Gaby, Illya and Solo walked to the crowded, touristic restaurant in the city. Their last day in Istanbul was coming to an end, and soon, the night would cast its spell on the night sky. Saunders was already waiting for them when they arrived. He was calmly sipping on some scotch and reading a newspaper with Alexander Waverly's criminal mug shot on the front cover.
"Evening," he smiled mysteriously at the agents when they entered. "I'm happy to announce I've been given the task of being your new U.N.C.L.E. commander."
"Lets hope you don't end up like the last one," Solo joked, tilting his head at Waverly's face in the newspaper.
"I'll do my best." Saunders closed the paper so he could face his group of spies and turn their full attention on them. "In a week's time you'll all be on a train to your new destination."
"Holiday?" Gaby raised an eyebrow.
"You could call it that, Agent Teller." Saunders retorted before a waitress came up to the table with a notepad and pen.
"Your order?" She opened up the pad.
"Yes," Solo winked at her. "Three whiskeys and a meeting tonight at around ten o'clock."
The waitress smiled back at him. "As you wish, sir."
When she left, Saunders turned back to the group. "Your mission is to protect Alexei Kosygina, Chairman of the Council of Ministers in Moscow. Poor guys been getting some death threats and wants not only the KGB on his side, but a mix of some of the best agents around the world. It'll be a perfect mission to give you a second chance."
Gaby looked over at Illya. "So we're going to Moscow?"
"Yes," Saunders replied, taking a sip of his scotch, "in a week's time.
"Sounds good," Solo tapped his fingers on the table. "Remind us who's been sending him death threats?"
"That's what we need you to find out. And we need you to stop them." Saunders replied.
"Impossible." Interrupted Illya. "Russia has too many rebel groups. It could be thousands of different people."
"Well then you've got your work cut out, Agent Kuryakin." Saunders replied smartly and got up from the table with the newspaper, putting down a couple of Liras for the scotch and folders containing all the details about the new mission. "Have a good evening, agents. The plane will pick you up tomorrow and you'll be dropped off in Belarus where you'll spend the week before taking the train to Moscow. Then, you'll be assigned more work to protect Mr Kosygina and his wife and daughter."
"Daughter?" Solo smiled.
"Lyudmilla." Saunders put down a photo of the girl to show the rest of the group. "Pretty, thirty-five and..." he cleared his throat, "apparently incredibly wild unlike the rest of her family. She refuses to get married."
"Charming!" Solo exclaimed.
"I'll see you in a weeks time in Belarus." Saunders finally strolled out of the restaurant leaving the agents to themselves.
"Another mission," Illya sighed.
"You've got the upper hand this time, Peril." Solo smiled at him, leaning back in his chair. "Russian territory. Should be easy for you..."
"It isn't a game in Russia like in America." Illya growled and looked at the folders. "This is going to be more complicated and harder than catching just a..." he paused and looked at them with a serious expression. "A thief in Moscow."
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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...
