The 'Correspondence' Affair #12 - November 7, 1912 (Alexander to Millicent)

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From : London, England

November 7, 1912

Dearest Millicent,

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The Running Men from UNCLE - What's My Line?

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The line is -  And... they're off!

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The low branches were whipping at unprotected flesh as the two UNCLE agents ran for their lives through a dense jungle, a hoard of THRUSH goons hot on their trail.  If not for the fact that they were naked and without shoes for the sprint from hell, the experience might have had a certain thrill factor to which either or both of them had become, admittedly and without shame, somewhat addicted.

Life without risk was hardly worth living, or so it seemed.

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Reading Room - Invitation to the Dance by Linda Cornett

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Last week's entry by rosywonder was in anticipation of her upcoming chapter for the mfuwss 50th Anniversary Gen Round Robin.  This week I decided to follow that same path, and since the next chapter will be penned by lcorn, aka Linda Cornett, we feature one of hers.  This one takes place some time after the series and is a very interesting look at one of the 'what if' scenarios, this one featuring Kuryakin.  Enjoy, and don't forget to check out the round robin if you haven't already.
Invitation to the Dance

Since so many of our members have been represented by this round robin event, I'll be backtracking a little in the following weeks and highlighting some of their stories.  As always, thanks to everyone who writes and to all of the readers.  You're the steam in our little engine, and it's awesome that we are still chugging away with so many great new stories.

A Little Night Music Over In The Map Room...

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I've posted a story in mfu_map_room for anyone who's in the mood for a little romance.
Illya's Jazz Baby

SNAPSHOTS~" I am frugal, not cheap"

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Napoleon Solo leaned against the bathroom door post, watching his partner brush his teeth at the sink. He took note that like many things Illya owned; the toothbrush had seen better days.

“Why don’t you just spring for a new one?” He asked.

Illya rinsed and spit, washed the brush under the tap water, dried it and finally put it in his travel case before answering.

“Like many of my possessions, it is still serviceable. I see nothing wrong with it. And before you accuse me of being cheap...there is nothing wrong with frugality.”

“Illya you make more than enough money to afford to buy yourself a few things...just what do you do with your money.? Lord know’s I never see you spend it on anything.

The Russian walked out of the bathroom to the bed, stowing his shaving kit in his suitcase.  They’d successfully completed their assignment, but their flight back to New York wasn’t until the morning.

“I am saving it for a rainy day,” he winked.

“Illya, may I remind you we’re field agents and there’s a good chance that rainy day won’t come....”

“That is not your usual optimism,” Illya quirked his head. “ I suppose thinking like that, my friend,  is why you are always broke.”

“Speaking of broke, can you loan me fifty bucks until pay day, I have a hot date with a blonde I met in the bar last night.”

Illya closed his eyes, shaking his head as he took his wallet from his trouser pocket, withdrawing the cash. “You started that conversation just to get to this didn’t you?” He smiled ruefully.

“Well I am a master strategist, thank you very much.” Napoleon snatched the money from his partner’s hand, saluting him.

“I will put that on your tab,” the Russian added. “By the way, it is growing quite long again.”

His words fell were pointless