The "I don't want to wear that!" Affair

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Napoleon Solo disliked being typecast as merely a suave and handsome daredevil whose life was tinged with incalculable luck.  No, he was more than that, and so when asked to don a western gambler themed costume for the UNCLE Charities benefit ball he balked at the obvious nod to the rakish image it evoked.

"Seriously, do you think they could be more obvious Illya?"

The Russian was unconcerned about what his partner would wear.  The unfathomable request made of him was ... unconscionable.  The costume waiting for him was a king's raiment, including the crown.

"At least you are an American and by all means my friend, a gambler.  A risk taker par excellence, I might add.  I, on the other hand, am averse to the notion of playing a monarch.  It is simply not feasible."

Napoleon eyed his partner with a serious expression, remembering how the Russian could carry himself in the face of obstacles that would cause most men to cower in fear or defeat.

"You're wrong about that.  Nobility is more a matter of character than birth, and you have that in spades."  That seemed to satisfy the blond, and napoleon also acquiesced to his role with élan befitting his reputation.

( The Costumes... )

"The Powers That Be Affair" ~ Redux

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“No one can tell when two people walk closely together what unconscious communication one mind may have with one another,” ~ Robert Barr

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“The Powers That Be Affair”

“Together they’re unstoppable, separately they are simply a brother and sister with gifted psychic abilities,” Dr. Schiller of Thrush announced to his guest observers from Central.

They stood above in a small gallery, watching a young blond boy and girl, no more than ten years of age as they stood innocently together. There was thin blond-haired man seated in front of them, handcuffed to a metal chair.

“A captured U.N.C.L.E. agent,” Schiller said, “a perfect test subject as their minds are strong and are conditioned to resist mental manipulation.”

Schiller flicked the switch to the intercom in front of him, speaking to the children.

”Nu bøm, vil jeg geme dig til at gøre manden bange, få ham til et skrige et i frygt.” He ordered in Danish.

They obeyed his instructions, joining hands and concentrating on the man, boring deep into his mind with their thoughts until his eyes went wide in fear as he screamed.

“Neeeej_nooooo,” he moaned, “stop kan du gøre det stoppe_please stop, please make it stop?” He cried out desperately before passing out.”

“So they can inflict pain?”

“Yes,”Schiller said, “ but they must be within close proximity and physically joined with each other in order to do it.”

“So they can inflict pain with their minds, big deal. I have some very good specialists who can do the same things with their hands,” another observer said.

“Ah but your torturers cannot do this?” Schiller smiled as he turned on the intercom again. As the door below opened a man dressed in a lab coat entered, waking up the U.N.C.L.E. agent with a few slaps to the face. He removed the cuffs from the man’s hands, freeing him then placed a pistol on the table in front of him.

The agent grabbed it immediately, pointing it towards the man in the smock. “Let me out or I will use this!”

“Børn_children?” Schiller said calmly,”tell the man with the gun to kill himself please?”

The boy and girl stared at him, their pupils nearly disappearing as their eyes rolled back.

The agent suddenly grabbed his head, his eyes going blank as he raised the pistol to his temple and fired.

BANG!

“Tak børn_thank you children. See gentlemen and Madamosielle, quite effective aren’t they?”

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