Author's Note: This chapter contains some violence and rough language - THRUSH minions are such potty mouths.

To start at the beginning of the story go to:   http://pactnmmt.livejournal.com/10718.html

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Author’s note: this chapter has some rough language

The long shadows of the late afternoon rapidly merged as one as the sun dipped behind the mountains and the evening light succumbed to darkness. Illya checked his chronometer. 16:40. He decided to wait another half hour before beginning his approach on the cabin. Meanwhile, he used the time to ( Read more... )

Author’s Note:  This chapter contains some gruesome imagery.

God, I’m cold! Napoleon threw another thick branch onto the fire. He had kept himself awake most of the long night by singing songs, recounting stories of his childhood aloud even though there was no one to hear them, and listing all the women he had dated since being released from the ( Read more... )

Chapter 7

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La Bailadora del Viento Affair - Part 2

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Summary:

Vacations can be very dangerous for U.N.C.L.E. agents.

Notes:

This story was originally posted at LJ to celebrate the 2nd anniversary of weekly picfic challenges.

It has been about 45 years since I sailed with my father (the photograph is of him at that time) on a boat much like the one described in the story. I hope I remembered my ( Read more... )

Author's Note: Some may not think it is realistic to have a character using only a lean-to made of a tarp in subzero weather. It can be done comfortably if the camper has the right equipment (although I think they're nuts!). My photography teacher has done this. He has traveled solo across Yellowstone several times in the dead of winter. If you get ( Read more... )

Illya Kuryakin arrived in Gardiner, Montana, faster than expected in spite of the heavy snow that began to fall as he drove through the twists and turns of an area known as Yankee Jim Canyon ten miles north of Gardiner.


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Exhausted, Napoleon eased himself down onto one of the seat cushions. Bringing his cold stiff fingers to his mouth, he breathed on them for warmth then placed them under his armpits while he contemplated his next step for survival. He needed to start a fire that would not only provide a modicum of warmth, but also melt snow for drinking water, cook ( Read more... )

Numbing cold nudged Napoleon into awareness. The right side of his face was numb with cold and he realized that he was lying on his side in a snow bank, his back pressed hard against a large boulder. The inky black of night was interrupted by the orange glow of the dying fire that left little of the jet’s fuselage recognizable.

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