The Man From U.N.C.L.E: A Mission In Istanbul

Chapter 33: CIA or KGB?

Solo walked down to Gaby's room with a new laminated folder from Saunders to give her. He knocked on the door and Illya opened it.

"Peril!" Solo smiled at the huge, Russian man. "Is Gaby in?" He held up the folder. "I've got some classified information to give her from Saunders."

Illya opened the door wider for Solo to get in. Gaby was sitting on her bed and drinking another glass of whiskey. "Solo!" She smiled at him and pointed at the couch in front of her for him to sit down. "It's good to see you again."

"It's good to see recovering, Gaby." Solo smiled at her and sat down. "Saunders brought me a folder for you. It's about your current agency position..."

"Oh," Gaby looked at the folder and quickly opened it. "Waverly employed me. Seeing as his intentions weren't with the agency, I need to be employed again."

Illya looked at Solo, furious. "You can't be serious?"

"I'm afraid it's true." Solo served himself some whiskey from the flask on Gaby's bedside table. "But Saunders wanted to employ you himself."

"She can't be a CIA Agent." Illya crossed his arms defensively.

Solo downed the whiskey. "Have you got a better idea, Peril?"

Illya looked down and shook his head. "She can come to Russia."

"I think she'll have more trouble with the KGB than with the CIA. I think you know that." Solo poured himself another glass. "Gaby?"

Gaby bit her lip and looked up at Illya and then at Solo. "I don't know what I want at the moment." She played with the side of the folder. "I would like to speak to Saunders though."

As if on cue, Saunders strolled through the door and smiled at the agents. "Miss Teller, I'd like to hear this. Agent Solo... Agent Kuryakin... leave us."

Solo put down his whiskey and walked out of the room. Illya looked at Gaby, giving her a small smile, before following Solo out of the room. Saunders helped himself to some whiskey slowly and sat down at Gaby's bedside. He took a small sip of the drink before putting the glass down and facing her. "You've got something to say, Miss Teller?"

"Yes," Gaby downed her own whiskey. "It's on the subject of my new agency choices."

"You've proved yourself a valuable agent throughout this past months. How long was your training?"

Gaby paused to think before answering. "Waverly just taught me the basics."

"You've got a talent then." Saunders deduced and took another sip of his whiskey. "I'd like you on the CIA's side."

"I would like to be an agent," Gaby smiled. "But I'd like you to give U.N.C.L.E. another chance."

Saunders smiled at her. "Why's that?"

"Even though our missions were constructed around Waverly's constant drive for power, I think we made a good team." She nodded, a twinkle in her eye. "It would be a shame to split us up now, I think you would agree."

"I think I do." Saunders got up from the chair and downed his glass of whiskey before putting it down and cocking his hat at Gaby. "I'll call in the rest of U.N.C.L.E. Welcome to the agency, Agent Teller."