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section7mfunote: this half drabble is the inspriation for the sequel to the "Un-happy New Year Affair" (a story told in short chapters) It's an AU WIP and will hopefully be completed soon...called 'The Black Jade Affair"
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7885461/1/The-Unhappy-New-Year-Affair
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Prompted by: You, Andrew Marvell~Archibald MacLeish
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And ever climbing shadow grow
They walked into the poorly lit building, both men on edge
not knowing what they’d find.
The the occupants were gone, members of the Black Jade gang, but
it was their leader, Chang Kuanghao they wanted.
Napoleon searched upstairs, rifling through paperwork... something the international courts could use against the man.
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The mountains over Persia change
Chang Kuanghao had expanded his business from drugs to human trafficking and needed to be stopped. He was feared in Chinatown, but his partners, the Russian mob made him formidable. *
Illya had killed the man’s sister, and were Kuryakin’s identity ever found out by Chang, the Russian was as good as dead.*
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Few travelers in the westward pass
It has been a long journey for the agents, as they tried to track Chang down and this place, they were sure they’d finally had him cornered.
Chang eluded them again, it was as if he knew they were coming. That could only mean one thing...a mole inside U.N.C.L.E... but who?
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Of evening widen and steal on
They continued their search of Chang’s hideaway, with Illya walking slowly down to the basement. The only sound were his barely perceptible footsteps on the stairs. There was an odd odor, one that was familiar and reached back into memories he’d long suppressed as a child. The scent of death.
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High through the clouds and overblown
The floor felt wet beneath his feet, almost slick and he crept along the walls, touching his hand to them to keep from slipping in the darkness. His fingers finally found a light switch, and he opened it...
Gasping at the sight...gagging, he vomited. This was something he could not have expected.
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The sails above the shadowy hulls
He ran up the stairs as he broke into a sweat. Shaking, he ran straight into his partner.
Napoleon grabbed Illya by the arms. “Are you all right, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost.
Illya slowed his breathing, still shaking from the sight. “Many ghosts. “They are dead...all dead.”
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The low pale light across that land
Napoleon walked down the stairs with trepidation, dreading to look upon what had shaken his partner up so badly. Illya joined him on the steps.
“Are you sure you’re okay pal?”
“I have to be, this is something we must do together. Prepare yourself for a gruesome shock moy drug.”
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The shadow of the night comes on.
Napoleon too gasped at the sight. The room was filled with dozens of women and young girls. Changs stable had been murdered, left there to die in the darkness.
The agents walked among the dead, eerily lit by a dim light, when they heard it.
A soft moan...someone was alive.
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Date: 2013-11-27 02:54 pm (UTC)Love this amazing universe!
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Date: 2013-11-27 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-27 06:54 pm (UTC)I also agree that the Unhappy New Year Affair-verse is a good AU.
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Date: 2013-11-27 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-28 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-28 12:38 pm (UTC)Newsletter for Saturday November 30
Date: 2013-12-01 02:04 am (UTC)Re: Newsletter for Saturday November 30
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