and Illya was sitting on the floor with Boris and Sonya. They were all very still and quiet, listening to Radio Moscow. Representatives from Japan, the United States, China, the United Kingdom, the U.S.S.R., Australia, Canada, France, the Netherlands, and New Zealand were signing the Japanese Instrument of Surrender on the deck of the USS Missouri in Tokyo Bay. The representative of each country was announced as he came forward to sign. Illya closed his eyes and imagined what the scene must look like. He'd heard of an invention called a television which consisted of a box containing a screen upon which images were projected. He hoped that perhaps some day he might own one.

Dirty guy Picfic 10/22

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Ever wondered what happened after our intrepid pair and Salty drove off at the end of the 'Ultimate Computer' affair?  Here's what I came up with ....( Read more... )

Remembering Noel Harrison...

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Here on Section VII we've had a lot of stories that included Mark Slate and April Dancer.  I think we all genuinely enjoy these characters, and from what I've read there is a particular fondness for the happy Brit who was partnered with the Girl from UNCLE.
Tomorrow is drabble day, and I'm thinking we might want to focus on Mark as a sort of memorial nod to Noel Harrison.  I hope we'll have a nice turn out for a someone who is imbedded into the lore of MFU just as surely as the other two men.
Let's put a hint of Brit into our drabbles on Wednesday.
 For Noel.