The next morning, Illya and Napoleon slept late. They had slept in four hour shifts at first, but when dawn neared, they felt comfortable enough to sleep at the same time.

Napoleon showered and dressed, then proceeded to make breakfast while his partner took his shower. By the time Illya came into the dining area, he had made scrambled eggs to go with the ham and cornbread from the night before. There was also orange juice and coffee.

They finished eating and went outside to inspect the cabin's exterior and weren't surprised to see three sets of footprints and splintering of several logs where the creatures had slammed the walls. Silently they took in the scene and then went back inside.

Illya sat on the couch and sipped his coffee. "I believe that is our final warning," he said. "The next time we cross paths with the Sasquatch, they will attempt to kill us."

"I wish I could say you're wrong, but I don't think so. I don't think they'll be back here today, so we'll load up the truck's backseat and cargo box so we don't have to come back here at all. After that, we'll stay inside until five, then we'll drive to the road that parallels the one that goes to the cabin. We should get there just before sunset and by the time we walk to the cabin it should be just past dark. We'll sneak up and when the guards come out for their break, we'll overpower them and get inside. If April and Mark are correct and it's a counterfeiting lab, I'm thinking there won't be a heavy security presence. We'll round up the counterfeiters, collect the templates and paper and leave them as a tidy package for the FBI, unless Mr. Waverly wants us to do something else with them. After that, we'll rendezvous with April and Mark and stay in the RV until we can return the truck to the rental place and then, drive the hell out of here to Boise."

"That sounds good to me, Napoleon. I will be happy to see this place in the rearview mirror." The Russian finished his coffee and put the mug on the coffee table. "Napoleon…"

"Don't."

"Don't what? You do not know what I am about to say!"

"Oh, but I do, Partner Mine; I can read your mind. So, I'm just going to cut to the chase and agree with you: Yes, I'm your best friend as you are mine; yes, I'm your brother; I love you, too and yes, I accept your invitation to treat me to dinner at Peter Luger's Steakhouse when we return to New York."

"I think your mindreading went off the rails there for a bit."

"I think not. I can already taste my T-bone."

At five that afternoon, they got in the pickup to head to the road where they decided to leave the truck. The area outside Colville was so sparsely populated that they hadn't ever seen a vehicle on the main road and they didn't encounter any this time, either. Illya made the left on what he had begun to think of as "The Parallel Road."

They drove into the forest as far as they dared using the quickly fading sunlight. When they finally came to a halt, Illya cut the engine and they sat in the darkening woods, listening to the sounds of the approaching night. "I don't hear anything…unusual," Napoleon said after a few minutes.

"Neither do I. I only hear birds, insects and small creatures going about their business. We should probably get going."

They looked at each other for a brief unspoken conversation before rolling up the windows and exiting the vehicle. They slung their rifles and backpacks over their shoulders and secured their communicators in their shirts' chest pockets. They each had small penlights they planned to use to guide them towards the cabin without being seen.

They began to move and Napoleon was pleased to see that the underbrush was not as difficult to maneuver as he had feared, so they were reasonably quiet and able to keep a good pace at the same time. When the cabin came into view, they stopped approximately ten feet away from the tree line and hunkered down on either side of a large tree.

From this distance, they were able to note more details about it. The cabin wasn't just built directly in front of a hill, it was attached to it, which meant to them that their theory of an underground workspace was probably correct. From the tree line to the cabin was about thirty feet on both sides and the front. There was just the one door in front and a window on the side they could see. There was a light on, but they could see no movement.

Illya was about to reach for his binoculars when the door opened and two THRUSH soldiers stepped outside, rifles slung over their shoulders. One looked to be in his early to mid – twenties while the other seemed to be about their age. The younger of the two pulled a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. They were having a conversation that they couldn't hear, but the general tone seemed friendly and collegial.

Napoleon was thinking that perhaps they could dart them, run up to the entrance and make a frontal assault when Illya tapped him sharply on the arm. When he looked at the Russian, Illya made a gesture: Circling his forearm with his index finger raised that said to him, Check out what's going on around us!

He pulled his attention away from the THRUSHies and back onto the woods which were now eerily silent. He spared a glance back at the cabin. The guards were engrossed in their conversation and hadn't noticed that things had changed. The hair on the back of his neck began to stand. "I think the Sasquatch are on the move; they've realized we're here," he whispered.

They could both hear some massive things moving slowly through the woods off to their left. Napoleon estimated whatever they were (though in his heart, he knew it was Bigfoot) was between a quarter and half a mile away. Their position was fast becoming untenable; he had to decide and quickly what the next move should be. A noise off to their right decided him. "Follow my lead," he said as he stood.

