"It's not easy at the top" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Alexander Waverly sat at his desk sipping his morning cup of tea. He was deep in thought, deciding upon which team to send to a most dangerous assignment in the Leeward Islands, specifically to Monserrat.

He’d already lost four agents, and it clawed at him that it could happen again.  It was all for the greater good but to have to send men to their possible deaths was not easy.

Though he’d been drinking tea all his life, it suddenly didn’t sit well with him and he put down the cup, leaving it unfinished.

This was not a good day...

"Araneus Watanabe-Solo" for the LifeCylce Challenge: Fear

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Challenge: LifeCycle- Fear

Author: mrua7

Title: Araneus Watanabe-Solo

Word count: Approximately 850

Rating: gen

A good many people are afraid of spiders, something scientists point to as an ‘ancestral memory,’ one of many fears that prehistoric predecessors of the human race lived with on a daily basis. These ancestral memories are the snakes, spiders, and angry faces that haunt our nightmares.

Why such creatures terrified modern men and women was a conundrum really.  There were estimated to be less than two hundred of the known species of spider in the entire world, somewhere in the range out of thirty thousand, that posed serious medical concerns for healthy humans, with about one hundred fifty or so confirmed fatalities a year worldwide.

Considering the odds when compared to the number of people of the world, they seemed pretty low and yet the fear remained.

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The Waiting is the Worst Part - A Little Drabble Do ya! - August 26th

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Napoleon paced back and forth, as he had been doing for the last hour, pausing every so often to glance through the window in the door. Through the glass he could see the team was working hard to fix all the damage. If it were possible he would have been in there too, but he was told he would only get in the way.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened. Solo could hardly bring himself to ask how it had gone.

“We were successful, Napoleon,” he was told. “We got the dents out of your fender.”

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Humor Me - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"I don't get it."

Illya cut his eyes, checked his partner's facial expression.   No doubt it showed confusion.

"What don't you get Napoleon?"

Solo knew this had to be some sort of trick.  That sneaky Russian partner of his had a mean streak.

"What it is this is supposed to represent.  What is it?"

The sneaky Russian avoided making eye contact.

"You must let the image appear.  Not everyone can see it, but I had hoped… well, you know."

April walked in, shook her head.

"There's nothing there darling."

"You don't see it either?"

"Illya…?"

"April…?"

"I knew it."

Laughter

A Little Drabble Do Ya: It's Almost that Time, A Sugar & Spies Drabble

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“Daddy?”

“Yes, Leona?”

“I don’t wanna go to school.”

“Why?”

“I want to stay home with you and Papa.”

“Papa and I do a lot of traveling. Don’t you want to be with your friends while we’re gone?”

“You won’t stay if I don’t go to school?”

“We can’t, Leona. We have to work. And you have to go to school.”

“Why?”

“So that you can learn things. You want to be smart like Papa, right?”

“And you, too, Daddy. You’re very smart.”

“Thanks!”

“What are we talking about?”

“How smart Leona thinks I am.”

“She is your biggest fan.”

Forever Present - Lifecycle Challenge : Fear - August 26th

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Taking a new step, uttering a new word, is what people fear the most ~ Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.


Change was something which had long since ceased to induce fear in Illya Nickovitch Kuryakin. At least, he had thought so. As he stood in front of Del Floria’s Tailor Shop, which was the entrance to the New York headquarters of U.N.C.L.E., Illya felt something he hadn’t known in a long time. His chest constricted, his stomach churned, and he felt colder than a Siberian winter. When he’d stepped from the plane, onto American soil, the fear had tried to emerge then. Illya had pushed it back, telling himself he had nothing to be afraid of. He may be a Soviet, but he was an invited Soviet. He was also already an U.N.C.L.E. agent, and this was merely a change of headquarters. He really had nothing to fear; not when compared to the events of his life until that point.


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