"Cats and Dogs" Part One ~ For PicFic Tuesday 2/2

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“Oh dear,” Alexander Waverly’s distress was evident in his voice. “When did this happen Miss Rogers?”

“Just about a half hour ago so. Mr. Waverly I’m so sorry.”

“Not to worry dear girl. I’ll send Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin to help you with this unfortunate situation.”

He looked over at them as his two top agents were seated opposite him at his conference table. They were there under the assumption they would be briefed for an assignment, but then again situations were often fluid here at UNCLE headquarters. Priorites changed things very quickly.

“What is it sir, a mad scientist looking to destroy the world?” Napoleon asked.

Not to be outdone, Kuryakin chimed in. “Or a nuclear bomb waiting to be diffused.”

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"Cats and Dogs" Part Two~ For PicFic Tuesday 2/2

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“Lisa, you know Illya's not happy about being here, too many dogs. The ride over in the van, though only ten minutes, was so tense that you could have cut the air with a knife.”

“Wollman? You’re kidding? He’s the nicest dog.”

“Illya sees every canine as a potential killing machine, with him as their eventual target.”

“Poor guy, doesn’t know what he’s missing out on; well at least he likes cats. Come to think of it, you don’t like cats do you?” Lisa chuckled.

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The New Girl In Town part 2 - PicFic 2/2

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Part 1
Taking artistic and literary license to assume the sink is filled with water as well as cat.
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There is a season"~ Redux

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Reposting this in memory of the anniversary of Pete Seeger's passing.  This was originally posted as a Song Story Challege.

The mood was somber in U.N.C.L.E. Medical, the staff stayed away from the Russian; not knowing what to say to him and thinking perhaps silence was the safest route to take.

Illya Kuryakin, standing silently in the Medical Section, watched as the priest who was dressed in his black cassock, draped a purple stole around his partner's neck and began to whisper over the still figure of Napoleon Solo; he was saying prayers of Extreme Unction, the ‘Final Anointing’ of the Catholic church. The sacrament was conferred on one who was in immediate danger of death.

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Claws for Alarm? (PicFic Tuesday 2/2)

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It was Illya’s agent training that alerted him to the fact that something was amiss in his apartment as he returned that night—something had entered here that hadn’t supposed to be here. Slowly, he drew his U.N.C.L.E. Special, creeping in the darkness of his sitting room as he made his way through the apartment.

His sixth sense told him that something was in the kitchenette. Silently, he made it to the kitchenette, suddenly flicking on the light switch.

“Don’t move!” he yelled.

An annoyed meow responded him, and Illya lowered his weapon in stunned surprise as he saw the bright eyes of a cat staring at him from within his kitchen sink. Baffled, the Russian stared back, wondering what to do.

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"Shadows" Redux for Groundhog day! (6 more weeks of winter)

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Illya and Napoleon have a discussion while on stakeout near Punxsutawney Pa.

A response to the U.N.C.L.E. HQ “Howdowe” Groundhog day challenge.

We never escape shadows, they surround us, follow us and even hide within us. Most let them pass by without a thought, but to a man like Illya Kuryakin they rarely do.

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More Groundhog Day Revisiting - Saving Illya

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I think I posted a link to our first round of HODOWE stories not long ago, but since it is the big day I'm offering my story here, yet again.  There's no mention of groundhogs in this story, but the hope for spring was the theme in the aftermath of near tragedy.
Saving Illya

Bubblegum - Picfic - Feb 2nd

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The summons to Mr Waverly’s office had come as great surprise to Velma Wells. As a senior archivist, Velma spent most of her working life down in the bowels of the basement levels, happily keeping everything in order. She’d been with U.N.C.L.E. for just over 15 years, and in that time had spoken Alexander Waverly on only three occasions. She had never once been to his office.

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