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This is from the Section VII Spring Round Robin of 2019.  
We started with a prompt from JantoJones,
and the rest is quite a romp, UNCLE style.
The You Don't Have A Partner Affair 





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I've started something with my drabble story in the V Is For Venom challenge.  For those who aren't familiar with drabbles, they are 100 words of storytelling.  It's challenging, but you can say quite a lot in that space of words.
Take a look at where I am in this little Drabble Story, and join in by leaving a comment.
A Is For A Whole Lot Of Trouble Part 1  Part 2

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You can join the conversation on our Facebook page as well.
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Wednesdays on Section VII have always been about drabbles, and the comm is still a Drabble hub. Write something and post it with the tag 'a little Drabble do ya'.

We also want to see photos from your favorite episodes. A terrific photo resource is Lisa's Framecape Library  Tell us why you love the episode when you post your photos.

Usually this time of year we've been getting ready for our Christmas Round Robin.  We've had some great stories come out of these writing events, and if anyone is willing to give it a go, I'd be happy to put it on our calendar.  It's about time we tried to get back to the business of writing.  Let me know in the comments if you're interested.
And here's a little bonus, take a look at the 2018 entry, The Claus Affair.

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[identity profile] jkkitty.livejournal.com
Illya waited until Angelique disappeared around the corner before heading toward the room.  Figuring there would be a monitor in Napoleon’s room as there was in his, he opened the door only a crack.  A man was sitting facing the other way so Illya finished opening the door quickly heading for the operator.

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[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com

Alexander Waverly paced his conference room, which was very much out of character for him.


It was enough for his assistant, Lisa Rogers, to take notice and as she brought in a tray with her boss’s afternoon tea, she finally said something. It wasn’t often she’d found him this distracted.


Alexander Waverly was always the epitome of cool and collected...well, apparently not today.


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[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
Welcome to the opening chapter of the Spring Round Robin.

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I've called it - The 'You Don't Have a Partner' Affair. You'll see why when you read the first chapter

You will find the chapter below and, hopefully, it will inspire you enough to want to join in. There is plenty of scope for this story to go in absolutely any direction and, with the talent we have on offer in Section VII, I'm sure we can write something special.

So, if it appeals to you, please join in. [livejournal.com profile] glennagirl will be letting you know how to sign up, and any other information.


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Chapter 1 )
[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
the round robin from UNCLE.jpgThis Spring Round Robin has become an annual affair (no pun intended), sister to our Christmas Round Robin.  We've had some excellent stories told by some of our exceptional writers here in the MFU Community.  Now it's time for the 2019 Spring Round Robin, and the opening chapter is from [livejournal.com profile] jantojones  It will give you plenty of ideas as well as a dose of foreboding when you read it.
Find the prompt HERE and then sign up with a comment on this page.  We'll update this regularly and shoot for an opening date of May 6, one week from today. The end date for the final chapter is up to you, so sign up now and let's find out what's going on with the You Don't Have A Partner Affair.
[livejournal.com profile] section7mfu is a Gen Writing Site, but we welcome writers from all genres who would like to join this event.  The guidelines for this Round Robin challenge remain consistent with Section VII's mission to represent the canon of the original television show while creating new adventures for the characters. Stories should remain suitable for all readers, gen in content and in the spirit of the decade of the 60's.
Enjoy the opening chapter, sign up and let's have ourselves a great Spring Round Robin.
[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
Summary: It's All Hallow's Eve and Napoleon is in charge of headquarters tonight. He's up to some mischief at first but then strange things begin to happen.

This is a Round-Robin posted for a Halloween challenge a few years ago.

Click on the pic to take you to AO3:


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Illya hated to leave Napoleon again but it was necessary for he and April escort the Old Man back into headquarters. Angelique, much to Illya’s distaste was brought along as well.


There were things to do and damage to survey.


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Waverly looked to Angelique, “Mlle. Le Chien is right. Someone will have to go into headquarters wearing those hearing aids and hopefully be able to make their way down to the labs where the device is and put it out of commission.”


“Mister Waverly sir,” George spoke up.” I volunteer. It’s not like I get to do anything out in the field and at least I can help with this.”


“Very well Mister Dennell.”


“But sir, I think I would be better equipped to disassemble the device and render it harmless,” Illya protested.


“Like you did with this one Mister Kuryakin?” He pointed to the broken pieces still on the floor. The Old Man’s retort hit home, and Illya backed off. He was embarrassed at the primitive method he’d chosen to disable it, still it was done as a last resort.


