Don't even try. The voice warns the Russian blond. He tries to turn to the side to see the face of the person pointing a gun at him, positioned on his lower back, but couldn't see it. The voice is a little husky but it is definitely a woman's.
He slightly turns his head to look around and saw a man tied in chair his mouth in a loose gag. Napoleon Solo. Who can catch CIA's finest? He thinks to himself.
Move and I'll blow your spine, Russian.
You got to Cowboy? How did you do it?
You wanna know? Or do you want me to show you? She tuts at his slightest movement, the flex of his muscle. No, no. I said no moving or I'm going to cripple you.
Who are you?
Somebody who's going to take this blueprint from you and leave you here with Solo.
Who are you? I want to know woman who beat CIA's finest agent.
Ah, and the one who also got KBG's best. She haughtily replied.
What is your name?
It doesn't matter. Just always think it was a girl who wrecked your perfect record. Kuryakin. She says his name with a bit of contempt. With that, she shoots the gun and he felt pressure injecting on his lower back. A few seconds later, Illya Kuryakin's vision is spinning and his muscles feeling weak. He slumps to the ground to find his newfound nemesis to be a small brunette approaching the American and hitting his head with the butt of her tranq gun putting him as well to sleep.
AN: please review if you stumble on this thing :)