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Chapter 7

In the underground laboratory, Gaby did not lose detail of the explanations her father and other scientist gave on nuclear warheads in which they were working. Victoria and Alexander Vinciguerra had kidnapped or bribed many bright minds to help them in their harebrained plans, and worst of all, now they were able to become an even greater threat.

She knew she had to stop what was going on, but it wouldn't be easy, in addition to rescue her father. Not that it was because she wanted to be a family again, but there were other reasons.

"What is this for?" Asked the young woman pointing to a small control panel.

"It is a synchronization system," explained the other scientist, younger than her father, and very bright. "This way," he continued pushing a button, "the two nuclear warheads are connected at close range so that if one fails the other is able to reach the target." The lights of both bombs were turned on at the same time and Gaby trembled.

She knew she had to do something to avoid the bombs fall into the wrong hands, and destroy them if necessary to delay Alexander and Victoria Vinciguerra's plans, but it would not be easy. However, her eyes met those of her father and he silently transmitted the message to her to distract his colleague. Gaby, in an almost innocent way, hit a metal tray full of tools that fell to the ground causing a huge scandal, and the other scientist bent down to pick all up as she quickly apologized. Udo took the opportunity to exchange the bomb's lenses and stored the authentic into his pocket.

"You don't know how sorry I am." She apologized again.

Gaby and her father looked around to make sure no one noticed the exchange, but although they made it, the joy did not last long. Victoria walked into the lab and demanded Professor Teller to place the correct lens in its place. He had to do it but the worst was yet to come. She knew the German scientist delayed on purpose in a vain attempt to gain time, but Victoria wouldn't allow it.

"Take her." She ordered the guards and two of them grabbed Gaby despite her father's attempts to stop them. "You have twenty minutes to assemble the bomb or I will kill your daughter. And do not be stupid to believe that I will not."

Udo Teller was left with no choice but to get to work at a good pace to do what he was told. He may have spent years without seeing his daughter but he would never allow anything bad to happen to her. He did what has to be done, assembling the warhead properly, and then handing the recordings of the whole process to her.

"It is done."

Victoria put her coffee cup down on the table and looked at her wristwatch. "And with three minutes to spare." After collecting the recordings and giving one to her husband, she stared at the scientist.

"Where is Gaby?"

"She will be joining you shortly." And without blinking she grabbed her gun and shot him in the head.

The echo of a gunshot rang startling the girl who remained locked in a cold stone cell. With the only company of a dirty pillow, she feared the worst but it wasn't the time for regrets. She had to find a way out of there when someone suddenly appeared and opened the door.

"We are leaving." The last thing she wanted was to go with Alexander but she had no choice when he grabbed her arm and led her away.

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After the phone call in which Illya received orders from his superior, he spoke with Waverly about what would happen next.

"I thought the British remained outside of this investigation." The Russian spy said looking at the man who had become his boss, at least until the mission was over.

"Well, we are all concerned," he joked, "a nuclear bomb in the wrong hands is not exactly something we can ignore. Also, my agent is working from within and I must make sure she completes the mission and returns safely." Agent? Illya knew nothing of another agent, but there was the chance that the British did not inform about all the sources to possible enemies. "We all appreciate Gaby. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't like that."

"Gaby…?"

"Yes, she works for me. I recruited her by myself but she couldn't reveal her identity until…"

"She betrayed me!"

"Yes, because I told her to." He said no more, as if it were nothing. Illya was about to lose control as it used to happen, and that little man who spoke to him would end up paying the consequences. "To rescue Professor Udo Teller is an important part of the mission, and who better to do it than his own daughter? I know you feel betrayed, Kuryakin, but you are blaming the wrong person. Think about it, but do it fast because we are about to land."

Illya looked out the window and couldn't believe his eyes. "What is that?!" He asked surprised.

"An aircraft carrier, Kuryakin."

After assembling a team of military, speedboats travelled to the island the Vinciguerra owned and where Gaby had been taken to meet her father. Illya now understood many things, and although he was still angry about what happened, he couldn't blame her anymore. Everything was planned long before they met, by the brilliant but strange mind of Alexander Waverly, and now it was the Russian who had to take care of get her back.

He wouldn't return without her.

