In their all black military gear and their armalite's in hand, Peggy and Nallya scouted the surface of the island avoiding the cameras that are hidden by the grass.

"Carter. North, North West and North East are clear. I placed the two static bombs for full coverage on the that quarter and it should reach the ones at the entrance. It goes live in 5 minutes."Nallya cautiously walks behind the marked cameras.

"Copy. I'm heading your direction now."

"Meet you in the middle.. And Peggy?"

"What?"

"Watch out for the foxhole." Nallya gave a short, mirthless laugh staring at the aftermath on her uniform as she walked toward the middle of the island.

Looking around with the gun secure on her hold, Nallya made sure that nobody else was on the island all the while avoiding the cameras that aren't fast enough to detect her movements in the dark. So when she felt something that definitely wasn't grass brush against her back, she automatically sweeped them by the legs earning a deep groan.

".. Napoleon?" Nallya takes her foot off of his chest and Napoleon gives her a proud ditzy smile.

"At your service."He replied, but Nallya didn't hear it because she started looking around for his partner as expected. Deafening silence fell before she realized that they might have also split up to cover more ground.

"Oh no. Illya." On cue, the sound of a woman's war cry was followed by a bomp and a muted whump.

Nallya quickly assists Napoleon to his feet and started sprinting to the direction and arrived early enough to see Peggy's foot on Illya's throat.

"Wait! Don't shoot, it's Illya." Peggy lifts the firearm and takes a good look at his face.

"You two.. are not supposed to be here. Mr.Solo is supposed to be healing and you are supposed to be watching him." Peggy eventually lifts the choke and gives Illya a hand.

"We are here already. I think the wiser choice would be to debrief us."

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In the manor after Peggy and Nallya left

Illya was reading a book in his room, trying to ignore the fact that he knows the women left the manor for a mission. It was their job after all and Illya knew they were just following orders.

Illya was reading a russian copy of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov at the part where Charlotte finds Humbert's journal and confronts him about it. He thought that the general idea of liking or lusting over someone who was old enough to consent fully without regret or being manipulated was a good idea. That was the only point in the book he agreed on. Illya just thought that Humbert was a real creep the rest of the book. That was when a knock on the door interrupted his mental commentary.

"It is open." The door creaks open slowly and Illya wasn't surprised to see Napoleon in his Black Ops gear. Which Illya pretended to not notice.

"What are you reading, Hot stuff."

"Lolita."

"I see... Though Humbert is a bit of an eldritch man, don't you agree?" Illya snaps the book close. Napoleon leans on the door frame.

"Very much so." There was a pause, not an awkward one, but the type that occurs when gears turn. Pretend turn in this case.

"I am intrigued. Why are you out of bed?" Illya tilts his head to the side.

"I assumed you knew that our comrades are gone."Napoleon motioned to Illya's current state in his bed; tucked in with a book in hand.

"You assumed, right. I was debating whether it was appropriate to follow them on their own mission." Illya puts the book on the nightstand and throws the quilt off of him revealing his uniform.

"However, Breaking rules seems to be the trend when you're around."Napoleon whistles slyly.

"You knew I was going to come after them, did you?"

"I learned from experience."

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"Alright. Brief Synopsis: Everybody is down there and they're in the process of reproducing little me's. We have to stop that. Destroy the machine and drop these babies in my blood." Nallya pulls out a film cannister and flashes them the pills.

"what are those?"

"Phenol capsules, Illyushenka. Phenol capsules.You drop these on where they keep any of my blood" Nallya gives Napoleon a cannister and tosses one to Illya, who promptly inspects it.

"You put the capsules into what container has your blood and when it breaks down, it would not pair well with the adenine unlike thymine. This will damage the DNA by mutating it, making it non-replicable or stable. That is very perceptive." Peggy was awed by this.

"Thank you for elaborating. As I was saying.. it wouldn't be too hard, but we also need to extract two people. One being Saoirse and the other I would never have guessed."

"Who?"Napoleon asked

"Philip."

"Council-Philip?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Perhaps we can discuss that after all of this because we have-" Nallya flicks her arm to see the time.

