We Can't Afford a Carriage

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For "What's my line" prompt; The men from  need UNCLE  transportation because...

The men from U.N.C.L.E were on the run.

The T.H.R.U.S.H. satrap in rural Ohio had been completely destroyed thanks to Napoleon’s impeccable planning and Illya’s explosives expertise. The building had been full of chemicals and the fiery explosion flattened it with a rather loud BOOM. But now the hornet’s nest had been shaken and the men were at a flat out full run in an attempt to escape with their lives.

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"THE TRANSPORTATION AFFAIR ~ prompt # 1 for: What's My Line?

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Challenge: What’s my line?

Title: “The transportation affair.”

The prompt: The men from U.N.C.L.E. need transportation because...

Author: mrua7

Word count: Approximately 1500

                                 

To say it was a dark and stormy night was more of an understatement than anything. The days downpour started in the early morning hours, persisted throughout the afternoon and evening, with the rain continuing relentlessly to the following day.

It was nearly one a.m. as an unhappy Napoleon Solo leaned back on the red vinyl cushioned bench in an all night diner, sitting opposite his equally disgruntled partner.

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"The Transportation Affair"~ for prompt #1 of "What's my line?"

[mlaw]

 Challenge: What’s my line?

Title: “The transportation affair.”

The prompt: The men from U.N.C.L.E. need transportation because...

Author: mrua7

Word count: Approximately 1500

                                   

To say it was a dark and stormy night was more of an understatement than anything. The days downpour started in the early morning hours, persisted throughout the afternoon and evening, with the rain continuing relentlessly to the following day.

It was nearly one a.m. as an unhappy Napoleon Solo leaned back on the red vinyl cushioned bench in an all night diner, sitting opposite his equally disgruntled partner.

 

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Hitchin' A Ride - What's My Line?

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The prompt: The men from UNCLE need to find transportation because...

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Three people walking along a dusty road near Needles, California were close to dropping down onto the hot pavement.  In the darkness they each imagined waves of heat coming off the blacktop as each labored step took them closer to nothing they could identify.

“Illya, are we getting any closer to civilization?”  A rag was tied around Napoleon Solo’s head, whether originally in response to  an injury or a need to stop the sweat from dripping into his eyes, it was difficult to tell.  A tall woman walked alongside him, the heels on her shoes gone now as she hobbled along with one arm linked to the American.

“How should I know?  If you had not seen fit to use our map to set fire to that satrapy then perhaps we might...”  Kuryakin was cut off with a rude gesture from his partner.

“All right already.  Right now not having a map is the least of our troubles, don’t you think.’ The Russian waved him off as though he were swatting at an annoying insect.

“Anyway, if you hadn’t run our car into a ditch...”  That stopped Illya dead in his tracks.  Perhaps that was too much, after all the ditch came as a result of a bullet finding the blond agent as he drove away from the smoldering THRUSH satrapy.

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