Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

It's been a while since we had this challenge on a regular basis.  

What is the What If? Challenge.  It is a proposition of sorts, the suggestion of a situation in which the duo of Solo and Kuryakin might find themselves, and that you can flesh out and put into a story. The tag for this has a limited amount of stories for some unexplained reason.  This challenge had a pretty good run, so I can't figure out where the stories are.  Don't let that stop you, we're going forward!

The first one will start next week, so you have time to gear up for some writing, and in the meantime don't neglect what's already in place. Click on these to see what the current (or past), prompts are and... you know what's coming... Start Writing!

Song Story

Short Affair

ABC Affair 2020

A Little Drabble Do Ya! Every Wednesday, 100 words.

Challenges are happening this week, and it's never to late to get started on one of them.  The ABC Challenge is back, just use the tag abc affair 2020.

Song Story is in progress, just use the tag to check it out.  Short Story as well, with a new one coming up on Monday.  Again, use the tag short_story.

I'm running late on everything, had a few RL events, one of which had me at the ER for several hours with a relative.  I'm hoping to catch up this weekend.

So, hot weather, virus, boredom, cabin fever... don't let any of it keep you from reading and writing MFU, they're here to save the world after all.

Another glimpse into Illya's past is mixed with intrigue and danger.  This story was a response to Song Story Challenge.

A Living Future Filled The Past

The prompt is What You See Is What You Get by the Dramatics.  These lines got my attention.

Some people are made of plastic

And you know some people are made of wood

Some people have hearts of stone

Some people are up to no good

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Napoleon Solo knew what he was doing, in spite of his partner’s obvious objections… his repeated obvious objections.

Of course Angelique Le Chien was a villainess of extraordinary proportions.  Thinking that made him chuckle to himself, the pun was not intended.  She wasn’t fooling him, or controlling him or manipulating him.  No, he was in charge of … 

“Damn it.” He hadn’t meant to say it aloud.  Illya turned his head slightly, drawled out with his manufactured accent the words he knew would annoy Napoleon.

“Have you reconsidered?”

“No.’ That was too abrupt.

“No Illya, I’m going through with it.  We have history, and every once in a while she even tells the truth.  We need to know for certain what’s going on with this formula, and it’s, uhh…”

Illya looked straight ahead once more, his eyes set on the building where the formula in question and the woman named Angelique, were both located.

“Foolhardy, dangerous, likely to lead to something undesirable? Is that what you were going to say?”  He knew full well that it wasn’t, but sometimes the Russian found it impossible to not editorialize.

Here it is, the middle of the work week and... oh wait, most of us aren't working.

What are you doing during this hiatus?  I'm trying to stay creative, and I really need to do some writing.  We have a Song Story prompt up, the weekly Short Affair and, I think Once Upon A Time is back.  Chime in on your challenges please, I'm probably not completely up to date.

If you're not writing, what are you reading?  Do we need some additional links for stories that haven't been seen in a while?  Let me know, we have archives, the Way Back Machine has stories that go back decades.

Let's check in.