Illya and Solo rushed out of the warehouse building, passing masses of secrets agents flicking through Waverly's folders and research, trying to find any information or motives.
Saunders was waiting for them, his two hands tucked away in his large, beige coat. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Solo and Illya. "Agent Veranda?"
Solo shook his head and looked at the floor. "She didn't make it this time, sir."
They turned around to look at the warehouse again, only to see a team of agents carrying a black body bag on their soldiers to the car. Saunders sighed. "Another one of our best agents. She'll be missed."
Illya nudged Solo and pointed to the warehouse where they had previously stayed the night. "Cowboy," Illya breathed in and out, heavier than ever and trying desperately to calm him, "we must find her. She was barely alive when she was with us in the cell so imagine what Waverly must be doing to her." Illya cleared his throat. "No agent is left behind."
Solo nodded and squeezed his fellow agents shoulder to try and reassure him. He was met with Illya shaking his hand off and grunting. "We're not friends, Cowboy."
Solo laughed. "Of course, Peril." He and turned to Saunders. "Our mission isn't completed. We must stop Waverly and find Agent Teller."
"Agent Solo, we'll be inspecting the rest of the building." Saunders nodded at him and clarified. "Our CIA HQ in Munich have already stopped Waverly's men from getting the blueprints from Mr Teller's home."
"Good news," Solo said and nodded back at him, giving him a reassuring smile. "Oh, and when I get back, sir... make me a nice big cup of American coffee."
"Will do." Saunders smiled and moved into the warehouse, surrounded by even more of the CIA's undercover agents.
Illya and Solo got into the car Saunders had left them. Solo looked over at Illya. "Where do we start, Peril?"
Illya opened his suitcase. It was filled with wires, a frequency radio and, more importantly, radar. "Gaby's engagement ring I gave her in Rome is a tracker, remember? I'll just find her here." He typed in Gaby's tracker serial number, which Solo realized Illya had learnt by heart, and the radar showed a small, pulsating, green dot a couple of miles away from them and moving slowly in the opposite direction to the warehouse. "There he is." Illya's lips clamped together as he slammed down on the pedal and the car sped into action. Solo had to brace himself in order not to be flung into different directions. Determined to get there before Waverly caused anymore harm to Gaby, Illya showed no sign of slowing down.
They got closer and closer to the green dot every second. They reached Waverly's old car, which looked to be broken down. Illya and Solo got out of the car and looked inside. There was Gaby, lying in the backseat of the car, a tattered sight and resembling a ragdoll. Illya quickly opened the door and grabbed her close to him again.
"Cowboy, her heart's still beating." He assured him, his ear pressed to her chest. "But slowly."
"Get in the car, Peril." Solo pointed at their car and then pointed at the direction of a figure running away from the scene. "Get Gaby to safety. I'll get Waverly."
Illya nodded and got back into the car. "I'll come back for you Cowboy."
"Don't make any promises."
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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...
