Illya awoke, his eyes darting around the place. It was cold, and he realized it was still dark and he was still outside on the balcony on the stone ground. He got up, ready to pounce on anyone moving. But no one was there. The men had taken Gaby away, and he had done nothing to help. Feeling helpless, he went back into the hotel room, slammed the glass French doors behind him so hard, one of them cracked straight down the middle.
He saw the letter from his mother still resting on the coffee table, and he ripped it up angrily. His breathing was getting angry, and it only went back to normal when the letter was converted into tiny fragments of paper blowing around the carpet.
He darted out of the room and down the hallway, taking a sharp left and then arriving in front of Solo's door. He knocked loudly on it. When there was no response, he smashed impatiently through the door.
Inside, Solo and Simona were staring at him with wide eyes. Solo got up from the bed and put down the pictures of the rebel men he was studying with Simona. "Open it yourself then, Peril. I was only going to be a second."
"I don't have a second." Illya looked around the room. There were so many objects and pieces of furniture he could overturn and throw across the room, but he resisted. "They took Gaby."
Simona leapt up from the bed. "What?" She yelled at Solo, pushing him out of the way and throwing his clothes at him, which were spread suggestively around the room. "Get dressed."
Illya was surprised at how sharply she was prepared for Gaby to be kidnapped. "It's almost like you knew she was going to get kidnapped..." He narrowed his eyes at both of them.
Solo sighed. "She's wanted by the rebel group. We knew they would do anything to get their hands on her..."
Illya saw flashes of red and punched the wall so hard, it dented under his power. "You didn't tell me?" He yelled.
"We thought you'd get too overprotective." Simona let her head hang, knowing they should have told him sooner.
"Maybe being overprotective was good if it meant she would be kidnapped by... Nazi rebel men!" Illya yelled angrily, spit started frothing at the side of his mouth.
Solo had never seen him get this angry before. Before Illya could punch the wall again and put his fist through it, Solo grabbed his arm. "Don't. Right now, the best we can do is call Waverly to see if he can send a helicopter to detect her. Then we'll go and find her ourselves."
Simona was already dialling Waverly's number into the phone. "How long has she been gone?" Simona asked Illya, biting her lip as the phone rang.
"An hour." Illya sat down on the couch, feeling defeated and powerless. "She could've been taken out of Istanbul by now. I would've fought them, but one came up behind me and hit me on the head." He touched the back of his head, finding blood seeping out of his wound. "I just stared while she was being dragged down the balcony in their arms..."
Simona reached Waverly, who told them they had already seen her struggling in the back of a car. Simona put down the phone and nodded at the rest of the spies. "She's been taken to an old fabrics warehouse on the outskirts of town. I've got the address."
"It definitely has to be someone we know who gave away our location..." Illya glared at Simona and towered over her, stopping her from walking out the door. "Where is she?" Simona opened her mouth to protest, but Illya grabbed the back of her head, causing her to yelp in pain instead. "Where is she?" Illya yelled, his grip getting tighter and tighter on her skull.
Solo pushed Illya away from Simona. He let go of her and angrily walked over to Solo, who had his hands up in defence. "We don't know if it's her. Peril, listen to us. The best we can do to save Gaby right now is go to the warehouse. We'll find her, I promise."
Simona was patting the back of her skull, which was sore from Illya's grip. Solo took her hand and led her out of the hotel room as Illya had already started dashing to the car.
The car journey promised to be fast as he was on the wheel, and he wasn't wasting any time in finding Gaby.
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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...
