The ambiance in the plane was silent, as the trio of spies tried to process their dealings with a crime so far. It wasn't going to end. They were given another mission by their United Network Command for Law and Enforcement, this time in Istanbul, Turkey. Napoleon Solo, the CIA's best agent, reclined comfortably in his seat and lit a cigarette, filling the cabin with a fog of smoke. He beckoned for Illya to take one, but he shook his head gently. Instead, the Russian KGB Agent tried to catch Gaby's eye. The young German sniffed and looked at a picture of her father she had pocketed from his office beforehand. She hastily screwed it up and tossed it into her pocket.
She looked outside at the city appearing beneath them. Small apartment buildings were beginning to be seen on the outskirts. Soon, a tangle of streets and roads had emerged with ancient buildings and skyscrapers surrounding them. It was a beautiful city, with secrets foiled in every alley. Istanbul was famous for its boomtown of mod culture and a thriving film industry. Turkish TV stars like Izzet Gunay were making their international debut and Turkey was exhilarated on the impact of tourism on the economy. With an iron curtain over Europe, Turkey had managed to find a silver lining and they were feeding on the cries of the rich to find a safe haven.
"Calling all U.N.C.LE. Agents." The voice of British commander boomed through their speaker devices. "You'll be landing in ten minutes. There, I will meet you at the airport and take you to your new cover home. Now, though, pass along your folders. Inside will be your new cover and details about the mission. Some rules to follow too..."
The speakers quickly cut off, and Solo grabbed the folders and passed them along to his colleagues. They opened the folders and Solo smirked as he read.
"They always want to remind me of my past, don't they?" Solo closed the folder. "Antiquities Collector."
Illya closed his. "Not thief?"
"Only on weekends, big guy." Solo nudged Gaby's leg with his foot. "Cover?"
Gaby sighed. "The usual. Illya's fragile fiancée."
"My fiancé would never be fragile." Illya looked at Gaby as his Russian accent boomed around the plane. "I like my women strong."
Gaby grunted as turbulence started rocking them around their seats. They strapped in their belts and braced themselves for the plane coming in contact with the runway. Solo extinguished his cigarette and looked out of the window. He smiled as he saw the airport come into sight. He turned his attention back on Gaby and Illya.
"Did you read the mission?"
Gaby laughed in bewilderment. "You really think we're that ignorant?"
"CIA Agent," Illya reminded her. "What do you expect?"
"I just thought we were done with these Nazi party poopers." Solo shrugged and opened the folder again. "The guidelines are a little vague, don't you think?"
"Rules." Gaby corrected him.
"Guidelines." Solo nodded at her, as she rolled her eyes. "I've never heard of an undercover agent having rules to live by. Otherwise, we wouldn't be undercover agents."
"In Russia, they trust us enough not to have anything, but..." Illya bragged and raised his eyebrow at Solo.
Before Solo could retort another insult, the plane suddenly bounced violently on the runway. Gaby yelped and grabbed Illya's hand next to her. Their eyes met for a split second before Gaby pulled her hand away as well as her eyes. Illya slowly looked away, before looking at Solo, who had a small grin on his face to go with his teasing raised eyebrows. Illya scowled at him but blushed in embarrassment. He fiddled with the side of his folder to distract himself.
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The Man From U.N.C.L.E: A Mission In Istanbul
Fanfiction"There is no such thing as a traitor. Just an undercover agent." We join the team of U.N.C.L.E. as they carry out their newest mission in Istanbul. Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakina and Gaby Teller are all under the command of Alexander Waverly, an exp...
