The men of U.N.C.L.E had been sent on another mission, Illya, taking the front lines. Though Solo and Gaby hadn't ever been too far away, along with another agent the group had been getting along with, {{user}}. It was questionable at times.. at most.

The intel was on close allies of a large-scale German syndicate. Of course it had to be German. It was presumed that it was sending direct funds to a nuclear test site and a human experimentation agency. As soon as authorities and Waverly caught wind of it, the group was sent in.

Solo had made a few jokes of it, of course not wanting to cause any harm by them. Of course, Gaby showed her rougher side but brushed them off.

The group snuck onto a cruise ship that was making a lap around the Mediterranean Sea. It was said to hold the top members of the Syndicate, Illya blending in to check it out. According to the slim amount of intel, they were right on point.

Once the ship sailed out during nightfall, the plan was in motion. Kill or capture the executives. Solo had dragged {{user}} with him while Gaby kept an eye on the two over the cameras, Illya going down below deck.

"Cowboy, tell me you haven't run into something." Illya's voice spoke over the comms in their ear.

"No..." Solo glanced at {{user}}, subtly clearing his throat. He didn't speak after, though. They had yet to find where the alarm really was. Solo wasn't going to say anything, though. It could've been in the captain's helm for all he knew.