The Man From U.N.C.L.E: Twisted

Chapter 3

Illya's Pov
We met up with Alexander at the funeral the next day. We all had trouble finding something to wear to a funeral. Well wore fun colors, except Shannon. Shannon always wore black, I had never seen her in anything else. I guess it was just her trademark or something. There were a lot of people at the funeral, the guy must have been very popular. After the burial there was a small reception with beverages. We talked to people he knew to find out if there was more to the murder.
"No," his wife said. "I can't think of anyone who would want to hurt him."
That was the reply that we got from everyone else at the funeral. Maybe he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

After the funeral we all went out to lunch and discussed everything.
"This is leading us nowhere," Gaby said, "we're never going to find out who did this."
"We need to go back to the crime scene," Alexander said, "find anything we missed the first time..."
We all agreed and went to the museum when we were done with lunch. 

"Was there anything else collected from the crime scene?" Shannon asked.
"I think so," Alexander replied walking over to a metal case sitting in the corner. We followed him and watched him open up the case. He pulled out a bag with a bloody bullet inside of it. He put on gloves and took the bullet out of the bag.
"This is the gullet he was shot with," he said.
"Hmm," Napoleon said putting on a pair of gloves and taking the bullet and inspecting it. Everyone else put on gloves as well.
"What kind of bullet is it?" I asked.
"We don't know," Alexander said, "we've never seen this kind before. It might be homemade...probably belongs to one person."
Gaby took the bullet and inspected it.
"It looks familiar," she said, "I just can't think of where I saw it last."
"If we found out who these bullets belonged to," Napoleon said, "we could surely find the killer and the...artifact."
His tone went cold. His gaze was set on the other side of the room.
"What's wrong?" Shannon asked.
I looked to where his gaze was and saw it as well.
Napoleon and I stood up and walked towards it. The stolen artifact was lying on the ground in the corner. I bent down and picked it up. There was a piece of paper inside of it. I unfolded the piece of paper. There was a letter on it written in magazine and newspaper letters. It said:
Your team has made a terrible mistake. You all are going to regret you were even born. Get ready, because revenge is coming for all of you.
I gulped. We showed Alexander, Gaby, and Shannon the letter.
"What does it mean?" Shannon asked, "What have we done? Who wants revenge on us?"
"I can think of a lot of people who want revenge on us," I said. "But they're all dead. At least, I thought they were dead."
"Don't be like that," Napoleon said, "someone is just trying to mess with us."
"We have to take this seriously," Shannon argued, "don't just jump to the conclusion that it's all a joke."
"Well don't jump to the conclusion that it's serious," Napoleon replied, "what do you know?"
"I know well enough that someone wouldn't just steal and return an artifact for fun," Shannon said, "that's ridiculous and it's obviously a trap. Not a joke, there's a difference."
"I agree with her," Alexander said.
"I do too," I said, "something doesn't seem right."
"No," Napoleon said. "She's not."
"Alright," Alexander said, "you two can sit here and argue all day while we go figure this out or you can come with us. What will it be?"
"As much as I would love to argue," Shannon replied, "I think I'll do my job."
"Good choice," Alexander said. "Now, let's figure out who these bullets belong to."

Alexander got a light and shined it down on the bullet. I looked closely at it and noticed something engraved on the bullet. I picked it up and inspected it. The letters on it were VV.
"Look at this," I said showing them the letters. "Is it initials?"
"Some people do put their initials on bullets I think," Alexander replied. "I guess the killer's initials are VV."
"Hmm," Napoleon said picking up the bullet. "Lets crack it open."

We cracked open the bullet and it wasn't that hard. Inside it we just expected there to be something you'd find inside of a bullet but instead found a piece of paper. Shannon picked up the paper and read it.
"Now that you have found this," Shannon said reading the paper, "we are watching you and know your exact location."
"Someone is messing with us," Napoleon said, "this is ridiculous."

I took the piece of paper and the bullet. I placed them side by side.
"They have the same hand writing," I said, "this person knows where we are and obviously wants revenge on us."

Napoleon and I looked at each other both realizing who it was. We didn't say anything. Not yet. Gaby wouldn't want to hear it, she had bad memories. The bullet was familiar to her because it was the same bullet that killer her father. It was from Victoria. Victoria, the evil, sinister woman that almost killed us all. I thought she was dead.
"Alright," Alexander said putting the bullet back, realizing who it was as well. "Lets meet up tomorrow."

We left the museum and went our separate ways. Napoleon and I sat in the front of the car and Shannon and Gaby sat in the back. I wondered how Shannon would take the news. I didn't want her to think about her father's death, she was so devastated and I don't want her to go through his again. She was very sensitive and had experienced a lot. It had only been two years, almost three, since everything happened and I don't think she was over it yet.