Round Robin

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The Round Robin will commence on Friday, April 29.  This is a Double Drabble format and is based on the story Higher Objectives.
The order is based on the sign ups, but if you need to trade or change anything you can contact someone on the list about trading places.  Once the Round Robin begins, and after you post, please notify the next writer via PM to let her know she's next.
This should be fun, and I'm anxious to see where my story ends.
If for some reason you need to drop out, please let us know ASAP.  If someone wants to join, we can still add you to the rotation.

mrua7
sidhe_uaine42
insaneladybug
avirra
selyndaep
alynwa
rosywonder
rose_of_pollux
glennagirl

Water - A little late entry for Picfic Tuesday

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Apologies this is late, I've been a bit out of touch, however I realised the prompt fitted a story I wrote a couple of months ago. It's been posted elsewhere so I hope that's ok!

The Prompt:


Occupational Hazards: Water

The blond man stood on the pier, the violent winds lashing at his wiry body, tangling his bangs and forcing them into his eyes to obscure his vision. He appeared ill-prepared for the vicious storm that railed around him, his black turtleneck moulded to him like a second skin by the driving rain which pricked his pale skin like needles as it soaked him to the core.

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There's Still Time - for 'A Little Drabble Do Ya!'

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There's still time.
Even as the timer marches inexorably towards zero.
He's nose to nose with an explosive device, primed to take out half a city block, and him along with it.
But he's not worried.
There's still time.
He hears the light footsteps he has unconsciously been waiting for, his smile hidden by a mock scowl.
"I thought you were meant to be half way to New York?" he grouses.
Illya gets to work on the mess of wires.
"Left something behind." he comments, frowning in concentration at the bomb.
Napoleon isn't worried.
Illya's here, and there's still time.

I Think I See - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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"What are you looking at?" Napoleon was mildly curious about what had his partner's attention.

"The cat."

"The cat?"

A sigh suggested impatience.

"Yes Napoleon.  The cat."

Solo wasn't sure if he should pursue this, but he was curious.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you watching the cat?"

Another long sigh, and then the blond turned to look at his friend.

"I am watching the cat while she watches those birds."

Illya pointed at something from his perch by the window.  They were waiting for a courier to show up, but he had been followed.

"Oh… those birds."

"Yes."

"Oh."

QuoteME #2: 2016 -- Reminder

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This is just a reminder that the second challenge in the 2016 QuoteME series here on section7mfu gets underway next month (posting May 21st through May 28th).

The guidelines for QuoteME #2: 2016 can be found here.

"The 7 Cities Affair" by mrua7

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This story was started just two years ago as a request bylindafishes8.  She gave me a basic summary with some specific elements in it and finally after most of life's complications for me were past...I finished the story for her.

So this is for you Linda and I hope you like it as well as everyone else. Sorry it took so long.

This story is complete and is around 35,000 words.

Summary: Napoleon and Illya are tasked with finding a T.H.R.U.S.H. agent who's gone rogue. As revenge, he threatens to destroy seven cities, the homes to 7 satraps, with atomic bombs. There's one complication for the U.N.C.L.E. agents, they must work with the enemy to complete their mission.

This is just a taste; click on the bomb to take you to AO3 for the rest of the story.
"The 7 Cities Affair"


“Gentlemen it has come to our attention that this man, a member of THRUSH, has gone rogue,” Alexander Waverly announced to his two top field agents.

“His name is Willie Altschuler and he has been with their organization for quite some time. His aspirations had been to become a member of the High Council but he has been turned down again and again, despite being one of their top operatives.

Illya passed a photograph of the man to his partner with a shrug.

“He isn’t much to look at,” Napoleon said; noting the man was balding and looked somewhat out of shape. If he wasn’t in his forties, he most certainly appeared to be.

“Looks can be deceiving Mr. Solo; in this case we can only presume this is a true photograph of Altschuler, as he’s been known to be a master of disguise.”

“How is it we have never encountered this man before?” Kuryakin asked.

“He has operated mainly behind the Iron Curtain, specifically in East Germany, where he is from, and has wreaked havoc over the years with the STASI. So given UNCLE rarely ventures into that territory, it is understandable you haven’t had contact with him.”

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"Depends on your point of view"~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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“Get your knee away from my face!” Napoleon barked.

“I would if you moved your posterior away from mine.” Illya groused.

“Not exactly pleased with what I have to be staring at mates, if you get my drift’  Slate moaned.

“Where’s your sense of adventure boys?” April giggled.

“Went down my gullet with that last round of scotch,” Napoleon said.

“Yeah,”Mark moaned,”too much gin.”

Illya remained straight faced.. “I am perfectly fine, yet I drank more than the two of you combined.”

“That’s because to you vodka is like water. Last time we play drunk Twister,” Napoleon groaned.

Misty - A Little DrabbleDo Ya! - April 27th

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I hope no-one minds me cheating a little by basing my drabble on yesterday's picfic prompt.



Illya was not a lover of fog, but as he crept along the mist-shrouded beach, he was grateful for its cover. It meant he could approach shack virtually unseen. The one man on guard had no idea of Illya’s presence until he felt a thud at the base of his neck.

Checking there was no-one else around, the Russian took the insensible guard’s keys and unlocked the door of the shack. Inside, he found a bound Napoleon Solo. He released his partner and helped him to his feet.

“It’s about time, “Solo complained. “This damp fog is ruining my suit.”

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