The 'Correspondence' Affair #41 - May 20, 1914 (Alexander to Millicent)

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From : London, England

May 20, 1914

My darling Millicent,

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What's My Line? Prompt for 11/13

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I'm a day late on this, the week really got away from me.  So, keeping in the spirit of my tardiness, here's a line we've heard before in the series and one that I think we can all make work somehow.
You're late!

Don't you be late, posting is next Thursday and Friday.  B'bye.

The Reading Room - The Vinea Vitreaus Affair

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For your weekend enjoyment here is one from spikesgirl58 ,aka Uncle Charlie.  In this story the agents are sent to the West Coast to investigate THRUSH activities in the vineyards of Napa Valley, and the trail they follow leads to plenty of intrigue and excitement.  Settle down with a glass of wine and join in on the fun.

The Vinea Vitreaus Affair on ff.net

A New Story-Chapter 5

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With heartfelt thanks to mrua7 for praise, encouragement and beta skills.




Friendly Fire is always a possibility in the career of a Section 2 field agent, when it happens; how they deal with it can either make or break them.

Link to Chapter 1-http://archiveofourown.org/works/2563967/chapters/5701682
Link to Chapter 2-http://archiveofourown.org/works/2563967/chapters/5717075
Link to Chapter 3-http://archiveofourown.org/works/2563967/chapters/5726660
Link to Chapter 4-http://archiveofourown.org/works/2563967/chapters/5738429

Chapter 5

Illya was grateful Lisa Rogers was away from her desk as he was in no mood for pleasantries since he was nursing his raw, untethered emotions as well as a hangover. Remnants of the headache were now a steady, dull throb at his temples.

Suddenly his shoulder holster felt strangely light against his ribs when he remembered there was no gun cradled in it.

“You’re losing it Kuryakin,” he muttered to himself.

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