He heard the voice of Chang Yanmei coming close, this time it was not soft and seductively threatening has it had been earlier. Now it sounded like the shriek of a shrew, a whine like a spoiled child when not getting it's way.

Illya had to admit when he first saw the woman, he found her exotic appearance attractive but the more words he heard come out of her mouth, the more he became disgusted. She was definitely not a well-mannered Oriental woman.

"What you do you mean this man is not Eddie Caldwell? Why would he lie? He was there at that meeting in the Mayor's office. What other reason would he be permitted there if not to cover the story as he said." Yanmei's voice went up in pitch.

Yīnwèi tā shì Napoleon Solo, U.N.C.L.E. Jì_because he is Napoleon Solo, an U.N.C.L.E. agent."

"Tā shì yīgè sǐrén! Wǒ jiāng zhíxíng duì tā de líng Chior lǐng T'che zìjǐ, shǐ tā huàn shàngle hěn cháng shíjiān_he is a dead man! I will perform the Ling Chior Leng T'che on him myself and make him suffer for a long time! Bring that bái guǐ_white ghost to the back of the warehouse. I will fetch my knife." She smiled viciously."And will delight in slicing him to pieces but I will leave his tongue for last so he can scream for mercy."

Illya suddenly felt a cold tingling shiver go down his spine. This woman personified evil. He had seen and dealt with many bad people in his lifetime but only a few deserved that title. His thoughts went back to the Nazis that ran Syrets, the concentration camp outside of Kyiv where as a child he had witnesser so many atrocities. He remembered those men, and Chang Yanmei possessed that same look in her eyes that they had. It was cold, emotionless and single minded.

Illya knew in his heart he would probably have to kill this woman if there was a confrontation. There would be no darting her. No, not this one. He had allowed that svoloch' Vasily Krantrishvasili * to live long enough by his own hand, but Yanmei was not a cowardly animal like him, she was vicious thing and could not be permitted to live.

He pulled the clip of live rounds from his pocket, switching it for the one filled with sleep darts, then followed the henchmen to where Solo was being held. They led him to a door at the rear of the warehouse, and he peeked inside after they had entered.

Napoleon seemed unharmed, but was now chained to the wall with his hands suspended above his head.

"Let's go you nèi guǐ. Chang Yanmei knows who you are now and that makes you a dead man."

"Excuse me, but I don't speak Chinese, what is a nèi guǐ?" Napoleon asked calmly.

"That mean you a spy," the other said in broken English.

"Spy?" Solo laughed. "Hey you got it all wrong buddy, I'm a reporter."

As Illya continued to listen in, he suddenly felt the cold metal of a gun being pressed against the nape of his neck.

"Drop that weapon!" Yangmei hissed at him.

Illya tossed the carbine and the guns from his belt, before she shoved him into the room with Napoleon, Tien's brother and her men. "You fools, you had another one spying on you! Chain him with his friend."

Illya knew he could not let that happen, and lashed out at her, knocking the Chinese type 77 pistol from her hand, then spun around kicking her, sending her flying back, slamming against the wall behind her.

He continued his spin, driving himself into the air kicking into Yangmei's man who was charging at him, connecting with his foot to chin, and sending him down for the count.

Napoleon kicked up his legs, latching on to the second lackey, putting him in a scissor hold until he passed out.

"Glad to see you found me tovarisch." He smiled.

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* ref " The Dancing in the Dark Affair"