The night had fallen on Istanbul, and the nightlife had began for the locals. Men spent their Lira's on few pleasures like beer and food and they chatted the night away. One particular Turkish bar was popular with many of the local people, but unknown to most tourists. The bar was crowded with more people than usual that night. It was buzzing with talk and smoke from the pipes at each table. A young woman in a heavy navy cloak enters to sit on her own. She orders water and some crackers. Her voice is simple and sharp, as she firmly directs the waitress through the menu, only to order their plainest food.
The table next to her is crowded with at least five men. They talk in Turkish before someone switches to broken English, his thick Turkish accent lingering on to every word.
"I talk English," said the man, struggling, "so no one understands."
"What about spies?" Another man interrupts him, taking a sip from his pint of beer.
"Talk quietly." The man grunts at him. They lean in closer. "Boss wants a meeting at Otel Eleanora. Tomorrow. Be prepare. He in bad mood. The spy group are moving in. They in Istanbul already. You must be careful."
The young lady gets up from her table, the crackers and water untouched and she puts down twelve Turkish Lira's for the food. She then leaves out of the front of the bar.
When she is safely away from the bar, she takes down her hood. Gaby heads back to the spy residence, with new information to tell the rest of the gang.
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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...