"Hello! Hi!" he said as he and Illya stepped out from the trees. The guards, startled, whipped their guns off their shoulders and aimed at them. "Whoa, whoa, don't shoot! We got turned around in the woods and lost our way. I was thrilled when I saw your cabin lights." Napoleon had raised his hands, palms facing outward, to show he meant no harm as he and Illya moved closer.

"That's close enough!" the older guard barked. "You need to get out of here, now!"

"We would love to," Illya said, "but as my friend just told you, we do not know where we are. We were hoping you could help us."

The younger guard had lowered his rifle and said, "Sure, I'm real familiar with the woods; I can help you." He looked at his partner. "Relax, Charly."

Napoleon's mind was racing. There were still sounds coming from several directions that told him that more than one Bigfoot was moving into the area. Neither THRUSH seemed perturbed, they were probably used to hearing large animals moving around. Charly struck Napoleon as having been a THRUSH soldier for a while; he was naturally distrusting while the younger one seemed to genuinely want to help.

"Look, Ray, just give these guys their directions so they can get the hell outta here! I'd like to enjoy my break!"

Napoleon was only half – listening to Ray. His gut was telling him that the creatures were just beyond the tree line watching them and he was getting desperate because he knew as surely as he was standing there, that they were waiting for the right moment to attack. He realized the young man had stopped speaking and said, "Thanks. C'mon, Illya, let's go!"

Charly again pointed his rifle at them. "Hold it! 'Illya?' If he's Illya, you must be Napoleon! Ray, go get Joe and Rusty! You two, drop those guns and backpacks! Now!"

The agents carefully placed the rifles and bags on the ground as Ray returned with two more guards. "Guess who we have here, boys? The great UNCLE team of Solo and Kuryakin! Take them and their stuff downstairs; after I finish my break, I'll contact the Satrap Chief in Spokane to send someone to collect them."

Ray held them at gunpoint and used his rifle to direct them to the doorway while Joe and Rusty followed with the weapons and backpacks. As they were walked into the cabin, Napoleon caught Illya's eye and winked. A ghost of a grin flew across the Russian's face.

I knew it!,he thought, Napoleon did not make a mistake! He deliberately gave us away so we could get away from the danger! Illya looked around the cabin; it was a large room with a fireplace on one side and a table for four opposite it. At the table sat three men in shirtsleeves eating. "Who are these guys?" one asked.

Ray answered, "Charly says they're UNCLE agents, so we're taking them downstairs."

"Well, don't put them in the first room; that's where I'm going to sleep!"

They had been marched to the back of the cabin where there was an open door with stairs leading to a lower level. They were about to head down when three things happened agonizingly fast, but at the same time, horribly slow: Charly yelled for Joe and Rusty who dropped Napoleon's and Illya's guns and packs and ran outside; they all started shooting and then began screaming right before two huge hairy ape – like creatures burst through the door and attacked the men sitting at the table.

The combination of the sight of the Sasquatch and the sounds they and the men they were killing were making had shocked Ray into immobility giving the agents their chance. Illya snatched the rifle from his hands and pushed him through the door while Napoleon grabbed their packs and rifles before following them. He slammed the door shut behind him and was grateful to see a foot – thick steel door at the bottom of the stairs. He got that door shut and locked just as the upstairs door splintered.

"An elephant couldn't knock down this door," Ray said, "but what the hell are those things?"

Napoleon was pointing his 30 odd 6 at the door. "Those are Bigfoots."

"There's no such thing as a Bigfoot!"

"Apparently, no one told the Bigfoot that," Napoleon retorted. He and Illya both had their rifles in hand and by unspoken agreement, the THRUSH guard's rifle lay between them. "Please tell me there's another way out of here."

"There is; at the end of this hall there's a door that goes outside and it's the same type of door as this one," Ray said. He appeared to be in shock. He seemed to not know what to do with himself.

They could barely hear snuffling coming from just outside and there was occasional muffled banging. Napoleon signaled Illya, looked at Ray and then back at Illya and waved his head. Illya nodded and while the CEA kept an eye on the door just in case, the Russian went off to find something with which to tie the THRUSHie.

He couldn't find any rope, so he cut some electrical cords and brought those back along with a wooden armless chair. He guided the young man into the seat and then, tied his wrists and ankles. "I saw counterfeiting machines in one of the rooms; I will go dismantle them and save the templates for the US authorities." He turned and went back down the hallway.

