[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
779576_300.jpgIf you haven't read the entire work or just want to sit down and see it all in one place, you can now go to AO3 for the Spring Round Robin.  The heading says Section VII (girlintheglen), I couldn't figure out how to drop my name.
Each chapter lists the writer's name, and it's nice to have it in an easier to read format than searching for the chapters here on LJ.
The You Don't Have A Partner Affair

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[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
Glenna is having LJ issues, so she asked me to post this for her. It wraps up this year's spring Round Robin.



Napoleon Solo knew the rules, he understood the parameters in which he was supposed to operate.  He also suspected that Angelique was nowhere in Headquarters, but rather off in some special facility where her wounds could be tended to and an interrogation facilitated by someone less friendly than himself.

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[identity profile] ssclassof56.livejournal.com
Waverly pressed a button on his console and spoke into the microphone. “Has the information from our counterpart agencies been fed into the computer?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What about the hysterical ramblings of that desk clerk?”

He fixed a pointed gaze on Slate and Dancer, who developed an immediate fascination with the light fixtures.
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[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com

Coming face to face with the enemy, especially the likes of Angelique La Chien, was the last thing Kuryakin wanted to deal with at the moment.  He was under a time constraint, having set things to detonate in order to blow up the facility, as well as having to deal with Napoleon not quite being up to speed. He truly had no idea when things would actually go 'boom.' He wasn't familiar with the systems running here and he only hoped the feedback loop he thought he created would eventually cause an explosion which would inturn set fire to the place.



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[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

Napoleon, like Illya, has the ability to separate his mind from what his body is feeling; every UNCLE agent does. In the Survival School class that taught them how to do it, the instructor had advised that each man visualize something that would help him achieve that goal. For Napoleon, he imagined a room in his mind, a room he could enter with a solid door with double – sided windows from which he could look out. It was there that he put himself now; closing the door securely behind him, he turned and looked out the window.

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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com


In 1965, the world began its journey into a fantastic new era of computer generated vistas when Ivan Sutherland, an American computer scientist and Harvard associate professor, wrote a paper titled Augmented Reality: The Ultimate Display. It was the beginning of what we know today as Virtual Reality.

………………………

Napoleon cavorted under the sheets with his blonde wife, a distraction he often indulged while his partner continued to take care of world saving business. Today was no exception, or so it seemed.

While Solo struggled with the nagging suspicions that things weren’t quite right, Illya was proactively resisting the mind bending environment into which he had been involuntarily thrust.

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[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
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Blond hair danced across his brow as he shook his head vehemently. “No, we should not. A partner is a liability I categorically refuse to take on.”

“You still prefer to fly solo, eh?”

Illya frowned in annoyance at the phrase. “Yes, sir. I work better alone.”


“Never-the-less my boy, I believe you would benefit from a partner,” Waverly insisted, “With us so close to reaching our victory over THRUSH, your workload has trebled, and I wouldn’t want you to burn out before you can reap the rewards.”

Illya’s frown deepened. Something felt off, but every time the reason floated near to his consciousness, it skittered away as he tried to grab it.

“Do you have someone in mind, Sir?” he asked, barely keeping the frustration from his voice.

“Indeed I do,” the Old Man replied. “Come to my office in half an hour and I’ll introduce you.”

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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
779576_300.jpgTomorrow we have the first entry in our second round of The You Don't Have A Partner Affair, the Spring Round Robin.
We're going to stay with our original order of writers, so as a reminder to everyone, you can see it below.  For anyone still interested but who hasn't signed up, it's not too late to join us for this event.

Please try to not be longer than two days posting your chapter, and as a courtesy to everyone, please message the next writer when you post.
jantojones
glennagirl
alynwa
jkkitty
mrua7
sidhe_uaine42
ssclassof56
[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
We've been waiting for the next chapter in our Spring Round Robin, and it's coming up on Monday, June 3.  The first round has left us with a humdinger of a cliffhanger, so you won't want to miss the next chapter.  You can access the entire first round by clicking on the link above, or our friendly little Robin.
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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
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The last chapter in this first round, written by [livejournal.com profile] ssclassof56 , has set up a cliffhanger that leaves us all wanting more.  If you're just now reading this fab Round Robin, you're in for a treat.  You're also going to need to put on your waiting cap, because we're going to take a break and regroup the first of June.  That would be June 3, with another chapter from
[livejournal.com profile] jantojones.
The opportunity to participate is still open, and we're inviting writers who would like to join in for this upcoming Part 2 of our Spring Round Robin.  It's a brand new game, so read it and get ready for more in June.  We'll keep you posted with reminders.

The You Don't Have A Partner Affair


chapter 1 by jantojones
chapter 2 by glennagirl
chapter 3 by alynwa
chapter 4 by jkkitty
chapter 5 by mrua7
chapter 6 by sidhe_uaine42
chapter 7 by ssclassof56

[identity profile] ssclassof56.livejournal.com
Lisa Rogers buzzed in to her chief. After a few seconds’ delay, she received Waverly’s distracted response. “Yes.”

“Sir, Director MacDonald of Intelligence and Counter Espionage is on a secure line. He says it’s urgent.”

