The ABC Affair Challenge prompt.
Jun. 9th, 2018 10:00 am


A is for...
It was dark, raining, chilly, and both agents were starting a cold – not ideal conditions for a surveillance operation. The window was filthy; they had had to force it open from necessity to see what might or might not be happening below. They were well-enough wrapped, but it was a miserable night.
“I don’t think anyone’s going to come,” said Napoleon thickly through his handkerchief.
A snuffle was all Illya could summon up.
“Challenge you,” said Napoleon, clearing his throat. Illya looked round suspiciously. “How many cities can you think of beginning with A.”
A perilous Rhine journey from Boppard to Bingen

The streets were thronged for Córdoba’s May Corrida. The two UNCLE agents blended in with the crowd, dressed as formally as everyone else had to be in Franco’s Spain – including both tie and jacket, neither of which could be removed, no matter how hot it was. Napoleon, being dark, blended a little more successfully than his partner whose lighter tan and fair, sun-streaked hair would have marked him out very obviously had not both worn hats.
The bullring had only been open a year but was already a huge draw, bigger even than Seville and Ronda. Illya wondered how they were going to find their contact among nearly seventeen thousand people – even in the area closest to the bulls’ entrance.
“A las cinco de la tarde,” said Napoleon. Illya looked at him.
“Lorca’s poem, ’La cogida y la muerte’,” said Napoleon.
