Piece of cake [AU - Andere Zeit - fürs Team]

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Team: Ravenclaw
Challenge: AU - Andere Zeit - fürs Team
Titel: Piece of cake
Fandom: The Man from Uncle (bräuchte einen Tag hierfür)
Charaktere: Illya Kuryakin, Napoleon Solo, Gaby Teller
Wörter: 430
Sprache: Englisch
Anmerkung: Ein Neuzeit AU, also eigentlich so ziemlich das, was man gewohnt ist, nur ein wenig mehr Hightech ;)

“Hurry up, Cowboy,” Illya grumbled, tipping his toes and crossing his arms. They stood in front of a huge safe while Napoleon was working on opening it.
“Perfection needs its time, Peril.”
“That we don’t have,” Gaby reminded them through the earpiece. “The alarms are only off for two more minutes. So hurry up, boys.”

Illya raised an eyebrow and smirked triumphantly at Napoleon. “You heard the woman. Hurry up, Cowboy.”
A charming smile was playing around the corner of Napoleon’s mouth while opening the heavy door. “Step all in,” he said and made a welcoming gesture with his hand.

“You disabled the alarm this time?” Illya teased with a smile.
“Of course! There is no way-” He was cut off by a loud alarm going off.
“You were saying?”

“Guys, this was my bad. Someone overwrote my command,” Gaby informed them. “They are good. I suggest you get the hell out of there immediately.”
“We still need to get the flash drive,” Illya muttered and turned to Napoleon. “Hurry up, Cowboy,” he said again.
“Give me 30 seconds.” Napoleon rushed inside the vault.

Illya secured the entrance to the vault so that Napoleon could do what he could do best and Illya did what he could best. He knocked out two guards before Napoleon appeared next to him again. “Got it. Let’s get out of here.”

Napoleon led the way and Illya followed but soon they were surrounded from all sides. “I hate this part,” Napoleon muttered, standing back to back with Illya. “Any good ideas?”
“I take these, you take others.”

“Take your earpieces out. I have a diversion for you. Will only hold a second though. You have to get out there fast,” Gaby’s voice sounded in their ears. “Take them out now.”
Illya and Napoleon did what she said and a little moment after all the guards were crying out in pain, holding their own ears, probably hearing a very high-pitched sound. The both spies only nodded at each other before starting to run.

They managed to get out of the building without much more trouble. Here and there they knocked out another guard but soon they were sitting in Gaby’s truck.
“A piece of cake, just as I told you,” Napoleon leaned back in his seat.
“You and me have very different views, Cowboy,” Illya grumbled with his russian accent but smiled nevertheless.
“Hey, guys, don’t cheer yet. We still need to get this thing out of the country and to Waverly.”
“Oh, this will be a piece of cake too, I’m sure of it.”