"U.N.C.L.E. AND ANTS AND PIRANHAS, OH MY" for the PicFic Tuesday challenge 11/19

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

         

“I am frightened Señor Illya,” a young dark-haired girl whispered as she huddled low in the dugout, sitting between the blond Russian and his American partner as they rowed down the Río Paraná river. She was the daughter of the Brazilian President who’d been kidnapped and held for ransom.

After some fancy maneuvering, Solo and Kuryakin had effected a rescue and were now in the process of eluding members of the organization called the New World Order.

It was a strange name they’d chosen for themselves as their manifesto was one of complete anarchy...at a price of course.  In this case it was a substantial sum for the safe return of Maria Cardoso.

Alexander Waverly had his doubts the girl would have been permitted to live, had the ransom been paid, and offered his best agents to retrieve the young girl. So far their escape had been uneventful until now.

( Read more... )

PicFic Tuesday challenge 11/19: A Moment in the Sun

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

“You call that supper? There is not enough of that fish for a cat much less the two of us.” Illya called out waking Napoleon who had fallen asleep on the dock a fishing pole in hand.

( Read more... )

An Interrupted Fishing Trip for picfic Tuesday 11/19

[dixiebelle2013.livejournal.com]

"Look, Uncle Napoleon! My first catch!"

Napoleon struggled not to laugh as he looked at the tiny fish lying on the dock next to his flip flop. Not counting the tail, it was about the size of his big toe. "That's a good one, Jeremy," he said encouragingly.

Jeremy was Napoleon's seven-year-old nephew, and he'd promised to take him fishing on his next day off.

Suddenly Napoleon's communicator chirped. "It is very important that you come right away, Napoleon," said Illya's voice. "Two THRUSH agents we have been trailing for weeks have just entered Del Floria's, and I need your help to apprehend them. I shall try to stall them until you get here."

"I'll be there as quickly as possible. Solo out." Napoleon glanced down at his ripped T-shirt, cut-off jean shorts, and flip flops in dismay, knowing he'd barely have time to drop Jeremy off at his sister's before heading for Del Floria's.

"Aw, do we have to leave now?" Jeremy protested when he heard the news.

"I'm sorry, buddy,"Napoleon told him. "You know this is how my job is. I'll make it up to you as soon as I can."

Knowing that it would be useless to protest, Jeremy scowled but said no more.

( Read more... )

Picfic Tuesday 19/11 - Pirahnacam

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

"Is that…"

"A piranha? Yes Napoleon."

Illya was sat in his lab hunched over the small fish, micro screwdriver poised inches above it's scaly surface.

Solo drew up a stool and peered at the animal Kuryakin was working on in wonder, hesitatingly, he gently touched the piranha's skin.

( Read more... )