2016-04-05

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"The Something's Rotten in Block Island Affair" chapter 8 for PicFic Tuesday 4/5/16

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 (part 1),Chapter 6 (part 2), Chapter 7


The prompt:


Napoleon found himself squirming as he did a quick update for the Old Man; in the end he was expecting a verbal reprimand for not having informed his boss of their suspicions.


Solo was senior agent, and was his responsibility to keep Mr. Waverly abreast of things, he supposed even if it wasn’t involving an assignment. One never knew when THRUSH or some other nefarious entity was up to no good as could be the case here.


Checking in, though still being on a short vacation, was the right thing to have done, but Napoleon didn’t always go by the book; something that often irked Waverly. He could hear the exasperation in the Old Man’s voice.


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New Girl part 5 -Picfic 4/5

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

My apologies for dragging this out for so long.  I've just had a lot going on and writing has been on the back burner.  I promise to keep at this and get it resolved as quickly as possible.  In the meantime, I give you Part 5...

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Concussion - Picfic Tuesday 4/5/16

The prompt:

Illya

Whathappened? WhereamI?

Where's Napoleon?

What hit me?

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Misdiagnosis - Short Affair and Picfic - April 5th

I have to apologise for a couple of things regarding this story. Firstly, it's the Short Affair a day late. Secondly, I've combined it with today's picfic but as it only has about 380 words, it's shorter than it should be for a pific. I've been unwell for a couple of days and have only just started feeling like a human again (though I'm a long way from well yet), so I hope you'll forgive me.

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Prompts - Mishap/White

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The Moonlit Gulch Affair, part I (PicFic Tuesday 4/4)

(This was supposed to be much, much longer, except that between life getting extremely busy and technical issues, I couldn't complete it in time, so I'll just post the pertinent part now as Part I of a WIP and post the rest once I finish...)



Two sets of footprints were visible in the sands of the Sonoran Desert, departing from what remained of a shot-up jeep that had been driving across the desert sands. Dusk was descending upon the desert, and the harsh heat was giving way to the cool blanket of the night. But, at the other end of the footprints, two men were running as fast as they could while weighed down with the gear they had managed to salvage from the jeep before they had been forced to flee on foot.

The slightly shorter one, a blond Russian, stopped to catch his breath.

“Napoleon…” he gasped to his brunet American partner. “I think we can stop and rest for a while. We have not heard any shots in hours.”

Napoleon exhaled, scanning the darkening desert all around them.

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