Simona and Solo clambered up the marble steps of the Otel Eleanora. Simona looked around the entrance, where a fat, pompous doorman checked their invitations, previously forged by Illya, of course. Let in, they started to clamber up another flight of stairs before getting to the ballroom. Hundreds of guests were small-talking each other, eating at the buffet and dancing in the middle of the room. Ladies decorated in extravagant ballroom dresses and gentlemen all in the same black, dapper tuxedos. The ballroom floor was made of marble, so the sound of heeled shoes echoed around the room as everyone stepped about in an excited mood.
Outside the hotel, Gaby and Illya were hidden in a small car in an alley next to the hotel. Illya played around with a radio, trying to get the right frequency to Simona's tracking device so he could hear what was going on inside. Gaby had both her hands on the steering wheel, her thumb twitched every now and again as she as ready to step on it if necessary.
Inside the hotel, Solo took Simona's hand and directed her to the middle of the ballroom to start dancing. So many different conversations were being made, most of them about pointless information. Solo led Simona around the room as she elegantly twirled and stepped to look like she was absorbed in the dancing and not concentrating on the people around her instead of listening attentively.
All of a sudden, Simona caught a man whispering to another man in the corner of the ballroom. She directed Solo's gaze to look at them. They witnessed one of the men go through a secret door behind the buffet where many of the guests were filling up on champagne and appetisers.
"Let's go." Solo said, taking Simona's hand and directing her to where the men previously stood. "We have to get in."
"It's locked." Simona realized, as she tried to move the handle without success.
"Cover me." Solo whispered as he took one of Simona's barrettes from her hair and twisted it around to try and loosen the lock. The lock gave a sudden lurch and it clicked as the door opened. "Come on." Solo took Simona's hand and directed her through the passage.
It was particularly dark and it smelt of stale bread and moulding cheese. They heard voices coming from the other end of the passage, so they slowly made their way down.
Simona grabbed her dress where the speaker device was and pressed the button so Illya and Gaby could hear her voice in the car. "Hello Mr Kuryakina? Miss Teller?"
From the car, Illya jumped up when he heard Simona's voice. He took his own speaker device and pressed the button to respond. "Hello Miss Veranda? This is Illya and Gaby." Illya nodded at Gaby, signifying that Simona had finally reached them from inside the hotel. "What's going on in there, Simona?" There was a pause, and Gaby and Illya leaned in to be closer to the device.
"We got in nicely," Simona responded in a quiet whisper, "and now we've found a secret passageway where we think the rebels might be meeting up. I'll keep you updated."
Illya and Gaby hear the speaker make a slight click! as Simona turns it off. They look at each other nervously and Gaby looks out of the window at the hotel.
"I feel like something bad's going to happen..." Gaby bites her lip.
"Me too." Illya agrees with her and goes back to tampering with frequencies on the radio.
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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...
