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. Illya and {{user}} stuck together while Gaby kept an eye on the two, Solo cutting the alarm to prevent civilian panic.

Illya and {{user}} went to the lower deck and met with a large, pitch black storage area. They stayed back to back with each other while Gaby had to stay behind. She was "Captain Gaby of the Getaway Jet" Solo commended her. She obviously didn't take it as seriously as sarcastically Solo claimed her to be.

As Illya and {{user}} made their way below the cargo deck, the lights were dim, making it all feel eerie. Shadows moved, from the faint sunlight up top, or from hostiles, it took Illya an uncomfortable second longer to identify.

"If something touches you, punch it." The Russian declared, hand already firm around his side arm.