The next day the two agents boarded their plane on time and took off for Singapore in silence. Illya had taken the window seat as Napoleon usually liked the aisle seat, Illya knew this from past experiences, Napoleon liked to flirt with the stewardess's. But when the attractive red headed stewdess with sparkling blue eyes and a brilliant smile came by and asked them if they needed anything all Napoleon had said was- "No, thank you."

Illya looked over at his partner actually shocked, Napoleon seemed distracted, perhaps his mind was on the mission, Illya turned away.

Napoleon was tired, he and Wendy had had a wonderful dinner the night before, Wendy had insisted on cooking for him and he hadn't regretted saying yes, she was a good cook. He hadn't left her house until one in the morning, try as he might he only got a few make out sessions from her, but he was promised a second date so there was always next time. When he had gotten home he was so tired that he had stumbled into bed with all his clothes on, struggling to keep it together long enough to take his shoes off, he had slept until eight that morning and hurried to get his clothes changed and get packed before rushing to the airport. Though he got a few hours sleep, sitting by his partner on the plane he still felt exhausted and was developing a nagging headache, he laid his head back against the seat and hoped to get some more sleep before they landed.

Illya had put some glasses on and was reading a book written in French, he noticed Napoleon settling in for a nap and didn't say anything, he let Napoleon rest but found himself keeping an eye on him since he wasn't quite acting normally.

Napoleon felt like he was in dark water, endless ocean, no surface anywhere in sight and he was drifting farther and farther downward. The water was cold and he shivered, there was some part of him that was fighting to get out of there but another part of him just wanted to let go and sink to the bottom of that black, cold, abyss. Suddenly the water was churning violently and he could hear someone in the distance calling to him, he strained to hear who it was and what they were saying, slowly the voice drew closer and Napoleon was being shaken.

"Napoleon! Napoleon wake up," Illya urged, he shook his partner trying to wake him.

Napoleon finally opened his eyes and looked at Illya, blinking his eyes a few times trying to remember where they were.

"We've landed, it's time to go," Illya announced.

"Oh, alright," Napoleon said. He stood and lead the way off the plane and into the airport to get their luggage. He rubbed his forehead, he felt like he hadn't slept at all, he sighed as he grabbed his bag.

"Are you quite alright, Napoleon?" Illya asked as they walked outside, there were no cabs present but there were rickshaws and they got a couple of them.

"Hm? Oh yes, yes I'm fine," Napoleon said.

They went straight to their hotel which was one of the best hotels in town, they had adjourning rooms on the top floor, which was the seventh floor. Their rooms were painted a plain white with little furnishings, though what there were were western style, with full sized beds, desks and a chairs and bathrooms with two towels and a bar of soap. The room that Illya took a balcony while Napoleon's had but a large window over looking the bussling, ever growing city of Choa Chu Kang, Napoleon looked out of it as he lossened his tie, God his head hurt!

'I have got to take something for this,' Napoleon thought.

"Did you happen to notice that man down in the lobby?" Illya asked, walking into the room.

Napoleon jumped, startled by the voice. "The one sitting on the bench in the black suit reading the paper?" he asked.

"Yes, that's one. I believe THURSH already knows we're here," Illya said. His keen blue eyes studied Napoleon from behind, the way he had been startled when Illya came in, it wasn't like him. Napoleon was a flirt and a charmer and easily went after anything in a skirt but that was just one part of him, Illya knew that and he hadn't been partners with him that long. He had seen Napoleon use his charm and good looks to both their advantages many times, he was also clever and quick witted, with great natural ability to aid excellent training. Illya knew the man was seldom surprised as he was trained to always be aware and his silence on the plane was also unusal as Illya had already noted. Napoleon loved to talk, Illya couldn't count the times Napoleon had asked him to go out for drinks or a meal and he would talk and talk and Illya would listen.

"I wouldn't doubt that," Napoleon said, turning, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Napoleon, are you alright?" Illya asked him for the second time that day.

"Why do you keep asking me that?! I'm fine!" Napoleon snapped.

Illya gave him a look, raising an eyebrow.

Napoleon sighed. "I'm sorry, Illya. I have a terrible headache," he said, sitting down on the bed.

"I have some headache powders in my suit case, I'll get them for you," Illya said, he disappeared into the other room. A few minutes later he returned with a glass of water with the headache powders already mixed in.

"Perhaps this will help you." Illya said, handing him the glass.

"Thank you," Napoleon said, he downed it all quickly.

"It is about seven o' clock here, maybe you should stay in tonight and I will go out and find our friend from THURSH again," Illya suggested, he stood in front of Napoleon and took the glass once more.

"And let you have all the fun? No, I'm sure this will kick in and I'll be good as new in an hour or so," Napoleon said.

Illya wasn't too sure about that, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms as he looked at his partner, dark circles more promient in the lighting of the small hotel room. "Did you sleep last night, Napoleon?" he asked.

"I got about six and a half hours," Napoleon answered.

"And you slept on the plane..." Illya trailed off.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the two looked at one another, both drew their guns and Illya moved to the door. "Who is it?" he asked.

"Room service."

"I didn't order anything," Illya responded.

"Compliments of the hotel, sir," the voice replied.

Illya rolled his eye over to Napoleon who nodded his head 'OK', Illya then opened the door and a smoking bomb was thrown in and the person who delivered it ran off. Napoleon grabbed the bomb while Illya ran after whoever had tossed it in, Napoleon hurriedly took the bomb to Illya's room and threw it over the balcony rail where it exploded in mid-air.

A few minutes later Illya returned, gun still in hand. "I lost him when we got to the street," he said.

"Well, THURSH does give a grand welcoming party," Napoleon said, looking back down at the busy city.