"The really unexpected affair" Chapter 3 for Picfic Tuesday- August 25th

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Links to: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

The prompt:



"I'm a lover not a fighter."

The Vouchsafe motored into the estuary of the River Ribble, anchoring just off shore. Not far off was a covered pier, the Promenade, Maude called it.

At the moment the many pylons supporting it were exposed, making it resemble an immense centipede that jutted out along the sand.

It had been built during the Victorian era as a pleasure pier, with A Tudor-style entrance added in 1899 along with more addtions that included a Moorish-style pavilion built just after the turn of the century, followed by a Floral Hall in 1910. it was supposed to be a sedate promenading venue for visitors, but attractions were later added on, making it somewhat of a riverside attraction.

“I guess if we’d caught the high tide,” Napoleon said,” we’d have been able to moor there at the pier.

”I’m afraid not,” the captain said.”Changes made to the estuary channels to improve access to Preston Dock up river left the pier on dry land, and in doing so it ended steamer services to Blackpool and Liverpool. I’m afraid you’ll have to go ashore via the dinghy.”

After helping Maude and the others down to the small boat a crewman rowed them to the shore where they were met by a pair of burly looking men, who eyed the UNCLE agents with suspicion.

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An Intermission Feature While I Finish the WIP from A Few PicFics Ago...

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Suspicious Russian - Picfic Tuesday - August 25th

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“I do not like it.”

Napoleon gave his partner a sideways look. They were both sitting, in folding chairs, beside an exquisitely idyllic pond. The sun was bright and warm, the breeze was slight, and the view of the eight sunbathing beauties nearby was stunning. Napoleon had claimed the chairs were because he didn’t want to ruin his suit. Illya had quickly realised it was really so he could view all the girls at once.

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The Left Behind - Picfic, August 25th

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There was a pond on the edge of the hospital grounds, soft blue water overhung with trees. Napoleon pushed the wheelchair down the gravel path towards it and carefully positioned Randolph so the bulk of St Joshua's was behind him. Out of sight, out of mind.

“It's nice here, isn't it?” he asked, looking around, a breeze ruffling through his hair. “Peaceful.” He thought Randolph could probably use some peaceful.

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