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Due to LJ's posting limits I'm forced to post the Round Robin conclusion in 3 parts.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Kuryakin, shielded by the hearing aid, stepped out to a sea of UNCLE agents most of who were laying on the lobby floor snoring rather loudly.

Heading towards the exit was none other than Reuter and he was carrying a small black case tucked under his arm.

Illya though fast on his feet wouldn’t be able to catch up with the man before he escaped out the hotel door, and being out of sleep darts left him with only one choice.

It was to shoot him, and Illya did just that; aiming low, he hit Reuter in the right buttock. That way he was sure to be stopped, but at the same time the wound would not put  his life in serious peril.

As soon as he went down, Illya was able to get to him in time, and sitting on top of the moaning man, he pulled the black box from him

Reuter struggled but ceased as Illya put him in place with a warning.

“Move again and this time I will shoot you in the balls.”

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“I once knew a girl in Vienna with black eyes,” Illya said dreamily. Craning his neck, he slanted his gaze back at Reuter. “Do you perhaps have a sister?”

With a further twist of Illya’s arm, Reuter propelled him across the empty corridor until he struck the opposite wall. “I did once. Your partner destroyed her,” he hissed, his mouth close to the agent’s ear. “And now I will destroy everything of importance to the great Napoleon Solo, starting with you.”
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The crunch and crackle of the broken glass was barely a whisper as the men grappled, their bodies rolling on the littered floor, the harsh breathing a sharp contrast to the pops and scratch of the glittering shards.

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Bending the Truth, Chapter 6 )
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I apologize for the delay (I'm writing this on my tablet) plus the fact that it's unbeta'ed. The video at the beginning is to show the physics when an object hits a mirror in slow motion.
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The next writer [livejournal.com profile] sidhe_uaine42 has had some difficulty trying to get her chapter posted.  Just hang in there and it will soon appear.
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Chapter 1 by mrua7
Chapter 2 by leethet
Chapter 3 by glennagirl
Chapter 4 by alynwa

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Angelique sighed as she looked out of her hotel window.  The glittering New York skyline did nothing to alleviate her sour mood.  She was in trouble.  Her attempts to garner information from her companion Gustav Reuter has been about as successful as getting that grim Russian Kuryakin to like her, not that she had any desire to have that horrible little man like her.  Reuter insisted that ending U.N.C.L.E. was his professional goal but the destruction of her Napoleon was his personal goal.  He seemed more intent on his personal goal, a fact that quite frankly did not set well with her.

Angelique had not lasted this long in THRUSH without taking calculated risks and she was sure that the idea she was formulating would be one of the more dangerous ones she had contemplated to date.  Listening at the door connecting her suite to Rueter's she could hear the sound of the shower.  Hoping Rueter was occupied she grabbed her fur coat and quickly left her room and took the stairs down to the lobby.

As her taxi pulled up to the Del Floria's entrance to U.N.C.L.E. headquarters Angelique noticed two things, one there was an unexpected closed sign on the shop and two she saw Agent Dancer standing in a corner phone booth talking into her communicator.   Dancer exited the phone booth and hailed a cab rather than enter through the agent's entrance.  Something was obviously not right. Angelique decided she would follow the young agent.

April noticed the taxi that had stopped near De Floria's pulled out into traffic and follow hers.  A few blocks later she handed the driver her fare, "Darling, be a love and make a quick right and just slow down then continue on to where ever you want to go."

"Sure lady, it's your money!"  The cab took a sharp right and April jumped out and quickly slid between two parked cars, crouching down waiting for the cab that was tailing her.  The cab pulled around the corner and April, special in hand, ran out.  Grabbing the taxi door she yanked it open and threw herself inside right on top of Angelique.

April pushed Angelique hard, shoving her special into the THRUSH agents side.

Angelique pulled away and straightened her dress, and coat.  "Not the most elegant of entrances dear, but well done!".

"Why are you following me?  Do you have something to do with all this?"  April could only think of Mark and what might be happening to him.

Angelique raised her hands and smiled.  "Yes and no to your second question, as to the first question I have come to offer my services."

"I bet you just did!"  April scoffed.

"So untrusting, and at such a young age.  Just give Napoleon a call and tell him I didn't know anything about the phone, but I have some information on who does, and I want to help".

