The Boo from U.N.C.L.E. - Chapter 1

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The Prompt: "Wickedness comes in all shapes and forms" by mrua7


“Haha,” said Napoleon huffily, attempting to pull his arm away.

Shaking his head, Illya grasped the arm more firmly and eased Napoleon down until he was seated on the top step. His smile faded as the lights flickered ominously. “I thought you were seeing to it that we were no longer at the mercy of the utility companies.”

Before Illya had finished his complaint, the power failed again. Inside the stairwell, the darkness was absolute. The subtle electric hum, that perpetual resonance of their state-of-the-art headquarters, vanished. An eerie silence filled the void.

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And so it begins...the Section VII Halloween Round Robin!

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We're off  to a rousing and creepy start!

The prompt- by mrua7

Chapter 1- by ssclassof56

"Slowly I turned" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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A double drabble:

“Slowly I turned, step by step...inch by inch and then,”Napoleon reached for Illya’s’ throat, but stopped.

“My friend, that is as old as the hills. It is from vaudeville and features a man recounting the day he took his revenge upon his enemy, becoming so engrossed in his story that he attacks the innocent listener to whom he is speaking. He comes to his senses, but goes berserk again when the listener says something that triggers the old memory.”

“Old? It’s a classic,” Solo winked.”Here comes George Dennell; I’ll try it on him.”

“Hello Illya, Napoleon. How are you?” George flashed a toothy grin.

“Did you hear what happened to me yesterday George?”Napoleon knew the man liked the juicy details.

“What? Are you okay? I mean you look fine but you never know...a guy could be beat up and hide it with his clothing. Hey, that’s a really great looking suit by the way. Did Del make it for you?”

“George?”

“Yes Napoleon?”

“Never mind…”

“Aw Jeez, there I go running off at the mouth and you wanted to tell me something.”

“Another time George,” Solo glanced at his wristwatch.

He whispered to Illya as they walked away. “Maybe George was a poor choice.”

“As are your lines,” Illya snickered.

Wednesday rolls around every week...

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And so does A Little Drabble Do Ya!

Everyman Will Do (excerpt) - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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My response to colonial_teapot's prompt this week ran a little long – it's a quadruple drabble, of all things – so I'm just posting a (somewhat ironic) 94-word excerpt. The whole piece is at AO3.

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Illya gestured to the bronze bas-relief of the Battle of Trafalgar that adorned the south side of the column's plinth. “Do you know why history remembers the phrase as 'England expects that every man will do his duty'?”

“No, why?”

“Nelson was going to say confides until someone told him expects was in the codebook.” Illya smiled. “It could be communicated in one hoist of the flags instead of eight, shortening the whole message by more than a third.”

“What's the moral of this story?”

“Even a great man can miss a good idea.”

A Necessary Carnage - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Oct 12th

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The targets fell under the onslaught of bullets. They hit the floor in silence; their forms peppered with many holes. The gunman grunted in frustration at being forced to pause through lack of ammunition. In a matter of seconds, he was once again ready to bring carnage and destruction, and did so with alacrity.

“Do you feel better now?” Illya asked, as he watched a fresh set of targets being set up.

“Getting there,” Napoleon replied tersely, reloading his weapon yet again. “I hate it when an assignment goes wrong.”

With that, another row of cardboard people met their end.

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A Round of Deuces (A Little Double Drabble Do Ya 10/12)

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This was the result of a drabble switch with Anamary Armygram.

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Queens


When the car picked him up at LaGuardia, he noticed the driver’s cuticles first. They were ragged and inflamed--a few even looked like they had bled earlier.

He said nothing. He knew that over the past couple of days, there was a good chance that his partner had been forced to directly deal with particular chemicals sans gloves, which would certainly have taken its toll on immaculate hands.

But when, while stopped at a red light, he observed the man taking a furtive nibble at the nail on his left forefinger, Illya knew this was not Napoleon Solo.

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Just Outside the City


“Dinner, Tovarisch?” Napoleon asked absently, gently steering the car through a curve.

“No thank you, my friend.”

After he had successfully--albeit barely--avoided running off the road in response to that, Napoleon surveyed his options before finally deciding that there was only one way to respond.

“You’re right. Let’s wait a bit. How about we have a soufflé at your place when we get back?”

“Certainly, my friend.”

The blond’s smile as he answered was not quite sadistic enough, and Napoleon gave an inner grimace. Alas, it appeared this mission was not over quite yet.