Chapter 2: The Mission
"Good morning everyone. Hope you all rested well last night," he said as he passed around a file. "His name is John Born. He is a British businessman, he is a math and science genius as well. He is also one of our agents, but he's gone rouge. No one has heard from him in the last 48 hours. Born has a warehouse here in the city, we will need to go in and get some important files. We are not sure if he's been kidnapped or if has traded sides. But in the meantime, we need to clean house a little." He laid down the blueprints. "The place is locked up pretty well. From the outside, it looks like a regular building but inside, there are a lot of locks you will have to go through. Be sure to be prepared for those Solo." "Got it" "other than that, it should be a simple, in and out job. , you will be the driver for the night. In case, something goes wrong, which it shouldn't. We will meet here again in the morning." Waverly left.
Later that night, Illya came to Solos room with all his gear. Illya set his things down and then Gaby came out from the bathroom. She wore a sweater and tight black pants with her hair tied up. "Do I look like a driver?" She joked. He walked up to her, every time he did that, her breath always shortened. He put his hat on her head. "There, now you look like driver" he gave her a small smile. She smiled nervously, her hands were shaking again. He touched her hand. "Don't be scared, I'll be close by." She took a breath and nodded as she looked into his blue eyes. "Ready?" Solo interrupted, of course. This made both of them throw down their hands. "Let's go," Illya said as he looked at Gaby with a small smile. She nodded because she took that as, "everything will be fine," she fixed the hat and followed right behind them.
The guys had been in the building for a while now, Gaby's grip was tightening on the wheel as she started to worry. She heard shots fired. She turned on the car and waited, soon she sees Solo and Illya come around the back and they jump in the car, she speeds off. "What happened back there?" She said, concentrating on the road. "Born was there, along with some of his friends. Bastard is a traitor, a secret-selling bastard. Illya, let me see," Illya let out a groan "Illya?" Gaby said in a worried tone. She heard Solo rip some material from his jacket. "You'll have to pay me back for this," he joked as he wrapped the wound tightly. "Does he need a doctor?" "Just take us back to the hotel, Waverly will know what to do." They got to the hotel. "Wait here, I'll get Waverly." Solo went upstairs, trying not to seem out of place as people walked by. Gaby turned around as saw Illya holding his arm over his wound, his hand covered in blood. "Illya," she climbed over into the back seat. She helped him press down the wound, there was so much blood. "I'm fine, it's just a scratch." "Shut up." She was trying to hold back her tears. "Gaby," he held her hand with the hand that was holding down his wound. "It'll be okay илая моя (MIlaya Moyna)" Solo came back with a jacket. "Let's go" he pulled Illya out of the car and covered him over with the jacket, so it wouldn't look as noticeable. "We'll take him the back way," they both supported him and Waverly was back there waiting. They quickly took him upstairs, if people saw them, they just pretended Illya was drunk. They got to Waverlys room. He had all his tools out already. "I got this, you guys need to go. You aren't suppose to be in this room." "We aren't leaving," Gaby said. "Let's go Gaby." Solo held her arm softly but guided her strongly enough to point that they really needed to leave. "He will be fine." She felt a tight pull in her chest, the facts were hard to swallow, but she knew they were both right, "its for the mission," she thought, she left with Solo, her steps never felt so heavy.
илая моя-my darling