"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...
Simona poured whiskey into four small, glasses. She gently placed the glasses on the wooden tray, her hands elegantly decorated with rubies and emeralds on her rings and bracelets. She played with her hair a little as she looked for an appetiser without success. She sighs, making her way to the little living room, where the trio of U.N.C.L.E. spies are observing the folder with all the details about the new mission.
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"Whiskey is served." Simona puts the tray down and sits down on the couch next to Solo.
"Thanks, doll." Solo says. Whilst still staring at the folder, he fumbled for a glass and downed it. "Small serving sizes."
"You can complain to Waverly. He's the one who decided to give us only the smallest amount of alcohol." She pouted and downed her own glass of whiskey. She realizes Illya and Gaby haven't touched their glass. "How about you handsome?"
"No thanks," Illya ignores Simona and continues to survey the folder, his eyes sometimes darting to Gaby next to him. "I don't drink."
"Your loss," Simona shrugs and takes his glass and drinks the whiskey herself. "Any news?"
The room is silent as Simona stares at all of them in turn. They all completely ignore her, as if they're oblivious to her existence. Simona is angered by the lack of respect towards her and she smashes down the cup on the coffee table, surprising the spies and they all turn to look at her.
"Enough." She says sharply. "I know I'm new, but for the purpose of the mission I'm also apart of U.N.C.LE. and you need to inform me what the folder says."
"Can't you read?" Illya grunts. "Or have you read too many folders today?"
Simona laughs at him. "Don't test your luck, handsome. Waverly has also informed me that I'm to report to him if those folders need updating. Or if the spy training hasn't paid off..."
Illya angrily gets up from the couch, knocking the coffee table back with his knees. "Stupid American spy... girl," he mutters under his breath as he leaves the living room and stomps up the stairs to retreat in his room.
Gaby sighs and looks over at Simona, questioning her decision to test his anger. Simona shrugs back at her and winks. "So... the news."
Solo puts down the folder and looks at the two girls. "There's not much. You're my undercover wife, by the way. Oh, but it does say that the rebels can often be seen around town. Waverly was kind enough to give us photographs of the rebels." He picks up the photographs and passes them to Simona. "I think our best bet is sleeping on it and going out undercover tomorrow in town to try and track down these men."
"Good plan," Simona yawns and takes off her heels, stretching her feet.
Gaby nods at them both. "I agree. We should get some rest." She gets up from the couch and walks to the door before stopping. "Simona, you coming?"
Solo laughs. "Gaby, Gaby, Gaby." He smiled at her, as she looks confused at him. "Waverly also wrote in the folder that for the purpose of the mission, you'd be staying with Illya. You're his fiancée."
"Again," Gaby sniffed and smiled at them. "Goodnight then. Sleep well."
"With this one," Simona rolled her eyes and nudged Solo. "Impossible."
