"An honor for the day"~ posted for the WHAT'S MY LINE? challenge

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Challenge: What’s my line?

Title: “An honor for the day”

The prompt: “A Yankee Doodle Dandy”

Author: mrua7

Word count: Approximately 1300

It was the fourth of July and the preparations for the holiday were in full swing at U.N.C.L.E. headquarters in New York City. Though it was an international organization with no political allegiance, the majority of its employees in the city here were Americans and those in-house needed to have their celebrations, if only for a little bit while at work.

It was the foreign born workers and agents who felt a little bewildered at the moment. Independence was not necessarily a concept some of them were accustomed to as a number of them came from countries ruled by monarchies, dictatorships, or socio-political regimes that controlled the daily lives of their citizens with an unforgiving hand.

The cooking staff in the Commissary had festively adorned the cafeteria in red, white and blue bunting for the occasion. The day’s menu consisted of traditional American fare...hot dogs with sauerkraut, onions or chili, hamburgers, Boston baked beans, coleslaw, potato salad, corn on the cob... basically nothing to interest those unaccustomed to such gastronomic fare.

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Song Story - Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

What happens when UNCLE agents can't get any satisfaction out of their lives?  It's up to you to settle that question with next week's Song Story.
Entries post Thursday and Friday, 500 word minimum and content suitable for all.
I'm sure readers will be more than satisfied with our efforts.

LYRICS

Comfort

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I recently posted this story but decided to take it down as I simply do not like the way I’ve written it. I am re-posting it in its original form due to it being well received. I fully intend to cannibalise it and incorporate elements into a much longer story at some time in the future. Thank you to glennagirl and mrua7 for taking the time out to reassure me that it isn’t as bad as I think it is, and thanks to everyone else who commented.

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Comfort


Napoleon Solo was whistling as he skipped down the steps into U.N.C.L.E. HQ. The reason for his happy mood was entirely down to Illya’s release from medical the previous day. The blond agent had been cleared for light duties, which meant Napoleon could palm all his paperwork off on him. Of course, he was also glad Illya had survived another THRUSH attempt to kill him.

“You need to report to medical,” Lizzie on reception informed him as she pinned on his badge.
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