"Again..." For the PicFic Tuesday Challenge

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The prompt:

“How am I going to get through this paperwork?” Solo moaned.

“If you kept on top of it, there would be little to do,” Kuryakin mumbled from behind the newspaper he was reading.

“Hey be a pal and help a guy out, Illya buddy, partner mine? I’ll never get through this and I have a date tonight. I’ll make it worth your while, free dinner place of your choice, within reason of course.”

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When Is A Satrap Not A Satrap?

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Big question among the MFU crowd, we tend to use the term quite a lot.  And it carries a bit of confusion with it because we often use the terms satrap and satrapy incorrectly.  I've had to go back more than once and correct my use of it in a story, and I see it come up in things I read so, I thought it was worth going over the definitions.
sa·trap

ˈsāˌtrap,ˈ

noun

1. a provincial governor in the ancient Persian empire.

   
   
   • any subordinate or local ruler.
   
   

sa·trap·y

ˈsātrəpē,ˈ

noun

1. a province governed by a satrap.
   
   
   So there you have it. The satrap is a person, the satrapy is a location.
   I'm wondering if we might have other situations, words or concepts that would bear some discussion.  If you have any ideas then maybe we could create an open forum on Fridays to put some things out here for brainstorming and correction, when needed.
   PM me or open a post on the topic.

ROUND ROBIN: Higher Objectives, Chapter 6

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(from Avirra…to Selyndaep…

Chapter 6
Illya’s lips twitched at his partner’s lapse.
Catching the smirk, Napoleon made a face, shaking his fist in mock anger.
“How long do you think you’ll need?” Illya asked, jotting: ‘How did you learn of this?’
“Hmmm…20 minutes should do it.” He handed back the pad: ‘Hallway. Dark glasses, work boots, heavy pea coat, stocking cap. My height. Spoke in whisper.’
Illya raised an eyebrow. Napoleon had not specified gender; curious…
“Well, I’d better hurry if I’m going to get those supplies.” Not yet moving, he gave a speaking look.
“Yes, yes,” Illya answered carelessly as an absent man immersed in his work. A short nod acknowledged the seriousness of the situation as he locked eyes with his partner.
Said partner smiled grimly. I will if you will.
Illya’s eyes gleamed in response. Suddenly, lunging, his eyes darkened as he tackled his friend to the floor!
Napoleon’s heightened reflexes barely allowed him enough time to enough to buffer the hard landing. He mouthed the inevitable question, “What did you—”
CRACK! The window shattered in a spray of gunfire!
The agents automatically rolled apart, taking flanking defensive positions, guns drawn.
Suddenly, the front door began to shake! A battering ram!


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Some Battles Can Wait - Picfic Tuesday - May 3rd

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“That’s the last of them, Mr Reid.”

Stefan Reid, head of the U.N.C.L.E. North West accounting department, frowned as his secretary deposited the stack of files on his desk. Just looking at them gave him a headache. One whole pile contained the expenses claims of Napoleon Solo. Although Reid had signed off on them, he needed to look back through them and compile lists of which items were claimed for the most. He was, of course, going to be looking through those of other Section 2 agents, but he needed to get the biggest problem out of the way first.

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