Keeping her special on Angelique, April pulled her communicator out with her left hand to make her call.
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At the Hartford field station Napoleon and Illya waited at the entrance for April and her surprise companion.  Illya was not happy, whenever Angelique was involved his partner seemed to lose what common sense he had and trouble soon followed.  The trouble that followed usually meant he would get shot, hung up or tortured.  Napoleon was pacing, fidgeting and seemed as unnerved as a bridegroom waiting for his intended.  Illya grimaced at that mental picture.  "Napoleon, please relax, stop pacing!" he growled.

"At lease I don't look like I ate a lemon!"

"Eating a truckload of lemons would be preferable to dealing with that woman."

"Illya....

The door swung open and Angelique entered with April and her special close behind.

Angelique smiled.  Wrapping her arms around Napoleon's neck she greeted him with a passionate kiss.  "Hello Napoleon, I've come to offer my services to you and U.N.C.L.E."

Napoleon held her at arms length.  "Angelique my love, you have a lot of explaining to do!"  Illya glared at them both and snorted "Really Napoleon, she has "explaining" to do?"  Rolling his eyes Illya pointed down a hallway "Miss La Chien we have an interrogation room waiting for you."

"But of course."  Linking her arm through Napoleon's she headed in the direction indicated, Illya and April close behind.

Later that evening the three agents sat in a conference room finalizing a plan.  "Ok" Napoleon said "We know that THRUSH had Angeliqe return a stolen U.N.C.L.E. prototype that had been tampered with.   The phone when examined was triggered to emit some sort of electronic wave that had put everyone within it's range to sleep or changed their normal behavior"

Illya continued "We know it has limited range but we can't get to the device to disable it in any way.  Plus we don't know if it CAN be disabled".

"The THRUSH mastermind behind this is someone named Gustav Reuter who seems to have a personal grudge against me." Napoleon added.

"Do you recognize his name or the description Angelique provided?" April asked.

"Not at all."  Napoleon looked at the other two agents.  "Reuter is the only one who knows what the beam is, and it only makes sense that he'd have a way to get past it."

Illya shook his head "I don't like it, there has to be another way."

"There may be partner but we really don't have a lot of time to try and figure it out.  I trust the two of you to cover me.  I'll have Angelique turn me over to Reuter and we'll take it from there."

"What if you get the only THRUSH who doesn't want to brag and explain his master plan boss."  April asked "What if he just kills you?"

"Well, then it's up to you and Illya."

"Not good enough my friend.  Plus I don't trust that woman, how do we know she'll do what she says she will?"

"Do you have a better idea Illya?"
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Illya and April waited with Napoleon as the Hartford medic inserted a small tracking device under his skin.  "April and I will be monitoring you from the street, outside the hotel." Illya said.  "We'll be in contact with the strike team we've put together, they will be staged near Headquarters."

"All you have to do is stay alive." April added.  "Angelique indicated that she'll get Reuter to talk about the device."

Illya indicated the tracker,  "When you want us to move in is scratch your neck and press on the tracker.  It will send a signal."

"I guess we are ready then" Napoleon said.  "Let's get Angelique and get going."

The three agents and Angelique left the Hartfort field station.   Illya grabbed Angelique's arm to help her into the van they were taking.  "If Napoleon is injured or dies, I will kill you."  he whispered.  Angelique started to make a flippant remark  but her words failed her as she looked into his cold eyes.  She swallowed and nodded.
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Gustav Reuter was furious.  Angelique La Chien was a dead woman.  He didn't care what support she had at Central.  When he had checked in her adjoining room to discover she was missing he was livid.  His usual cold calm was abandoned as he raged and broke every object he could in her room.  Each object that cracked and shattered was in his mind her face, arms and legs and then Napoleon Solo's face, arms, legs and back.  Finally finished he calmly surveyed his destruction and smiled.  He had discovered long ago that judiciously applied rage helped keep his demons in check.  He just had to be sure to let them out to play once in a while, of course he felt so much better when he applied his rage to people not unfeeling objects.  He heard a key in turn in the lock.

Angelique entered.  She had her hand on the arm of a blindfolded and bound man, her pistol pressed to his back.  Looking at the destruction of what had been her room she raised her eyebrow at Reuter.  "Problems with housekeeping?"

Reuter pointed his own pistol at Angelique.  "I'm giving you ten seconds to convince me why I shouldn't kill you."

Angelique turned and pulled the blindfold off of Napoleon who stood and blinked in the sudden light.

"Solo" Reuter whispered.  He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.
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I'll get to the Archives, but first I want to remind everyone that the Round Robin is in the works with Chapter 4 up today.  You can read the chapters by following the links.
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