"Déjà vu"~ for the PicFic Tuesday Challenge, February 11th.

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The frigid air burned his lungs as he inhaled, but that was the least of his worries as he periodically turned his head to see how close his pursors were behind him.

He could hear the baying of their hounds, the shouts echoing; they were not far off as he leapt over downed trees and ducked beneath low-lying branches.

It had snowed not long ago, and Illya knew they didn’t need to use the dogs to find him. His trail was obvious, and since he had no way of hiding it or himself; keeping moving was his only option.

Bursting out from among the trees; he found himself at the edge of an open meadow.

“Chyort!” Illya swore under his breath. There was no where to go….he couldn’t double back as he would surely run right into the T.H.R.U.S.H. goons who were after him.  They not only wanted the documents he’d stolen, but most likely wanted to smash his head in for the physical damage he’d inflicted upon several of them.

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Yorkshire Tea And McVities for picfic Tuesday 2/11

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A/N: Quint Munroe and Beth Scott were characters in the David McCallum movie 'Mosquito Patrol.'

Illya stared miserably out the window of his apartment at the snow lying on the ground. Napoleon is probably over at his sister's making a snowman with his nephew Jeremy right about now, he reflected. Illya himself was currently recovering from yet another disastrous run-in with THRUSH. After spending several days in the hospital, he'd been sent home to finish recuperating there. Although able to get around on his own, with difficulty, and care for his basic needs, he still wasn't up to returning to a normal range of activities.

About to resign himself to yet another quiet day of reading and watching television, the Russian was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. Grabbing his cane, he hobbled to the door to find that his visitors were Napoleon, a pretty young blonde whom he remembered from the previous summer, and an older couple. He noticed that, although he was at least ten or fifteen years older, the man bore a stunning resemblance to himself.

"Hi there, partner!" Napoleon said cheerfully. "You remember Valerie Munroe, don't you?" The two UNCLE agents had met up with Valerie during a visit to a World War II museum the previous summer and had established a friendship with her.

"Of course. How do you do?" Illya managed a small smile as he shook Valerie's hand.

"These are my parents, Quint and Beth," Valerie told Illya.

Quint laughed, startled. "You look like you could be my kid brother," he told Illya as he shook the younger man's hand.

"You do remind me an awful lot of my husband when he was younger," Beth added.

"I thought you were in university in England," Illya said to Valerie.

"I am," she replied. "I enjoyed New York so much the last time I was here that I wanted to come back during winter break. My parents wa

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So Many Pond Memories - PicFic 2/11/14

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Please forgive the pun.

The bright sunlight was deceptive.  It gave the impression that things would be all right, that survival was possible.  Napoleon Solo was beginning to doubt all of it; the sunshine, the prospect of being discovered and brought back to life.

Was he dead? 

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Picfic Tuesday February 11, 2014: Nightmare and Reflection

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