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Title: Dorje Drak
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
Written for Scrapbook's Halloween Challenge 2013

 


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Dorje Drak

November, 1967.

The sun slipped behind white-capped Chomolungma, highest of the Himalayas, Goddess Mother of the World, casting the frozen landscape into shadow. A few flakes of snow had begun to fall, swirling and tumbling in the bitter wind. In the distance, Illya could see vultures circling over the ravine where he and Napoleon had stood a few hours earlier, the ravine where Chow Fat and his team of THRUSH assassins now lay dead.

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Title: Pandora's Box
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
written for Scrapbook's Halloween Challenge 2013

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Pandora's Box

October 22, 1962.

The UNCLE Commissary was crowded – unusually so, considering the lateness of the hour. People huddled together at the tables, drinking endless cups of coffee and whispering in hushed tones about the Soviet missiles discovered in Cuba, and the likelihood of war if Khruschev refused to back down.

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Title: Collected Works
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
Written for Scrapbook's Halloween Challenge 2013




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Collected Works

Illya gazed up at the imposing facade of the manor, its Gothic turrets framed against a storm-drenched sky. Lightning flashed, illuminating the crumbling stones for an instant; the torches flickered in their sconces.

You would think the owners of this grand mansion could afford proper electric lights,” he observed with some annoyance.

Offends your sensibility, does it?” Napoleon chuckled. “Personally, I think torchlight gives the place a homey touch. Chez Frankenstein.”

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Genre: Gen
(Posted in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part 2 To read Part 1,  GO HERE)






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Gehenna

(Part 2)

Once again, he seemed better in the morning, although his cheeks were flushed and he looked rather glassy-eyed. Napoleon seemed to possess an unnatural store of energy, practically bounding across Regents' Park, as though he couldn't wait to get to work.

“Why the hurry?” Illya called after him. “We are not due at Lilù until nine.”

“Time and tide, tovarisch. Time and tide.”

Illya fell back, his mind occupied with the residue he had discovered on the collar of Napoleon's discarded shirt that morning -- two perfect circles of dried blood. He had seen such a mark once before, as a young child wandering in the company of the Gypsies.

Strigoi.

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Genre: Gen
(Published in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part 1. Part 2 follows.)






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Gehenna

(Part 1)

“This is ridiculous,” Illya whispered furiously as they sat in the outer offices of the House of Lilù, portfolios in hand. “We are enforcement agents, not fashion models.”

“We are whoever UNCLE says we are, tovarisch,” Napoleon whispered back. “HQ suspects that THRUSH is somehow using this fashion house as a conduit for disseminating classified information here in London. It's up to us to find out how they're doing it.”

“As male models?” Illya rolled his eyes. “Why couldn't they send us undercover as buyers? Or tailors? I would rather sew a garment than prance in it.”

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Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen-ish
For Sparky, who wanted a funny story based on this clever cartoon.




ANOTHER FINE MESS



Another Fine Mess

      Napoleon woke.

     They were in a stone cavern, chained back to back on some sort of platform suspended over water. The chains were wrapped around them so tightly as to make any but the smallest movement impossible. Long, dark shapes lurked, half-submerged, in the water below, watching their prey with cruel fascination.

     Crocodiles, Napoleon thought to himself. Well isn't that just dandy?

     

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