Call Me Ishmael - PicFic Tuesday, 11/24

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Closing time was approaching. A few stragglers were all that remained of the customers that had filled the aisles, jostling and maneuvering, haggling for the best deals. The calls of the retailers, hawking their wares in various accents, had dwindled to near silence. Several booths were packing up for the day.

On a stand toward the rear of the market stood a large glass tank, alive with dark, alien forms, crawling and tumbling over each other. Illya crouched at its base and stared into it with fixed intensity. He was dressed in a flannel shirt and work pants, both too large. Napoleon leaned against a nearby pillar, finishing a sandwich and watching his partner in bemusement.
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"The things we do for U.N.C.L.E." for PicFic Tuesday 11/24

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The prompt:

Solo and Kuryakin ran along the sidewalk, dodging the many shoppers or those out for an evening stroll. In pursuit of the brave UNCLE agents were two rather large goons, hell bent on catching them and taking back what Napoleon and Illya had stoen.

“There!” Illya pointed to the entrance to a nearby restaurant.

The two ducked inside, and without regard for the patrons, they ran through the dining are; in the process  knocking over a waiter or two.

“Beg pardon,”Illya called back; he paused for a split second beside a large fish tank containing at five rather lively lobsters

“Come on! We can have dinner later! “Napoleon shouted, waving his partner toward the kitchen just as the goons appeared.

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The Seafood Diet Affair - Picfic 24/11/2015

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It started with a woman opening a can of lobster bisque and almost choking on a broken tracking chip. A tracking chip which had been previously to be found in the upper right molar of Simon Bailey, an UNCLE agent who had been missing for three weeks.

“Moderately disgusting,” Napoleon declared. “I guess she's just lucky not to have found the rest of the tooth.”

“Unless she had already swallowed it,” Illya suggested darkly, and Napoleon pulled a face at the thought.

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