Waverly pointed at his men. "Send a message to the rebels in Berlin and tell them get the plane immediately to go down to Munich. I want the information back in less than five hours. Tell them the address and tell them to call me as soon as they have the rest of the blueprints." The rebels clicked their heels together and saluted at their evil commander. Waverly turned his attention back on Gaby. "Right, Miss Teller. I think I need to thank you, first of all." He unlatched her cuffs and untied her from the seat. Gaby crumples on the ground, the pain soaring through her body from the torture methods inflicted on her. Illya immediately goes up to her and gathers her up in his arms.
"Gaby?" Illya looks at her closed eyes.
She opened one eye gently. "I think that's the first time you've called me by my real name." She burrowed down in Illya's chest as he walked back to where he was previously standing with Solo.
Waverly looked down on his helpless victims. "Agents, I have another mission for you." He laughs uncontrollably before looking back at them. "When I have the blueprints and we've finished the weapon, you may inform the leaders of your country that they either give in to me, or they watch millions of people in their country die in less than," Waverly looks at his watch before looking back at them, "in less than ten minutes, I believe. Send them to the cells."
"Wait!" Solo looks at Waverly. "Can you grant me something?"
Amused, Waverly nods at Solo. "Anything for the best CIA Agent."
"Can we take Simona's body with us?" Solo looks up at him and tried to hide the plan he was conjuring up in his brain.
Waverly grunted. "Sure. Miss Veranda's no use to me anymore." Waverly kicks Simona's limp body before Solo could pick it up. "Now, to the cells!"
The cells were hardly big enough for one person, let alone three and Simona's limp body. Illya's legs took up most of the room, leaving Solo in the corner with only Simona. Gaby was still resting in Illya's arms, her face resting against his warm chest.
"What are you planning to do with her?" Solo looks at Gaby. "She'll be dead soon if she doesn't get medical attention."
Illya protectively grips on to her. "I'll keep her alive. I must." He looked over at Solo and Simona's body. "What about poor Simona?"
"She would've wanted to be useful dead as well as alive." Solo inspected Simona's hand and found the red eagle ring she always wore. "This is what I'm looking for."
"Is it a tracker ring like Gaby's?" Illya asked. He looked down at Gaby's hand, and sure enough, she was wearing the engagement ring he had given her on their first mission pretending to be fiancés.
Solo shook his head. "Not exactly. See the ruby?" Illya nodded and Solo opened up the ruby to reveal the button. "If I press this button it should send the CIA a distress signal and our exact location."
"It'll be hours before they come to our help. Maybe even days." Illya said, looking down at Gaby and realized she wouldn't stay alive for days. Only hours. If they were lucky.
Solo smiled. "We have a CIA HQ in Turkey and Syria. Just undercover, Peril."
Solo quickly pressed the button and the button returned confirmation of the message being sent with a small, but distinctive, noise.
Click!
"Now, we wait."
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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...
