The Yellowstone Affair Chapter 12

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During the fifteen minutes it took to fly the NPS helicopter back to the staging area in the Lamar Valley, the snowfall returned with a vengeance causing nearly whiteout conditions. The ‘copter landed in the upper parking lot of the Lamar Buffalo Ranch joining another NPS ‘copter that had just shut down its engine.

Illya jumped down to the hard packed snow and walked over to the group of rangers standing on the edge of the landing zone. One of the men parted from the group bowing his head against the wind and the rotor wash and walked over to the UNCLE agent extending his gloved hand in greeting.

“Mr. Kuryakin, I’m glad to make your acquaintance, ‘though I wish it were under less grim circumstances. My name is Bob Murray. I’m the the one who is heading up the search and recovery operation.”

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A Little Drabble Do Ya - Clothes Make The Spy

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" Are you going out like that?"

It was said with obvious disdain.

One eyebrow shot up.
"Oh, so now you have an opinion about what I'm wearing?"

"Well for one thing … um, well you're not leaving much to the imagination."

A huff of exasperation accompanied the raising of another eyebrow.

"You assigned me to this ridiculous … This is what people in this profession wear on stage.  You knew full well when you tagged me for this and so this is what I shall wear."

Napoleon held onto the smile threatening to crease his face.

"Best man for the job, tovarisch."

"A hardened heart' ~for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Illya sat on a park bench, though it was snowing. He wore a wool coat but it wasn’t really warm enough. He stayed, watching the large snowflakes drift down, covering him like a statue.

His face turned downward, his heart hardened at the near death of his partner.

“Time for revenge”…his old self growled to be free.

But then he heard it, a plaintive mewing beneath his feet. A lone kitten; he tucked it into his coat. Though it was shivering, it began to purr and that softened Kuryakin's heart.

“Better to find this little one a home.”

Illya smiled…

Three Years and Counting...

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January 13 marked the 3rd Anniversary of Section VII.  That's 3 years of great stories, conversation and companionship here with each other and our favorite spies.  Thank you to every one  who has been a part of it, whether from the outset or recently.  Whether you're writing the stories, or reading and discussing them... I'm honored and so very grateful for all of you.

Life or Death -' A Little Drabble Do Ya!' - Feb 4th

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Death, if you’re going to take me, then please, show some mercy and do it soon. The pain has gone on too long and it’s more than I can endure. I have too many injuries, there’s too much loss of blood. Come for me now, Death, and end this misery. The agony is consuming me; it feels like it is all that I am now. If you are not going to take me, then let someone find me. I am begging you, please!

“HE’S IN HERE! Stay with me, Tovarisch. Help is here.”

Not this time then; maybe the next.