The Harrowing Escape Affair

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This was a picfic prompt dating all the way back to April  22, 2013. I started the story and then it sat on my hard drive all this time collecting digital dust for 7 years. I finally finished it. It started out to bd a Halloween type story but it had other ideas.

The Harrowing Escape Affair

Rain pelted against the cracked windshield with such ferocity the car’s wipers could not keep up with the sheer volume of water.  Gusts of wind buffeted the small car threatening to blow it off  the road. Between the rain squalls, the driver cast a wary glance skyward, not liking the low yellowish green and black clouds which hovered over the road ahead of him.

UNCLE agent Illya Kuryakin pulled the  beat-up green Volkswagen Beetle over to the shoulder of the  graveled  road. As he pulled up on the handbrake he glanced over to the passenger seat where his partner sat slumped against the window half-asleep. Shadows played across his friend’s face as low clouds scudded across the mid afternoon sky, making the dark shadows under the man’s eyes appear more pronounced. Turning off the windshield wipers to quiet the slap, slap of the blades, he tried contacting the nearest UNCLE regional office with his communicator. No luck. He assumed the atmospheric conditions were playing havoc with the radio transmission. Illya spoke softly to his partner.

“Napoleon."  No response. Illya spoke louder, “Napoleon! Wake up!”

Napoleon Solo opened his eyes and struggled to sit up as he realized they were no longer moving.

“Illya?  What’s up?” He rubbed at his eyes while his other hand grabbed at the gun shot wound in his lower left back

“We have to find a place to stop. Judging by the look of those clouds ahead, I think we may be heading into tornadic weather or, at the very least, a hail storm. I, for one, have no desire to experience one of your country’s infamous prairie storms."

His last statement was punctuated with a simultaneous strike of lightning and crash of thunder.

"Do you think they're close behi...?  Ahhh!  Shit!" Napoleon clenched his teeth as his back spasmed from

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Short Affair PROMPTS for January 20th

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Our boys need their adventures, and that's where we come in :-)

You'll find the prompts for January 20th down below the cut. For stories due today, simply follow this link.

https://section7mfu.livejournal.com/2715810.html

Don't forget, you can now chose to use one of the prompt words, or to use both in your story (not forgetting the colour element), remembering to state which combination of prompts you are using.

Remember, Section VII is a Gen site, but stories which are Het, Long-term Romance or AU can be posted in mfu_map_room.

You can post directly to Section VII or, if you wish, you can post your story elsewhere and provide a link. Please say where the link leads as a lot of people are unwilling to go to certain sites. Don't forget, Section VII and the Map Room are both available on Dreamwidth, for those of you who can figure it out (Just let us know if you posted there).

Have fun.

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"In the nick of time" for the Short Affair Challenge due 1/6/20

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word 1 - Sustain

-Prompt Word 2 – Parade

-Prompt Colour – White

Author: mrua7

Title: “In the nick of time”

Word count: Approx 785

It was hard for Solo to watch as a half-dozen prisoners dressed in tattered clothing were forced to parade in front of him. Among them was his partner who looked as white as a ghost and seemingly malnourished.

He was sure the Russian was being barely fed enough to sustain him, given Illya had a high metabolic rate made a minimum of food made it even more difficult for him.

The other prisoners were members of MI6, DGSE, and the CIA, so along with Kuryakin, THRUSH was digging for something; what that was, no one quite knew.

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Word of the Day

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MONDAY, JANUARY 13

Just a note to say how much I love this word and what it represents regarding American spunk. Naysayers are invited to take their complaints and ... 

Absquatulate

[ab-SKWACH-ə-late]Part of speech: verb

Origin: american english, 1830s

• To flee
• To take off with somebody or something

Examples of Absquatulate in a sentence

• When the back porch light turned on, the sneaky raccoons absquatulated.
• Keep an eye out on the train for pickpockets trying to absquatulate with your wallet.

About Absquatulate

This verb is a pure Americanism. The slang term was created in the 1800s as a combination of "abscond," "squat," and "perambulate." When you break it down, you'll see that someone is picking up and running away quickly with their loot.

I Love This!

Many English words are inspired by Latin, but Americans also love to make up their own concoctions. A trend in the 1800s involving creating classical-sounding words inspired "absquatulate," but also the verbs "bloviate" (to speak long-windedly and pompously) and "discombobulate" (to confuse).

Into The Blue - Short Affair

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Prompts: Correction, Silver

Word Count: 1140

I admit it, I went over.  I hope you think it's worth it ;)

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“I beg your pardon.” The icy blue stare did not beg pardon, rather it demanded an explanation.

“I, umm… well, you see…” The poor young woman was attempting to pacify a very unsympathetic passenger in the first class section of this flight.  He was good looking, but she dared not think he thought the same of her.  He appeared to be a very hard man to please, and she had no wish to find herself answering to him or any complaints he might make regarding her ability to do her job.

“That is not a sufficient explanation, certainly not a correction.  I asked for a martini, this is …’ He handed the glass back to her, his fingertips holding the stem as though it were contaminated.

“I do not profess to know what this is, exactly.  Apparently you are not trained as a proper bartender, it will be noted in my report to the airline.” She practically sucked in a breath of air, much to her humiliation, as he rolled his eyes in dismay or disgust.

“It is not your fault, fraulein. The company for which you work has not done its job, I will also make note of that.”  She expelled the air she was holding, her heart still beating so fast she sincerely thought she might faint.  What on earth had made her think being a stewardess would be a lark?

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"Tempermental Artists" (Short Affair Challenge 1/13)

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Short Affair 1/13
Prompt: Correction
Color: Silver

Title: "Tempermental Artists"
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: ~450
Summary: In which Napoleon and Illya find themselves with another along with them on their mission.

Possibly the start of something larger. This was inspired after I'd read that the actor who played George in "Waverly Ring" won a Tony Award for his performance in a musical.

Available at my DreamWidth.

Blue Skies Maybe... ?

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Letting ourselves drown in the blue of Illya's eyes is an activity a lot of us enjoy.  I must have been dreaming of a swim when I wrote this one, and it's over in the Map Room, a little piece from a while back.  It's a dreamy little escape...

Deep Waters