"Two and a half minutes until the cameras are disarmed. We have to swim under to get to the entrance and there are a few there. Though we have to be quick because the cameras go back on at exactly 20 minutes after the static bombs are activated."

"Shall we get to it? I feel we're falling a little behind on schedule." Peggy informs as she walked towards the edge of the water.

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The suction on the door made a hiss before it was completely opened, making sure there were no water left on the chamber before somebody comes in to the hallway. The cameras were off in time and this gives the group about 15 minutes to infiltrate the base and retrieve the subjects. The group split into partners to occupy more floors of the evergoing hallways and levels of the underground base. Napoleon was with Nallya when they heard the sound of feet marching and stopping to do a count off. Nallya put her arm out to stop Napoleon from being seen.

"NOLL"

"TVÅ."

"TRE"

"FYRA"

"Is it just me or is this a bit too Sound of Music to you."

"This does not sound like music. It sounds like oncoming death."

"Oh."

"Besides it's not like they are counting in German or English. That would make much more sense." Napoleon agreed nodding. The counting stopped and the marching started again.

"Very true." Both their earpieces crackled before a hushed voice came in.

"We found them."

"Get them somewhere safe. We'll get the blood." There was silence on the other end, then shuffling.

"A little problem there. One of them is kind of... dead." Peggy's words were hesitant, but she delivered nonetheless. Before Nallya could respond, Napoleon pulls her into the room and closed the door as quickly and gently as possible without attracting any attention.

Napoleon put a hand over her mouth and watched the shadows slowly pass through the light at the bottom of the door. When they were both sure the officers were gone, Nallya pulled Napoleon's hand down from her mouth.

"That was not necessary." She glared at him.

"My apologies. Force of habit."

"What, did you also kidnap people?"

"Just aware of what ex-assassins can do when spontaneously pulled into a room... Ms.Carter you were saying?" The earpieces came back to life as Peggy responded.

"McGrath is dead. We only have Mr.Helmsley, who is currently passed out."

Nallya sighs defeated.

"That's fine. Carry on with the plan, we're a floor up from the dropping point." She waves off, ignoring the fact that they couldn't see the gesture.

"I still don't.. so the three of you are not the königs? You are spies? "

"We are spies, who's cover are the Königs. Which technically is still us." Napoleon responded. The line goes silent and muffled footsteps were heard from the other side of the conversation. Until it passes, Illya and Peggy put their hand off over the microphone/earpieces.

"We have to get moving. The guards are frequenting in this area more and more. We will meet you as soon as we get Philip somewhere safe."

"Got it. Don't die."

"I am not that easy to get rid off, cowboy."

Napoleon just chuckled at that. The comms came off and Nallya started going for the door before Napoleon had the chance to stand up.

"They're gone. We need to move now. "

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"it should be somewhere here. I'll get the ones on the left and you go right. Meet you in the middle."
Nallya hands Napoleon a cannister to go through with the plan. They'd managed to damage the five containers attempting to duplicate her dna and was down to three left in the more compromising parts of the structure. They were sure that they were about to be killed off because the cameras went back live five minutes before they got to the last few vessels.

"See you on the other side."

"Yeah."

The two split up.

Nallya's P.O.V.

After splitting up, I headed for the left side corridor to break whatever was left of my blood. The ones in my veins were pulsing to my heart as I try to push out irrational paranoia during the mission. The hallway was dark, which was odd for a fairly active establishment full of 'military' personnel and not-so-secret agents.

The walls were white, almost like every hospital hallway ever known to mankind. The very dim light bounced off of it and created a rather unhelpful path for me. With a pistol in one hand and a knife on the other, I scrutinized every square inch of what I was walking into minimalizing the chances of anything going wrong.

All I have to do is drop the capsules and we can go rest. Usually, the missions didn't last for weeks. But everything we'd done since the mission started, were all connected to one big hand waiting to turn on us.

