Illya and Gaby - The Frenchman (The Man From U.N.C.L.E)

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Updated as of 3/30/21

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Illya and Gaby work with Napoleon to take down The Frenchman, an elusive human trafficker. Ongoing, at least one chapter per week. Please leave feedback so I can improve. :)

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Preview:

Illya shoved the hotel room door open with a crash, stumbling into the room, drenched in water, red-tinged droplets falling from his fingers to the floor. Gaby spun around from where she stood at the window, nearly dropping the small glass of vodka in her hand.

"Illya?" She gasped, setting the glass down on the table beside the couch. "What happened?"

Illya fell heavily to his knees, eyes nearly closing with fatigue. "The Frenchman, he had more men than expected. One had shockingly good aim in the dark. I discover this the hard way."

Shaking her head, Gaby knelt in front of him, peeling his drenched jacket away from his shoulder. She winced as the bloodstained shirt came into view. "I told you to wear protection."

"And you were right, as always, little chop shop girl."....