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The Patron Saint of Spies Affair by Gina Martin (K = Suitable for most ages)
Fandom: THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: None
Length: approx 4,400 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Solo Sojourn
Why this must be read: A mission in a picturesque English locale brings to Napoleon's mind images of "Alice in Wonderland". Yet there is nothing truly bucolic here, though indeed perhaps a bit mad, as the guys deal with a nervous informant and the determination of the fingered smuggler to stay out of U.N.C.L.E.'s hands.
The author paints a wonderfully detailed picture, from the seemingly peaceful environmental setting to the particulars of the disguises of the agents, from the jumpy informant to the Bob-Hope-visaged smuggler, from Napoleon's physical struggles with the smuggler's thugs and then the injured agent's pursuit by the smuggler himself to Illya's difficult choice between success of the mission and possibly his friend's life. It's surely at times like this that even the most jaded spy might wish for a little otherworldly help...
The Patron Saint of Spies Affair
Pairing: None
Length: approx 4,400 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Solo Sojourn
Why this must be read: A mission in a picturesque English locale brings to Napoleon's mind images of "Alice in Wonderland". Yet there is nothing truly bucolic here, though indeed perhaps a bit mad, as the guys deal with a nervous informant and the determination of the fingered smuggler to stay out of U.N.C.L.E.'s hands.
The author paints a wonderfully detailed picture, from the seemingly peaceful environmental setting to the particulars of the disguises of the agents, from the jumpy informant to the Bob-Hope-visaged smuggler, from Napoleon's physical struggles with the smuggler's thugs and then the injured agent's pursuit by the smuggler himself to Illya's difficult choice between success of the mission and possibly his friend's life. It's surely at times like this that even the most jaded spy might wish for a little otherworldly help...
Kent put on a pair of dark rimmed glasses and shook his head. "I should have never let you talk me into this."
"Confession is good for the soul."
Solo smirked at Kuryakin's terse sarcasm. "The cloth must be rubbing off on you, Father."
Kent coughed nervously. "You are both going to burn in Hell," he whispered. "Sacrilege! Dressing up as a vicar! Mocking the saints."
"All part of the job," Solo appeased. "Just relax. You couldn't be in a safer place. Protected by professionals and angels."
The informer tsked again. "You are wicked."
Illya gave a pointed look to his partner. "However did you guess?"
A little irritated at the insults, Solo leaned his back against the rail. Glancing up into the cloud-dotted sky, he perused the statues adorning the old chapel. He didn't know which saints were represented here, but he had given up believing in them a long time ago. Blessings and miracles were transformed into the modern age now. Luck was his charm. Not the catechisms he had learned in his boyhood. Although he still believed in the powers of good and evil. He battled against the dark forces every day. He just wasn't very holy material, as Kent so accurately pointed out.
Glancing at the front of the church, he almost smiled at the sign. St. Christopher's-on-the-Moor. The patron saint of travelers. Too bad spies didn't have a patron saint. They could use it sometimes.
The Patron Saint of Spies Affair