Apr. 16th, 2014

[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
                                 

When she opened her eyes, the last thing she recalled was falling, not just tripping and falling down, but sailing through the air and landing with a loud painful thud.

She checked herself out for injuries, and other than a huge lump on her head, everything else was intact.  Well not exactly. The broken heel on her shoe was probably the reason she went flying down a long flight of marble stairs, and in retrospect it was sheer luck she hadn’t broken her neck or anything else vital for that matter.


As she stood up, she felt dizzy and leaned on the nearby wall with her hand to steady herself.


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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
The stakeout had been a last minute assignment for April Dancer.  Instead of her usual partner she was sitting in a car with her immediate superior, Napoleon Solo.  She liked Napoleon, enjoyed his easy manner and devlish good looks.  It was no secret that almost every woman at Headquarters would swap a Chanel original for a date with the man.  Sadly, most of them would never have either of those items.

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[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

Mark walked into the Commissary to get himself a cup of tea and noticed Illya sitting by himself at a table at the rear of the room reading the New York Times. Oh, I didn’t know he was back in town. I want to have a word with him. He paid for his tea and strolled towards the blond. “Illya, got a minute?”

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