The warehouse was deadly silent. Every step the three spies made seemed to resonate around the house. Pistols were firmly in their grip, and they slowly made their way around every machine in the warehouse. The machines looked dangerous, especially in the dim light, as the night sky was still over them. They came across a large machine with iron spikes like teeth. Illya couldn't help but imagine what they had already inflicted on Gaby. It made him shiver, and the raging wildfire of anger inside of him grew ever more. They reached stairs, which seemed to lead to a singular office. Illya climbed up first, careful not to make a wrong footing. The stairs looked old and the iron was rusting away. Solo was behind him, closely followed by Simona. Illya heaved open the wooden door. They all slyly got inside, pointing their pistols everywhere. Simona froze and nudged Solo before she pointed at a desk and chair in the corner. Except in the chair was a figure facing away from them. They could see the figures head. Strange, but familiar. The person was calmly writing in a little notepad, and the three spies could clearly hear the excruciating sound of a pen etching on paper.
"Hello, U.N.C.L.E." The figure turned his chair around and smiled at the stunned spies.
The spies gasped as they saw the traitor in front of them.
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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...
