MFUWSS Challenge _ Secrets.
Title: Secrets
Genre: Man from UNCLE
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Secrets
My hat is off to akane42me for another fun challenge and to nursesparky for her beta.
“Well, it’s not the worst place we’ve had to hole up for surveillance.” Napoleon was busy poking around through the various stacked boxes in the attic.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” Illya had drawn the short end of the stick and was on the first watch. He kept his binoculars trained on the surrounding houses and the street in case their Innocent made a run for it.
“No, really. It’s warm, there’s a bed and a bathroom of sorts-“
“Of sorts,” Illya repeated. “Why couldn’t we have put this bird in a nice hotel room with room service?”
“Oh, you’re grumpy because you’re hungry.” Napoleon abandoned the boxes for his ruck sack. “I have potato chips, energy bars, jerky, and water.”
“Just like at the Savoy.”
“You are in a mood. What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Illya selected some jerky and returned to his vigil.
“Come on, you can’t keep a secret from me.” After a long moment of silence, Napoleon gave up and returned to the boxes. “Hey, there’s reading material, too.” He pulled out a magazine. “Hmm, Cosmo…”
“It’s not your father’s Cosmo.”
“That’s for sure. There’s a nearly naked woman on the front cover and I’m pretty sure he would never read an articles titled, How to Have Your Best Organism.”
Illya nearly dropped the binoculars. “I beg your pardon?”
“Oh, my mistake it’s orgasm, not organism. How to Have-“
Illya retrieved the binoculars and sighed. “When did I get this old?”
“About the same time I did.” Napoleon continued to thumb through the magazine. “Hey, look there’s a quiz, How Secretive Are You? Let’s play.”
“Napoleon, I am trying to concentrate.” Illya rummaged through the sack and picked an energy bar this time.
“You’re eating! Question one: If you were a flower, which would you be: a sunflower, a rose, a tulip, or lavender? He laughed at the choices. “You are definitely a sunflower.”
“What?”
“I’ve seen you in the sun. You love it.”
“But only to a certain degree.”
“Okay, I will give you that. Question two: What’s your favorite color among the following: Red, blue, green, or grey? Sadly, no black, so I’ll pick… red.”
“Red?”
“Better that than dead. Sue me.” Napoleon opened a packet of chips and offered him one. “Question three: Where would you rather live for the rest of your life: On an island, in a remote isolated place, a rich neighbor or the countryside?
“Not with Cutter.”
“Never with Cutter. I’m seeing you as a remote isolated sort of guy.”
Illya nodded. “As long as it’s not with Cutter.”
“Next question: What motivates you: the things you own, your family, your accomplishments, or nothing? Definitely accomplishments. Besides scars it’s all we have to show for our work.”
“Who came up with these questions?”
“Some bored journalist no doubt. Okay, here’s the next one. What would you say is the difference between you and other people: You can’t be broken, you’re honest, you can keep a secret, or you are not to be trusted?” Napoleon fell silent at that.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue”
“No, I’m just trying to figure out which one of those is the best fit, well, aside from the not being trustworthy one, of course.”
“I’m not.”
“To some people, no, but…let’s go with honest. We know you can’t be broken and I know you can’t keep a secret from me.”
“In your dreams.”
“Please, I can crack you like an egg if I need to.”
“How many more of these are there?”
“Just a couple. What do you think is negative about you? Your stubbornness, your past, your naivety, or your personal anger. Again, a tough choice, but I will go with your stubbornness.”
“You have no idea.”
“I think I do. Finally, what would you like to change about the world, the people, the secrecy, the pollution, or the noise?”
“Is that a trick question?”
“No, I don’t think so. Why?”
“Because if you change the people, you would affect the other three.”
“I see what you mean. Is that your answer?”
“Yes.”
“Okay according to this: Your hidden secret is your strength, your inspiration, the one thing that keeps you motivated and different from others. You find your strength in things like yoga, meditation, prayer, and also writing in your journal. If people were to question these personal choices of yours, you would sort of feel devastated. I am stunned.”
“Why?”
“You keep a journal?”
“Don’t be ridiculous… Napoleon, there’s movement.”
“Our Innocent?”
“She’s running… packed a suitcase and everything.”
“I’ll let our street backup know. They’ll tail her, hopefully right to THRUSH.”
“What about us?”
“We are done. Either we head back to headquarters or we adjourn to some nice quiet restaurant where I will weasel that secret out of it.”
“Loser pays?”
“Sure, but only because I never lose.”
Illya merely smiled at that and dropped the binoculars. “You’re on and for the record, I’m very, very hungry.” He watched as Napoleon rolled up the magazine and stuffed it into the ruck sack. “What are you doing?”
This time it was Napoleon’s turn to smile. “Suspects, I’m always looking for suspects.” And they were gone.
