"The Castex Experiment"~ For the PicFic Tuesday challenge

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Napoleon Solo was a man made to wear a tuxedo. His suave and charming demeanor as well as that expensive tux granted him entrance to the posh soiree being hosted poolside at the mansion currently occupied by Dr. Emile-Georges Castex.

The fact that Solo had motored in to the private dock from a forty foot yacht anchored off shore helped seal the deal...that and a forged gold embossed invitation.

His cover was that of a wealthy investor, just the sort that Castex was courting to fund his operation. Precisely what that operation was, U.N.C.L.E. had no idea.

“Be careful my friend,” Kuryakin whispered as he helped his partner from the dingy to the dock. “I will not be close enough to give you immediate backup should you get in trouble.” Illya was dressed in a light polo shirt, and dark bathing trunks, suitable to the Carribean climate, though the temperatures were quite comfortable, given the Russian's dislike of the heat.

“Understood. This is a reconnoiter only so it should be a quick in and out.”

“Speaking of in and out, please do not fraternize with any of the ladies in attendance?” Illya now spoke into his microphone to his partner, testing it out.

“No more than necessary chum, scouts honor,” Napoleon touched his finger to his earpiece.

“That is what I am afraid of...and take your hand away from your ear. If I can see it, others could as well.”

Solo chuckled. “Always the worrier partner mine.”

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Tripping Away Part 2 - PicFic 1/20

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The traveling party from New York flew into Nassau's International Airport under a grey sky.  Constance Waverly was not pleased with the unwelcoming weather and said as much to her husband.

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The Gazebo in the Garden (Part 2) - Picfic Tuesday - Jan 20th

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Part 1 - http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/874712.html


It took Mark Slate an hour to get to the hotel, where he found Napoleon sitting in the garden.

“Alright Mate,” he called out. “No luck then?”

Napoleon shook his head at the Brit and explained that he’d looked into every room in the hotel and searched the garden three times.

It’s a complete mystery, Mark,” he told the other agent. “Illya has just disappeared from the face of the Earth.”

As his words, a loud rumble of thunder echoed across the sky. Both men automatically looked up.

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