Brrrriiinng!
Brrriiinng!
Brrriiinng!
Solo smashed the pillow over his ears, trying to block out the sound. "Simona get the phone..." He said groggily, trying to reach out to her. But she was gone. "God..." He murmured and slowly turned his body to reach the phone on the bedside table before picking it up.
Waverly's familiar voice talked through the phone. Usually, Waverly was composed and calm, with British wit and a posh accent when he talked. But this wasn't that kind of Waverly. This Waverly seemed to be rushing through his sentences, and his voice was worried. Solo knew something was wrong, and immediately paid more attention to the voice on the other side of the phone.
"Agent Solo!" Waverly called through the phone, the opposite of composed. "Someone has given up your location. The rebels will be there in less than half an hour with weapons. Don't fight them. You must all go to the Otel Eleanora. I've already reserved two rooms for you."
"Still undercover?" Solo started pulling on his trousers and buckling his belt.
"Of course, Solo." Waverly responded, clearly getting impatient. "Now hurry before they come. They'll kill all of you except for Gaby. Mind you, they'll end up killing her anyhow."
Solo hastily hung up the phone and finished dressing. Within seconds, he was down the stairs where Illya, Gaby and Simona were already dressed and sipping coffee.
"We need to go," Solo yelled at his fellow agents. "I'll explain when we get in the car. Take everything that gives away we've been staying here and meet me in the car. You only have ten minutes."
The agents understood the urgency. Solo, who waited downstairs, only waited a couple of minutes before Illya was coming down, holding the girl's suitcases in his gigantic arms. He ran down the stairs with ease, and
Solo laughed at the enormity of the girl's luggage.
"Ready?" Solo smiled flirtatiously at Simona.
"Of course, Mr Solo." She replied, giving him the same suggestive smile.
Gaby took to the steering wheel of the car while Solo explained everything. Illya listened attentively, and when he finished he looked at the rest of his crew. "This means someone we know has given up our location."
The agents looked at each other. Simona looked at Solo. "Impossible. It must be a rebel following us."
"How are you so sure?" Illya replied, narrowing his eyes at her.
Simona sighed. "We all trust each other, right?"
Simona turned to look out of the window, isolating herself from the other agents' looks. Solo turned to Illya and shrugged, but Illya kept staring at Simona, trying to decipher what was really going on inside of her complex brain.
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The Man From U.N.C.L.E: A Mission In Istanbul
Fanfic"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...
