Solo had his attention just for a second drawn to the frozen picture on the projection wall.
One second had been enough for the man to come out and point the gun at him.
He had frozen as he had felt the barrel of the gun pressed against his skull.
In his mind he had scolded himself for being so reckless.
Damn this wasn't his first rodeo and it was certainly not the first time someone had pointed a gun to his head.

„Do you like what you see?" The man behind him had purred and Solo knew the man referred to the picture in front of them.

The frozen one.
It must have been from a movie.
Frozen so they would see it.
Just for them.
To get under their skin.

„Is she your friend?" Solo had asked, playing stupid.

„Do you think I don't know who you are? Do you think I'm stupid?" The man snarled.

„I don't think you want my honest opinion on that!" Solo sighed and wondered where the Russian was when he was needed.

„Where is your Russian friend?" As if he had read his mind.

„Who?" Solo furrowed his brow.

„The tall Russian! Your partner! The one we hung with you, but apparently you two are too stupid to die!" The man spat.

Solo stiffened.
That man had been there when they got hung?
That bastard!

„Where is he?" The man drawled and Solo tried to pinpoint the weird accent.

„I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it's only me. I left the Russian drowning his sorrows at the local bar. I'm certain you will find him there. But I have to warn you if he gets drunk he can be quite cuddly!" He joked trying to buy more time.

The goon pressed the gun barrel harder to his head and Solo stiffened.
To his relief he heard a knock and a heavy thud as an unconscious body hit the floor.
Solo whirled around.
Illya towered over the body a disgusted look on his face.

„I get cuddly?" He asked mockingly as he raised his eyes to Solo.

The American shrugged and was just about to answer as he saw Illya's gaze wander behind him.
The Russian's eyes widened in shock and all color drained from his face.
Solo whirled around remembering the very picture that had nearly cost him his own life.

Huge hazel eyes stared back at them.
Wide with fear.
Her brown hair clung to the side of her face.
She had a split lip and her face looked battered.
Bruises in all size and color decorated it along with some cuts.
Around her throat was a purple necklace of fingerprints.
It was their friend no doubt.
Someone had halted the film just as they had zoomed in on her face.

Illya was frozen.
Unable to move.
Just the tapping of his finger gave him away.
Solo swore under his breath and stepped to the projector.
He turned it off.
He needed Peril.
Napoleon didn't want the Russian to fall in another fit.

Illya blinked unfocused.
Still dazed by the picture he just saw.
A muscle in his jaw started to tick and Napoleon stepped closer to his friend and grabbed his shoulder.

„Illya?! Focus! Do you hear me? He ..", he pointed at the man to Illya's feet, „he was there when they hung us" This brought Peril back and he looked down on the man.

„Bastard!" The Russian hissed, anger flaring in his eyes.

„He might can tell us where the people are who did this to her!"

Illya's head snapped up.

„I make him tell us!" He whispered and it ran ice cold down Solo's spine.

„I just have to remember to never getting on your bad side!" Solo sighed as he watched Peril half throw the unconscious man on to a chair like he was a puppet.

Napoleon helped him secure the goon to the chair and as Illya dissappeared Solo studied the man in front of him.
He couldn't remember him, but there had been a lot of people in the warehouse and most of the time he had his eyes closed and after the bright lights of the spotlights had been turned on, there had been no chance to see any faces.

Napoleon had just set fire to the film role as the goon came to himself, blinking into the fire.
Confused.
It took him a few seconds to realize he wasn't in a very good position and started to rip on his ties.

„I would leave that… it's no use!" Solo said stepping away from the smoldering fire.

He had decided it was better for them both to not look at the footage.
Remembering the phone call he had a few hours ago.

The goon glared at him. „Do you think I will talk to you?"

Solo sighed tiredly. „I give you one tip. You should. You know my Russian friend won't stop until you talk and he is quite good in getting out information he wants!" Like on cue Illya waltzed in.

„Ready to talk?" His accent thick and the threat rolling off of him in waves.

The goon sneared at him.

„As if I would talk to a filthy Russian!" He spat and glared at Illya, who ignored the man and arranged something on the table behind the goon.

„Do you want to know what we did to your little whore? How she screamed, beggin to stop?" Illya walked in front of the man, who glared up on the Russian his eyes full of hatred.

„She would never beg!", Illya spoke so quietly Solo had to strain his ears to hear something, „But you will!" The man's eyes widened slightly and somehow Solo felt a sliver of pity for the man.

„Where is she?" Illya asked casually.

The man laughed, but immediately howled in pain as Illya broke two of his fingers.

„Where is she?" He repeated calmly the question.

„Didn't you find her? We dumped her on the side of the road. We threw her out like garbage she was! Every idiot would find her. I thought you were supposed to be the best? " The man groaned, straightening in his chair.

„But before he killed her we had some fun with her", the goon wiggled his brows and Solo felt sick to the stomach, „I have to tell you that amazing body of hers is perfect to fuck…Aaaah!"

Snap!
His wrist was broken and the goon passed out.

„Peril?"

„I'm good, Cowboy!", Illya was breathing heavy, „I know he wants to get under my skin!" He turned to his partner.

„Do you think he will tell us something useful?" Solo watched the passed out man warily.

„No!", Illya shook his head and stepped behind the goon, „He will only throw things of Gaby at us. He might know nothing!" The Russian grumbled and Solo could see a syringe in his hand.

„Ehm… What are you doing?" Solo asked confused, half expecting the Russian to snap the man's neck.

„He will guide us to uncle Rudy!"

„How come?"

„Because I will implant tracker and then we let him go!"

„So you have like a glass full of those tiny trackers with you?" Solo starred at his partner. How come he had never seen or heard of such trackers.

„No, don't be ridiculous. I had three, but I have to call to get a new one for Gaby!" Solo blinked at his partner realization dawning on him.

„Wait… who did you implant the second tracker?"

Illya ignored him and shushed the American as the goon's eyelids fluttered.