One of the doors creaked, and I whipped my gun on that direction. My god was I so naive to think of it as anything but a distraction. A bag was pulled over my head and as a reaction, I threw my head back with enough force to knock whoever was behind me cold or atleast out of balance. I pulled the sack off of my head and pointed the gun at the bleeding man before me.

"What the- no. No no no." I put my foot down on his chest to keep him from doing anything and started the comms hoping everybody else's was on.

"ИЛЬЯ. СОВЕТ РАБОТАЕТ ДЛЯ НИХ."(ILLYA. THE COUNCIL WORKS FOR THEM.)

"HE IS A TR-" The loud gunshot rang through the hallway making me look down at the St.Ives council member with his gun up on me. There were only two of us.

I didn't feel anything. Not a burning sensation, not any pain at all. Though the ringing in my ears told me something out of my control is about to happen. It had been too long since the last episode and I could feel it build over with my eyesight going dark.

"You should not have done that." I felt myself drop my foot on the armed hand harshly giving a pleasant crack under my boot. I put the pistol and combat knife away and bring over the Armalite hanging on my back and fire at will. I didn't stop until I was satisfied. Which was me emptying the whole clip on one man out of anger.

"I think you have something in your face." I satirized. I put a new clip and put the gun back behind me.

I hear rushed footsteps behind me and I turn around to see Napoleon with a worried look over his usual smug face. He slows down an arm's length away.

"I thought you got killed."

NORMAL P.O.V.

"Uh.. that looks permanent." Napoleon motioned to the unrecognizable puddle of goop.

"Probably. We have to get to Margaret and Illya. The council is part of this."

"How about the Swedish admiral?"

"Mr.Waverly is sending a dispatch team at o-two-hundred to take care of that and interrogate him."
The pause between them gave Napoleon time to look over Nallya to which he spotted the growing patch of blood under her right rib. She didn't seem to care or notice that she had a bullet in her.

"You're bleeding. We have to get you somewhere safe."

"I am fine. We need to get to the last blood."

"We have to get you somewhere safe first." Nallya's stubbornness was worse than Napoleon and Illya's combined. He wondered how Gaby dealt with them during Berlin and Rome.

"No. We- Need. To. Get. To. Last. Blood." Though Nallya didn't intend to be virulent with her words, Napoleon needed to understand that her life did not matter as much as destroying what could potentially be something 10 times as hostile as her violent behaviour. She tried to walk back to the intersection, but she swayed. Napoleon caught her before she completely lost her balance.

"I really don't understand what is with the two of you always needing to act indestructible.. You're going to die of all that bleeding. You are losing a lot of blood. You are a human being and human beings tend to die when losing blood." Napoleon aided her as they walked towards the direction of the last container of blood. Nallya didn't feel good, but she'd rather die than admit she's in pain especially infront of Napoleon, who she's supposed to be protecting from any more injuries. She didn't see it as something dignifying to tell him that he's right. So she just nods and let him help her.

"Did you just agree?"

"We do not speak of this."

"Yes, ma'am."He humored. Nallya appreciated that.

They walk down the hall as fast as they can and found the last cylinder two floors above where Nallya got shot. It was a glass room that looked too abandoned for any of their liking.

"Spooky...." Nallya muttered, shrugging off Napoleon's helping arm. She wobbles toward the frames to take a quick look inside before going completely in, she felt herself hit a hard wall on the turn and the panic clicking of guns started.

"Easy there, Red."

"I could have shot you. Everything done. Peggy and philip are on surface... you've been shot." Illya's expression turned more stern.

"Oh no.. you did not get the message. She might be in trouble ."Nallya turns around to leave the room as soon as possible but Illya stopped her.

"You are bleeding. Stop moving." She rips her arm off his grip.

"I'll be fine! Peggy would not if he reaches to his people!" Napoleon reaches to his comm and checks in if Peggy had hers on.

"Agent Carter?" No answer.

"Agent Carter, are you there?" Light static started before a muffled reply can be heard on the earpiece.

"The. -too far. Don't. Signal. Interru- lines."Her reply was cut off by bits and pieces, but she sounded fine then. Thinking for a moment, he figured she had probably caught military lingo from both the U.S. Military and Britain's. The Royal Marines is his best bet.

