"Wong Fook Hing Mistake"~ for the PicFic Tuesday challenge 8/18

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The prompt:

Solo and Kuryakin stood for a moment, staring at sign above the entrance to their destination.  They’d only been given the address to the latest U.N.C.L.E. field office located in Shanghai; the previous office having been blown up by a THRUSH infiltrator.

Alexander Waverly had been assured this would be more an anonymous location as it was situated amidst the many bright store fronts and businesses that filled the streets of this city, blending in so to speak.

“That’s not a very good name,”Solo quipped.

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The Start of the Evening - Pic Fic, 18th August

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Deep in concentration, Illya adjusted the flames on the micro-acetylene torch to exactly the right temperature and bent over the bench. He had to get precisely the right angle, or else he would have wasted a day's work.

“Making crème brulee?” Napoleon asked brightly from directly behind him.

It was only long exposure to his partner that kept his hands steady and his tone even. But then, it was only long exposure to his partner that kept him from strangling the man. “Hardly. I think I should put a bell on you.”

“I'm not sure that would be an advantage in the field,” Napoleon said contemplatively.

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Bored Games - Short Affair for 17th August

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*awkward cough* I wrote most of this in my lunchbreak yesterday, but fell asleep before I got round to posting it in the evening. But it seemed a shame to waste it, so hope no one minds.

Prompts - Inhale/Sky Blue
Word Count - 986
Title - Bored Games

Napoleon gazed down at the mishmash of letters, trying to find any sense in it. Ah. "I - S - T on capital," he announced cheerfully placing the tiles down. "Capitalist. And that's a double word score on the T, so - "

" Twenty eight points," Illya told him.

He looked at him. "I know," he said levelly. The four of them had been stuck in this safe house for two days now, waiting for contact. None of them were built for boredom. There was no radio, no TV and no books - just a dusty pile of boardgames.

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Another Rescue - PicFic - August 18th

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Almost six hours had passed since Illya’s disappearance. He and Napoleon had been pursuing separate leads on a Chinese smuggling ring, with possible ties to THRUSH. Illya’s last contact had been to inform his partner that he was about to enter a store in Chinatown, purporting to be a book store. Although, judging by the window display, he seemed to think books were only a minor section of the stock on offer. Since then, there had been no further contact, and all attempts to call his communicator had failed.

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