Papers shuffled. “Oh, all right. Put him through.”
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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
I do realize that some of you in other parts of the world have already had a Tuesday Morning, so to you... Good Afternoon or Good Evening.
I want to remind everyone of some things still going on and open for participation.
A few days ago I opened up a thread for an Impromptu Challenge, based on a photo of DMc/Illya, originally posted by jantojones. You can find the prompt HERE
We started a conversation about the idea of Unconscious Plagiarism, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] threecee It's an interesting topic that has probably occurred to most writers, perhaps been noticed by all of us who read.  The post is HERE

And we cannot forget that the Spring Round Robin is ongoing.  If you've missed it or need to catch up, here's the story so far:

chapter 1 by jantojones
chapter 2 by glennagirl
chapter 3 by alynwa
chapter 4 by jkkitty
chapter 5 by mrua7
chapter 6 by sidhe_uaine42
[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
The next chapter will post on Monday so that the Writers and Readers Choice stories being posted this weekend can have the  spotlight.  If you haven't been reading the You Don't Have A Partner Affair, now's your chance to catch up before the next chapter goes live.

chapter 1 by jantojones
chapter 2 by glennagirl
chapter 3 by alynwa
chapter 4 by jkkitty
chapter 5 by mrua7

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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] jkkitty.livejournal.com
Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Napoleon watched the car slide before him.   “Mr. Solo, I’m agent Smith, and this is Agent Hope from Section 3.   Mr. Waverly asked us to pick you up and bring you in.”

“Hi guys. Are we picking up Kuryakin also?” Napoleon asked climbing in the back of the car.  

“Sorry sir, but who is Kuryakin?”  The driver, Smith, asked.

“My partner,” Napoleon knew where this was going but felt he needed to see how far this sham went.

“I don’t know anything about picking up Kuryakin.  We were told just to pick you up.” Hope informed him.

“I see.  How come the early pickup?  I was scheduled to come in later today.”

“You know what the old man is like.   When he makes up his mind, you just jump when he says jump. Probably afraid you’ll pad your expense account.  So how did your mission go sir?” Smith laughed.

“As always, a little sneaking, a little running, and a big blast from my partner. At least this time my suit doesn’t have to be replaced.”

“I’m sure it’s never a problem to get a replacement suit as you are risking your life, sir,” Hope said.
“Did you get what you went after?”


“You know that’s an inappropriate question, Hope.”  Napoleon chided him.

“Sorry, sir.   But you know us Section 3 agents look forward to the stories of your adventures.”

“Just keep the questions acceptable from now on,” Napoleon turned to the window in silence.  
A little later he said, “Isn’t this the wrong way?”

“Mr. Waverly said to bring you in the backway sir, so this is a shortcut to the back of the building,”  Hope assured him.

“Pull over.  I don’t like this.  I’m going to check in with Waverly to see what’s going on.” Napoleon ordered.

Trying to open the door he found the lock engaged.  A moment later a divider window raised as gas began to fill the back of the car.   Napoleon was able to get his small breathing device in before becoming overcome by the gas.


Illya nodded to the two men in the sedan.   “Do you have orders to pick up Agent Solo also?”

“Mr. Solo, sir?”  Thomas asked.

“My partner.   You know the Casanova of UNCLE, the CEA.”

“Sorry sir, I’ve never met a Solo.  Please get in so we can get you back to headquarters as quickly as possible.  Mr. Waverly is waiting for you,” Robinson requested pushing the back door open.

As Illya climbed in, “How long have you been at New York’s headquarters?

“Thomas and I were assigned there about a year ago.  Did you have a hard time completing your assignment sir?” Robinson asked.


Instead of answering Illya  closed his eyes. A few minutes later Illya opened them again, “I hope that I am not going to have to still put up with the aftermath of Slate’s joke.”

“Sir?”

“The explosion of the gunk he created before I left. Even my office reeked of it. Surely you smelt it.  The whole of headquarters was overwhelmed with it.” Illya complained.

“We were lucky sir, and out on a run.  Missed the whole thing.”  Robinson said.

“It must have been a long run as I was there four days before going out on assignment and it was still reeking.” Illya tested to prove that this wasn’t his imagination but someone after him, Napoleon, or both of them.

“We had a three-day weekend, then a number of runs in a row.   Guess we lucked out sir,” Thomas smiled.

That was the final proof that he needed.   He hadn’t imagined that something was wrong. He knew it.  Mark had been in England all week and not due back for another one.   Reaching for his gun, the separation window began to rise as gas began to fill the back of the car.  Illya had expected something like this and was able to get his small breathing device in before becoming overcome by the gas.
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3
Napoleon sat on his bed and reviewed his conversations with “Mr. Waverly.”  He told me in our first conversation that I could stay for twenty – four hours to sort things out, but now he’s told me to be ready in an hour.  What’s changed?  He gazed out the window and mouthed a silent curse because he hadn’t looked outside last night so he had no way of knowing if the scenery was the same.  Obviously, I was drugged somehow and I assume Illya was, too.  One of us has been moved or maybe both of us.

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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
If you're just catching up, you can find a link to the first chapter as well as the second chapter that was posted yesterday.
[livejournal.com profile] alynwa will be around soon to post chapter 3, so better get to reading so you'll be ready for that.
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Don't forget that today is Wednesday, and that means A Little Drabble Do Ya.  Tell us your story in one hundred words!
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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
The You Don't Have A Partner Affair - Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

The initial shock of his conversation with Waverly settled into a fierce determination to solve the mystery of his missing partner and why his boss was feigning ignorance of his existence.  Napoleon had to retrace their steps, examine the room and …

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