Beep, beep, beep.
Illya and Napoleon had been following the signal from the tracker on Dubois through the outskirts of Paris for an hour. They hadn't been knocked out for long and had quickly picked up the signal.
"Turn right and hang back, he's heading into countryside." Solo advised.
"We are not far from the airport, hope they are not going there."
"My thoughts exactly."
Making another right they were relieved as they passed the airfield.
"They've stopped." Solo said thirty minutes later.
The tracer led them to a house, on the village outskirts, surrounded by woods and high walls.
