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NIGHT SONG - Susan K. Dundas (War Of The Worlds)

A balmy summer evening. Cool breezes drifted across the meadow, drawing scent of night-blooming jasmine and magnolia. Crickets serenaded each other, chirping a staccato counterpoint in the azalea bushes beneath the window, interrupted every five seconds by the whir of electric servo-motors. "Harrison, it's me. May I come in?"

THE CAGE WE MAKE - Natasha Barry (WiseGuy)

"Hey, Terravova."

Caught off guard, for Sonny's usual way was unpredictability, Vinnie turned and gave a short laugh . . . .

CHANCE ENCOUNTER - Kavari Singh (Miami Vice)

Dark. Smoky. Full of the typical set of characters seeking only one thing: a partner for the night. Sonny put his half-finished drink down on the bar, snuffing out yet another cigarette, pale eyes scanning the small room, picking up one or two glances from the other men One was interesting, even attractive; the other, huge and rough...maybe a biker.... He'd come in search of sex...hot, raw, even painful pain to override the pain in his heart.

A CALL FOR FAITH - Cybel Harper (Man From U.N.C.L.E.)

A gentle tropical breeze ruffled through the open-air nightclub to tease at the grass skirt of the lovely young girl dancing the Tahitian hula on the small stage near their table. Napoleon had been focused solely on her since her number began, and she was sending him interested smiles.

Illya watched the byplay with barely concealed annoyance.

DUKE - Charlotte Frost (Twin Peaks)

He had heard it said that when some people were shot, they didn't even realize it until someone else pointed out the bloodstains. But Sheriff Harry S. Truman grudgingly acknowledged that he was not to be one of the fortunate few . . . .

RE-PLAY - Susan K. Dundas (Miami Vice)

Jack looked much better now, Martin decided, better than he had when they had first set eyes on each other in the courtyard of the Buddhist temple. Then, he had been transmitting subliminal undercurrent of stress and tension beneath the warm greeting, although it hadn't really registered on Martin's conscious mind at the time.

TAKING IT OUT IN TRADE - MerLyn (Equalizer)

Kostmayer studied the other two men speculatively, his mind flicking back over the past few days. Ex-company agent and his old fried, Harley Gage had returned unexpectedly to New York, still brooding over the set up that cost him several years in a jail cell in South America.

MANOLITO BY MOONLIGHT - Jonni Corday (High Chapperal)

The large desert moon was the source of the river of light flooding through the open window, washing the figure lounging on the bed wit silver. Flaxen hair, bleached by the Arizona sun, damp with August sweat, seemed platinum in the fluid moonlight.

ALL THEIR TOMORROWS - Corrine Bass (Man From U.N.C.L.E.)

Napoleon Solo, dapper, secret agent for UNCLE had looked in the labs, the cafeteria and finally in his partner's office for the elusive Russian, all to no avail. Illya was definitely going to be late for their meeting . . . .

MISSION OF SEDUCTION - Delaine ('V')

"What's happening?" Kyle asked, walking into Club Creole late one afternoon.

"Not much," Elias answered, smiling. "What are you up to?"

I'LL REMEMBER YOU - Delaine (War Of The Worlds)

When I saw you laying there in tat damned alien machine I felt my heart constrict. I knew you were dead. Then you opened your eyes . . . .

A PROMISE AND A PRAYER - Cybel Harper (Professional's)

It seemed a good joke at the time. A little crazy, perhaps. A little dangerous. Just the thing to liven up a dull party. Besides, Murphy had bet him twenty quid, and Doyle, especially a pleasantly squiffy very relaxed Doyle, had never been one to pass up a sure bet . . . .

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March 1992