Shooting from water they got rid of most of the guards watching the perimeter, giving Illya the opportunity to access to the underground laboratory in search of Gaby. He met several more guards, who got rid of easily, and walking into the lab he found the lifeless body of Udo Teller. He saw a picture and quickly identified him.

"Looks like we found doctor Teller." Said one of the military who accompanied him, a young man with dark hair and blue eyes who seemed to be having a good time.

"The bomb was here." Kuryakin answered after using a device capable of detecting residual radiation. Illya did not wait for an answer before leaving and getting rid of two more guards, without using weapons but his bare hands. The young man looked at him disappear down a narrow hallway and then began inspecting the room. It seemed he was looking for something specific but the screens connected to the security cameras caught his attention.

"Kuryakin." He said using the radio.

"I'm here."

"I'm seeing Miss Teller. Alexander Vinciguerra has her and the bomb, and are about to leave."

Illya ran in the right direction but the Jeep with Alexander and Gaby was already in its way. He did not think twice and climbed on the motorcycle to follow them. He was used to drive all kind of vehicles but the ground was not making it easy. He could see them and was following them but he would need a new plan to rescue her.

Gaby, handcuffed to the car, was unable to use her hands to get free or turn the wheel so the Jeep crushed. She had to do something or that lunatic sitting next to her would get away with a nuclear warhead to sell. She struggled to break the handcuffs but it was impossible, besides Alexander gave him a dirty look and she stopped. He might kill her right there and then nothing would have a solution anymore.

Gaby needed to see Illya again. She had to explain many things.

The same young man who was inspecting the lab followed Illya and the Jeep with another vehicle, but he was still far. Illya would reach them before but with a motorcycle he wouldn't be able to stop them.

Gaby saw in the rearview mirror another vehicle approaching them and prayed it was Illya, but her hopes broke when she saw the driver. It wasn't him because he would probably wasn't even looking for her. He'd already found out that she betrayed him and it wasn't worth saving her.

Crossing the river, and water flooding everything, she thought it was the end, and when they reached the other side and couldn't see the other car she knew she was alone. She had to escape somehow, but…

A motorcycle came out of nowhere, standing next to the driver's side and Gaby finally saw him.

"Illya…" She muttered.

The KGB spy grabbed his gun and shot at the front wheel of the Jeep, causing it to lose control momentarily. It wasn't enough and Alexander took the opportunity and turned the wheel sharply, hitting the motorcycle and causing Illya to fall downhill.

"Illya!" Gaby shouted desperate after seeing the accident. She turned her head and saw the other car next to them. Looked at the driver and saw his lips moving. He was warning her to hold tight, and as soon as she did the Jeep was strongly hit until it crashed.

It had started raining when Illya regained consciousness but could barely move. The motorcycle fell on him and trying to get it off was proving to be more complicated. But he couldn't stay there when Gaby was in danger, so trying hard, he got it off slowly.

Gaby opened her eyes and saw a young man trying to free her, and after several attempts he succeeded. He got her out of the crashed car, dragging her by the wet ground and laying her down to look at the wound on her head. "My name is Napoleon Solo. Calm down, I'm with the good ones." He joked.

"Solo!" She cried when Alexander was running to him with a metal bar in his hand. The young man had no time to react, and received a blow to the head. He tried to stand but Alexander kept kicking him. Gaby jumped on him but he got rid of her easily, throwing her to the ground. She could hardly move anymore, and she wouldn't be able to help him. She saw the gun in the Italian man's hands and was about to shoot Solo, but footsteps behind him stopped him.

Illya, proving once again his superhuman strength, threw the part of the motorcycle that fell on him against Alexander, surprising him but not forcing him to drop the gun. Illya knew he needed to be faster so he grabbed his knife and stabbed him in the stomach, making him bleed from the mouth seconds after falling down. He died instantly and his eyes still open, but the Russian did not stay to watch.

"Everything okay?" He asked the young man on the ground and bleeding from the head.

"I'll be okay, Peril." He answered kidding, but Illya ignored him.

Gaby was laying down on the ground, trembling, and he bent next to her, holding her to check if she was okay and trying to pick her up. He was still hurt and carrying her would be a great effort, but at least he would try.

"Gaby…"

"Illya…I'm sorry…" She couldn't finish the sentence when a helicopter was about to land close to them. Waverly was the first to get out followed by several men who were coming to help.

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