"The Oubliette"~for the PicFic Tuesday Challenge March 4th (Part 1...because the post was too large)

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The purring of the car engine and crunch of the gravel beneath the tires were the only perceptible sounds as Napoleon Solo drove his rental car past the wrought iron gate.

His destination was a southern style mansion surrounded by stately oak trees in their yearly molt. Once the car door was opened, the rustling of the leaves along the swirled around him.

“I’m getting a feeling deja vú,” Solo whispered to himself.

A familiar voice spoke to him.“That is because it looks just like that place in Virginia...was it? A funeral chapel, and you were put into a coffin.”

“Gee thanks for the happy memories,” Napoleon frowned.

“You are welcome.”

The trouble was, the coverstion was imaginary, it was all in his head as his friend and partner, Illya Kuryakin had gone missing.

It was nearly two months now, the Russian had disappeared on a routine courier mission in Alabama, and now there was finally a break; a chance he was still among the living. That’s what Napoleon hoped.

Solo skirted alongside the dark sedan with his weapon drawn; stepping away from it and up the short flight of stairs leading to the arched white door in the front of the house.

There were no signs of life, no light shining through the shuttered windows and as Napoleon turned the door handle; he was surprised to find it unlocked. Stepping inside, he was greeted by a number of caskets lining the wall...it was a display room.

“See, I told you,”Illya whispered in Solo’s head.

“If you’re going to say something, then tell me where you are tovarisch.”

This time there was only silence...

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"The Oubliette" Part 2 ~ for the PicFic Tuesday Challenge March 4th

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Well isn’t this another fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into Solo? He quickly reminded himself this was all for the sake of finding and rescuing his wayward partner. For a moment he half expected to hear Illya’s voice making some smart remark, but there was nothing.

Labé had apparently taken the Russian prisoner, but this time with the intention of capturing Solo to exact his revenge upon him. When last they met, the UNCLE agent ruined his plans for getting his hands on  stolen Nazi treasures and artwork, the location of which was in Illya Kuryakin’s head. Solo saved his partner and thwarted Labé...whose incarceration by Scotland Yard ended up being very short-lived. *

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That Kiss! PicFic Tuesday 3/4/14

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“This does not look good.”

“Really? We’re dangling over a grated entrance to God only knows what, and all you can say is that it ‘does not look good?”  Napoleon’s attempt to imitate his partner’s accent brought a smirk to the Russian’s face.

“Perhaps I could lie and say that we will most certainly find a way out of this predicament.”  That brought a smirk to the American’s face, his usual optimism being mocked by the always dour Kuryakin was not helpful at the moment.

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Picfic Tuesday March 4, 2014: Walking in Another's Shoes

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