The Boo from U.N.C.L.E. Chapter 2

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I love posting on October 13th, the second spookiest day of the month even when it isn't on a Friday! Buwahaha....

I don't know if this is strong enough for a "Gen-Mature", but because of a couple of paragraphs I figured I'd better just be on the safe side and use it....


( I ain't afraid of no ghost )

"The BOO from U.N.C.L.E. Round Robin- Continues!

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We're off  to a great start!

The prompt- by mrua7

Chapter 1- by ssclassof56

Chapter 2- by insaneladybug

The Boo From U.N.C.L.E. - Chapter III - pfrye

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Napoleon looked at his partner, “Well….okay then, any ideas on how to proceed with this?”

“Really?” Illya crossed his arms, a slight shiver running through his body as he stared at the spot where Mr. Ecks had vanished. “I’m a scientist. This isn’t real. It’s a hoax, something someone has engineered to keep us occupied, distracted and afraid while they accomplish whatever it is they are planning.”

“Afraid?”

Of course Napoleon would catch that one word Illya thought, “Of course not, are you?”

“Of course not!” Napoleon scowled, rubbing his bruised arm. “Alright, even if it is a hoax, and Mr. Ecks was an engineered apparition, he did suggest that we dig into our records. The answer has to be there.”

“I agree,” Illya said “I’ll go to our office and start to review our most recent assignments.”

Napoleon nodded, “I’ll organize security sweeps of the building to make sure everyone is safe and no one travels the corridors unless they have a partner. I’ll make sure communications are watching for any unusual activities from our feathered friends in case this is their doing.”

As Illya headed out into the dark corridors Napoleon called “Check in with me every half hour, I don’t like us being separated, especially since I don’t want anyone else to travel alone!”

“I can take care of myself, Napoleon!” Illya grinned.

“Right. Just be careful partner!”

As Illya slowly limped his way along the darkened corridors he found the unnatural quiet oppressive. The normal hum of fluorescent lights, the swoosh of doors and muted conversations were missing. He hadn’t realized how noisy the halls of U.N.C.L.E. HQ were until now. He fought the urge to keep from looking over his shoulder. “I will not fall prey to All Hallows Eve nonsense.” he muttered.

Turning on his flashlight he entered the stairwell and started his slow climb. Two floors up he thought, sprained ankle, headache and no pumpkin pie. He should have stopped at the commissary and gotten something to eat.

“One more floor Comrade” he sighed. “Great, now I am talking to myself.” His headache seemed to be getting worse with each step he climbed. Illya stopped as he heard a loud rushing as if something large and deadly was streaking down the stairwell towards him. He grabbed his special and braced himself for whatever was heading towards him. A dark looming shadow enveloped him and slammed him against the wall, forcing Illya to drop to the floor gasping for breath, his special falling from his numb hands clattering and falling down the stairs. Pain brought unwanted tears to his eyes as he tried to struggle to his feet. There in front of him a white mist swirled, faded and then became more solid. Looking up he found himself looking at a face he saw only in his nightmares, his own! “Nexor!” Illya cried as the pain from his headache became unbearable and darkness took him.

Napoleon opened his communicator, “Illya? It’s been forty minutes tovarich. Where are you partner?”