"The House of Bamboo" Chapter 2~ for PicFic Tuesday.

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Once roused, Shinjiru brought supplies to see to Illya’s wound.

His shirt was removed and she cleaned, stitched and bandaged it with a delicate touch; bringing a sturdy piece of cloth for him to use as a temporary sling.

“It is not deep Kuryakin-san and should heal well if I have done my job correctly,”the girl spoke in English.

“I am afraid I ruined one of your lady’s silk scarfs,” Illya held it up with his right hand.

“Blood is difficult to remove, especially from silk, but I will endeavor to do so,” she shyly smiled. She assisted him to put on a short kimono as well as slipping his arm into the sling.

"I will return with your shirt and jacket once I have cleaned and repaired them.”

“Anata wa anata no Shinjirō-san ni kansha, mottomo shinsetsude yasashīdesu.,” You are most kind and gentle, thank you Shinjiro-san,” Illya bowed to her.

The girl blushed at his words, bowing herself, but said nothing more as she quickly left.

“Hmm I think she'd like to see more of you than just being shirtless,” Napoleon grinned.

“Do you not ever think about anything else?” Illya huffed.

“What do you think?”

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Crossings for PicFic 5/19

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The two UNCLE agents had been beaten, interrogated and finally mistaken for something less than they were.  The guards were overthrown and Solo and Kuryakin had emerged from their cells to find the  hacienda quiet, seemingly empty.

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Hidden Battles - Picfic Tuesday - May 19th

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At the risk of spoiling the story a little, I feel that I must warn you that there is mention of self-inflicted death. If this may be a problem to you, then please don't read it.

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Whenever an U.N.C.L.E. employee died, it was up to senior agents to sweep the employees home for anything which could relate to the command; such as weapons or personal defence items. Sweeps usually took about an hour, but when it came to the apartment of Section 3 agent, Bartholomew Stafford, it took four times longer. Stafford’s paranoia about his personal safety was almost obsessive. He had barely scraped through his last psych evaluation. In the end, it was his paranoia which had killed him.

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