"We've, a certain, situation. See the essence with you, isn't a civvy. Thinning out is the best way to not get zapped... " Napoleon made sure to say the words with a little delay so that the words wouldn't be missing in his sentence even if it got choppy on the other end. Little to no time his comms started again.

"Understood." On the other line, Peggy takes her finger off of the mic and turns back to the wandering Philip.

"The chopper is on it's way and you'll be back home in no time. You need not to worry." She gave him a fake sympathetic smile which Philip took.

"Now stay here, so they can spot you. I'll scout the perimeter and I'll yell out if it's clear. Understood?" Philip nodded to this.

Peggy was worried that he genuinely had no idea that the council of St.Ives were a part of a diabolical plot. He seemed harmless to her, too afraid and innocent, even. Though she couldn't bring herself to believe he was part of something that endangers people, she still put him on the line for her serving Team's safety and the rest of the world.

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"Don't you think that this place is suspiciously... empty? We eliminated a lot of people, but are not coming in continuous wave-"

Guns clicking and surrounding the three interrupted Nallya's thought.

"I think, perhaps, that you have spoken too soon."

They were surrounded by eight sailors who looked like they crawled out of Vigour and Beefcake magazine.... if Vigour and Beefcake decided to add real firearms in their photoshoots that is.

"Drop your weapons! Hands where we can see them!"

"I am tired.... And bleeding. Your mothers ever told you not to irritate a woman who is bleeding?"

"I said drop 'em, Lady! Now!" Illya and Nallya looked at each other knowingly and then at Napoleon. All agreed to drop the weapons at the same time to divert the sailors' attention to the dropping weapons until Nallya sweeped one of them by the feet before the guns even hit the floor.

Upon the man's impact on the ground with the firearms, Nallya took advantage of the situation, and their size, and manipulated it into her own; feeding on the men's distraction and tendency to be in too much awe to act quickly. She grabs the first one to react by the arm he tried to deliver a punch with and pulled him in simultaneously jumped, wrapping her legs around his neck for a sure take down and a broken cervical bones. She flips her knife open and bring it down the man approaching her's clavicle and made a cracking noise followed by a swish that made a clean cut to the next man's larynx.

Illya watched with his arms crossed over his chest along with the stupefied bunch infront of him. Napoleon was counting how many seconds she'd be able to wipe all of them out. So far she's taken down four in under a minute.

The other three finally caught on to what was happening and tried to fight the two men who were with Nallya instead. Illya lifted his finger and wagged it as a warning.

"Not good idea." He advised while chuckling, but of course they did not listen.

"Oh no, you annoying bastards are not getting away that easy." She breathed out. All three looked at her. She smirked as they lined up perfectly.

"Cherry on top." Winking, she pulled a .44 magnum from her right thigh holster stand-off style and pulled the trigger. Nallya finally catches her breath and hold unto her bleeding side.

" I still don't get how you let us catch you the first time we met." Napoleon deadpanned, trying not to fawn over how impressive her actions were. It reminded him of a certain giant trying to stop his car in Berlin.

"I wanted to be found." She rolled her shoulder.

Loud and clear, their earpieces were activated with the unmistakable voice of their new and most likely permanent superior.

"UNCLE, are you there?"

"Yes, Mr.Waverly." Nallya answered.

"Good. We have the lot surrounded and we've extracted Mr.Helmsley and Agent Carter safely and your bosses are in custody."

"The St.Ives council are in on it." Napoleon piped.

"Oh indeed, they are. Agent Teller got them behind our bars.. as for Mr.Helmsley, I'm afraid that the young man is as innocent as he appears."

"He was not lying when he said that Saoirse was shot infront of him... how about the Swedish Admiral? "

"Currently being questioned by our men, Mr. Kuryakin... and if you could get to the surface immediately, that would be ideal. Your new partner there is not looking too good." The three exchanged confused looks.

"You can see us?"

"We have visuals from the camera on top of what I presume is the door." They all looked up and there was, in fact, a camera.

They wave at it.