"Rumble in the Jungle"~ for the PicFic Tuesday challenge 4/22

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For some reason Live Journal is not letting me post my fic. The text keep overlapping...very aggravating. So here's a link to the story and I hope you enjoy it!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10290481/1

"Rumble in the Jungle"~ for the PicFic Tuesday challenge 4/22 (Part One)

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A/N: and epilogue was just added reader's requests. Link at the end of part one.


                                                       

Helicopter blades whipped the air as the chopper circled, coming in for a landing along the river bank. Two men dressed in fatigues and each carrying small backpack slung over their shoulders, stepped from it, ducking until they were clear.

It rose back into the air, circling again and disappeared out of view farther down river.

One of the men was blond, and he removed his dark aviator glasses to reveal a blue eye, with the other covered by a black patch. His companion, a dark haired, handsome fellow looked about, frowning just a little as he took note of their surroundings.

Concertina wire fencing surrounding the compound, two guard towers and lots of armed men carrying assault rifles; it was little fortress in the South American jungle.

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Picfic Tuesday April 22, 2014: Getting Out

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Napoleon wiped sweat from his forehead as he looked around the POW camp that had been his “home” for the last two months and wondered for the hundredth time if his famous Solo Luck had finally run its course. When he had been captured by Generalissimo Chavez, he had been pleasantly surprised that the aspiring Latin dictator was not really interested in pulling UNCLE secrets out of his brain. “I am not interested in that sort of thing,” he had said, “What I need right now are laborers. That is what you will be, Senor. All of you will build my presidential palace.”

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Likewise - PicFic 4/22/14

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Flames were licking at their heels as two men ran for their lives over muddy terrain,  through a smoke filled forest.  Not twenty minutes ago they had set off an explosion that should have been nothing more than the extinguishment of yet another THRUSH satrapy.  Instead, sparks had ignited a hidden trove of highly flammable uniforms near the exit to the main building.  Those uniforms had been intended for some very unfortunate recruits whose fate would have been that of living sacrifices to the Hierarchy in another flamboyant and cruel illustration of its continuing need for submissive followers.

Now that the threat concerning the uniforms and the innocent recruits was solved, the greater problem at hand was the spontaneous blaze that had erupted in the wake of this  mission’s earlier supposed success.  Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were ahead of the fire only because they had been on their way at the time of the explosion.  In this part of the world there would be no fire brigade, no forest rangers.  This fire would burn itself out eventually with no collateral damage except possibly the two UNCLE agents who had started it.

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