
Dec. 16th, 2013
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Christmas Present
Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin trudged along the snow covered streets of Paris, they’d wandered out to just get some fresh air and had walked about a kilometer or so from the Eiffel tower.
Solo was dressed comfortably in a lined trench coat, with a dashing fedora covering his head, while his partner looked ever the Slav, wearing a short black woolen coat, a dark scarf wound around his neck and the crowning glory covering his blond hair, a black Russian style cap, minus the red star of course.
Napoleon’s gloved hands were animated as he spoke, while Illya’s clenched fists were firmly entrenched in his pockets. The Russian was in one of his stubborn moods and his partner was trying to change that.
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“Illya. Illya?”
It was dark, with just a hint of dawn crawling over the top of a dirty curtain on an equally filthy window. Napoleon looked around the room he was in, hoping to see his partner among the tumble of chairs and ragged looking boxes. His head hurt.
What had happened last night? The flight seemed fine, and the assignment shouldn’t have attracted attention. Perhaps they had been mistaken about that, because judging by the surroundings and the lack of a jet, someone had definitely taken an interest in Illya and himself.
( day 4... )Another Rec for the Twelve Days
Dec. 16th, 2013 11:28 amAnother short one, from a Rose, rather than a Rosie. 'The Night Before Christmas' by Asst. Elf Rose Burkette:
http://file40.net/file40g/st_nick.html
http://file40.net/file40g/st_nick.html
Napoleon and Illya met up in front of Del Floria’s the next morning at nine o’clock as they had a meeting with Mr. Waverly at ten. “Morning, Partner Mine! How are you this fine day?”
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