"Okay. I'll come help you as soon as I'm comfortable that our company's left." Napoleon leaned against the wall, rifle resting in his arms and listened. Another thud reverberated through the door and he wondered just how intelligent the creatures are. What if they figure out there's another way out of here? He shuddered at that thought. No, I think they'll give up and leave when they realize they can't get inside.

The guard seemed to be coming out of his stupor. "They're all dead upstairs, aren't they?"

"I think we can safely say that. I'm sorry for the loss of your friends."

"They weren't my friends," Ray said, "This was a job, that's all. I've only been here for about five months. I mean, I didn't hate them or anything, but we didn't get together for drinks, either."

"Gotcha. So, the guys who were sitting at the table, those were the counterfeiters? Just those three?"

"Yeah, from what Charly told me, this is…was a small operation. He was the senior guard, so he knew the most about the organization. Me and the other two guys, he hired us locally. I really only know about this place."

The CEA shouldered his rifle after about ten minutes of not hearing any more sounds and assembled his communicator. "Open Channel S5."

Mark's voice came through. "'Ello, Napoleon, 'ow are things?"

"Good for the moment. Mission accomplished though not at all the way I wanted it to be. The cabin that housed the THRUSH operation was attacked by two, possibly three Sasquatches. Illya and I were already inside when they burst in…"

"What? Are you hurt? How's Illya?" In the background, Napoleon could hear April gasp in shock.

"We're fine. We were able to get downstairs and close a foot-thick door before they were able to get to us. We're still below ground. I can't hear them anymore."

"Do you want us to come get you?"

"Negative! It's not safe! We will stay here for the night and then leave after dawn tomorrow."

"All right, Darling." April had commandeered Mark's communicator. "We'll go detain the Pridgeons and hand them over to the authorities."

"Nooooo!" Ray shouted upon hearing that. "No, you can't do that! My parents aren't involved, they're innocent!"

"Did you hear that, April?"

"Yes, Napoleon; the guard must be Raymond James Pridgeon, is that right?"

"Yes, I'm Ray Pridgeon! My folks don't know anything about counterfeit money! They only know that I give them money because they think I make a lot! I'm begging you, don't arrest them! They don't know anything!"

Mark said, "Well, if they don't know anything, how come they lie about going to Canada to visit their daughter when they don't 'ave a daughter?"

"They're not lying! My Aunt Tanya and Uncle Troy Martin died in a car accident when I was seven and Sharon, their daughter, was sixteen. My parents took her in and raised her from that point. They never legally adopted her, but they accepted her as their daughter and my sister. She's married now and lives in Canada. I give them money to supplement their income. They never knew I was giving them fake cash! Please don't arrest them!"

April spoke. "We're going to check out what you've said. If you're telling the truth, fine; but if I find out you're lying, you and your parents are being handed over to the FBI."

"I'm not lying. Check it out and you'll see."

Illya had come back and overheard some of the conversation. "That all sounds like something that can be handled tomorrow. Excuse me if I sound a bit gruff, but I have somehow narrowly escaped being mauled to death by a Bigfoot and I am a bit exhausted."

Mark said, "I can imagine, Mate. Get some rest, and we'll talk in the morning."

Napoleon said, "Good. Solo out" and disconnected the signal. He looked at his partner. "Sit rep, Illya." He and Illya had walked a few feet away from the guard and began to speak in hushed tones.

"There are four counterfeiting machines; one each for printing twenties, tens, fives and ones. I removed the templates and gathered up the extras. Since we no longer have any counterfeiters to hand over, I think the templates should be given to the US government for study."

"And the machines themselves?"

"A few well-placed explosives should take care of that problem and possibly solve another."

"Oh?"

"If the Sasquatch are still in the area when we are ready to leave tomorrow, the noise might make them move farther away. I am thinking however that they will probably have already moved to wherever they go during the day."

"I hope so. Listen, did you bring any Veritol 19?"

"I did."

"Tell you what: You inject our friend here with a dose so I can continue my interrogation while you get some sleep."

"What about you? You need to get some rest, also."

"I won't be too long. I just want to tie up some loose ends."

Illya went to his backpack and withdrew the case that contained two hypodermic needles of the truth serum he invented. He walked over to Ray, pushed his shirtsleeve up and wiped an area with an alcohol swab and quickly injected him.

"Hey!" Ray shouted, "Why are you doing this? I told you everything I know!"

"I'm sure you did, but we're spies, Ray. We trust, but verify."