The questions were shamelessly stolen from:
What is Your Deepest Secret? Quiz
Genre: Man from UNCLE
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Secrets
My hat is off to akane42me for another fun challenge and to nursesparky for her beta.
“Well, it’s not the worst place we’ve had to hole up for surveillance.” Napoleon was busy poking around through the various stacked boxes in the attic.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” Illya had drawn the short end of the stick and was on the first watch. He kept his binoculars trained on the surrounding houses and the street in case their Innocent made a run for it.
“No, really. It’s warm, there’s a bed and a bathroom of sorts-“
“Of sorts,” Illya repeated. “Why couldn’t we have put this bird in a nice hotel room with room service?”
“Oh, you’re grumpy because you’re hungry.” Napoleon abandoned the boxes for his ruck sack. “I have potato chips, energy bars, jerky, and water.”
“Just like at the Savoy.”
“You are in a mood. What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Illya selected some jerky and returned to his vigil.
“Come on, you can’t keep a secret from me.” After a long moment of silence, Napoleon gave up and returned to the boxes. “Hey, there’s reading material, too.” He pulled out a magazine. “Hmm, Cosmo…”
“It’s not your father’s Cosmo.”
“That’s for sure. There’s a nearly naked woman on the front cover and I’m pretty sure he would never read an articles titled, How to Have Your Best Organism.”
Illya nearly dropped the binoculars. “I beg your pardon?”
“Oh, my mistake it’s orgasm, not organism. How to Have-“
Illya retrieved the binoculars and sighed. “When did I get this old?”
“About the same time I did.” Napoleon continued to thumb through the magazine. “Hey, look there’s a quiz, How Secretive Are You? Let’s play.”
“Napoleon, I am trying to concentrate.” Illya rummaged through the sack and picked an energy bar this time.
“You’re eating! Question one: If you were a flower, which would you be: a sunflower, a rose, a tulip, or lavender? He laughed at the choices. “You are definitely a sunflower.”
“What?”
“I’ve seen you in the sun. You love it.”
“But only to a certain degree.”
“Okay, I will give you that. Question two: What’s your favorite color among the following: Red, blue, green, or grey? Sadly, no black, so I’ll pick… red.”
“Red?”
“Better that than dead. Sue me.” Napoleon opened a packet of chips and offered him one. “Question three: Where would you rather live for the rest of your life: On an island, in a remote isolated place, a rich neighbor or the countryside?
“Not with Cutter.”
“Never with Cutter. I’m seeing you as a remote isolated sort of guy.”
Illya nodded. “As long as it’s not with Cutter.”
“Next question: What motivates you: the things you own, your family, your accomplishments, or nothing? Definitely accomplishments. Besides scars it’s all we have to show for our work.”
“Who came up with these questions?”
“Some bored journalist no doubt. Okay, here’s the next one. What would you say is the difference between you and other people: You can’t be broken, you’re honest, you can keep a secret, or you are not to be trusted?” Napoleon fell silent at that.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue”
“No, I’m just trying to figure out which one of those is the best fit, well, aside from the not being trustworthy one, of course.”
“I’m not.”
“To some people, no, but…let’s go with honest. We know you can’t be broken and I know you can’t keep a secret from me.”
“In your dreams.”
“Please, I can crack you like an egg if I need to.”
“How many more of these are there?”
“Just a couple. What do you think is negative about you? Your stubbornness, your past, your naivety, or your personal anger. Again, a tough choice, but I will go with your stubbornness.”
“You have no idea.”
“I think I do. Finally, what would you like to change about the world, the people, the secrecy, the pollution, or the noise?”
“Is that a trick question?”
“No, I don’t think so. Why?”
“Because if you change the people, you would affect the other three.”
“I see what you mean. Is that your answer?”
“Yes.”
“Okay according to this: Your hidden secret is your strength, your inspiration, the one thing that keeps you motivated and different from others. You find your strength in things like yoga, meditation, prayer, and also writing in your journal. If people were to question these personal choices of yours, you would sort of feel devastated. I am stunned.”
“Why?”
“You keep a journal?”
“Don’t be ridiculous… Napoleon, there’s movement.”
“Our Innocent?”
“She’s running… packed a suitcase and everything.”
“I’ll let our street backup know. They’ll tail her, hopefully right to THRUSH.”
“What about us?”
“We are done. Either we head back to headquarters or we adjourn to some nice quiet restaurant where I will weasel that secret out of it.”
“Loser pays?”
“Sure, but only because I never lose.”
Illya merely smiled at that and dropped the binoculars. “You’re on and for the record, I’m very, very hungry.” He watched as Napoleon rolled up the magazine and stuffed it into the ruck sack. “What are you doing?”
This time it was Napoleon’s turn to smile. “Suspects, I’m always looking for suspects.” And they were gone.
The questions were shamelessly stolen from:
What is Your Deepest Secret? Quiz