When Illya woke up the first thing he saw was Dr. Dane looking down over him, he could feel a damp cloth on his forehead.
"My boy, I was-"
Illya sprang into action, tackling the doctor to the ground, cutting off what he was going to say and catching him totally by surprise. Illya pulled him to a sitting position by his collar and easily got a choke hold on him. "How do you say? Take me to your leader?" he asked.
The doctor coughed and gasped for air, pulling at Illya's arm. "My Lord man! I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about!" he said.
"I'm sure you don't. Your people made Napoleon sick so we would pick you up and you could capture us. They knew every move we would make!" Illya said, gritting his teeth in anger.
"Please, Mr. Kuryakin! What people? You are not captured, you are in your hotel room!" Dr. Dane informed.
Illya then looked around, they were still in his hotel room, he loosened his hold on the doctor. "But you left so conveniently right before the smoke started to release," he said.
The doctor could now pull away from Illya and did so, letting out a ragged breath and straightening his tie before answering. "The only thing I know about the smoke is that when I returned with my bag both of your rooms were filled with smoke and Mr. Solo was gone. I opened the balcony door and the window and moved you to the bed so I could tend you," he said.
"You don't have anything to do with THURSH?" Illya asked straight out.
"My Lord man! What do birds have to do with this madness?!" Dr. Dane asked, giving him a look as he stood up.
Illya stared at him a moment, studying him before getting up himself. "I believe you doctor, I am sorry for attacking you that way. I thought you were one of my enemies," he said.
"One of your enemies? I say, Mr. Kuryakin, what is going on here? Mr. Solo was in no condition to be up and about and yet he is gone, these rooms were full of smoke, I nearly fainted from it myself, yet there was no fire, not even a cigarette left burning in an ash tray!" Dr. Dane said.
"Dr. Dane, have you ever heard of an organization known as U.N.C.L.E?" Illya asked. He was checking out both rooms as he spoke, looking for evidence of Napoleon, not willing to admit that he was captured until he was sure.
"Why yes I believe I have heard of the name, something to do with spies...spies..are you a-?!" Dr. Dane asked, eyes widening.
"Yes, I am. We are constantly at war with THURSH, an order which wants to take over or at the very least, sabotage the world. And they have indeed, I am afraid, taken Mr. Solo," Illya said.
"Well...well, what do we do?" Dr. Dane asked, absorbing this information.
"'I' am going to call in and report this to my superior, 'you' are going to go back to your room and say nothing about this to anyone," Illya instructed firmly.
"I can't just leave! Your Mr. Solo was very ill and if your enemies have taken him then he is more then likely under duress, which will worsen his condition. Therefore, if you are going looking for him I should go with you to care for him when he is found," Dr. Dane said.
"I will ask my boss about it, we shall hear what he has to say," Illya said. he took out his cigarette holder and opened it, walking into the bathroom he plugged it into the light there and turned a nob. "Open the red line," he said.
"My Lord!" Dr. Dane exclaimed.
"Red line, open. What is wrong, Mr. Kuryakin?" Came Mr. Waverly's voice from far away from New York.
"Mr. Waverly, THURSH has found us before we could find them. Napoleon was taken by them when they flooded our hotel rooms with a knock out gas, he was ill before hand, he was being seen by a doctor," Illya reported.
"Dr. Leo Dane of England, sir," Dr. Dane cut in.
Illya threw him a look.
"Yes, well, hello, doctor. I take it he knows who we are?" Mr. Waverly asked.
"I explained it to him," Illya said.
"It concerns me that Mr. Solo is taken to his sickbed, yes it concerns me very much indeed. I fear THURSH may have learned of your going to Singapore on our end here," Mr. Waverly said.
"How do you mean, sir?" Illya asked.
"What I mean, Mr. Kuryakin is that one of our very own from Channel D was found out to be an undercover THURSH agent. We found it out this morning when she didn't turn up for work, one of the other girls dropped around her apartment and found the door unlocked and her clothes gone, there was a very bragging letter addressed to me sitting on the kitchen table. She as much as admitted she was a THURSH agent in it and talked about how easy it was to infiltrate our headquarters here. I don't mind telling you that it makes me feel like a fool, I don't much care for that, Mr. Kuryakin," Mr. Waverly explained.
"Sir, this girl, was her name 'Wendy'?" Illya asked, feeling impatient for the answer.
"Why yes, Wendy Cox was the name she used, heaven only knows what her actual name is though," Mr. Waverly said.
"Yes, I knew there was something about her that I didn't like. I believe she may have something to do with Napoleon's sickness, he had a date with her the night before we left," Illya informed.
"Oh my, if Mr. Solo's illness was brought about by THURSH then there is no telling what they might do with him. I want you to find Mr. Solo, Mr. Kuryakin, I will contact our headquarters in Borneo and they will send agents to help you," Mr. Waverly said.
"Yes sir, I will do my best. There is one thing, Dr. Dane wishes to accompany me in my search, he believes he will be needed," Illya said.
"Well, he could be right. Dr. Dane, know that if you go with Mr. Kuryakin you are walking into trouble, such as you have never known before," Mr. Waverly warned.
"I understand that, sir. I do wish to help though, Mr. Solo wasn't well at all when they took him," Dr. Dane said.
"Very well. Mr. Kuryakin, you are responsible for the good doctor while he is with you. Be careful and Godspeed, red line out," Mr. Waverly ended.
Illya unplugged the cigarette holder and put it back in his coat pocket.
"What do we do now? How do we start looking for the old chap?" Dr. Dane asked.
"We start by questioning everyone in the hotel, someone must have seen something. Napoleon was unconscious from the knock out gas just as I was, they had to have carried him out somehow," Illya said.
"Alright, I will start up here and you go down to the desk," Dr. Dane said.
Illya agreed and a while later they met up in the lobby to exchange information.
"I am afraid the top floors were mostly asleep, a few people heard some noise but that's all," Dr. Dane reported.
"Well, I've had better luck, from what I can put together two men came down the elevator with Napoleon between them, the desk clerk was asleep but the bellboy wasn't. He asked them if something was wrong and they told him that their friend wasn't feeling well and that they were taking him to the doctor. For a little money the bellboy told me they headed out of town towards the jungle," Illya said.
"What is out of town besides the bloodly jungle?" Dr. Dane asked.
"I asked the bellboy that too, he told me that outside of a small village the only thing out of town is the president's mansion," Illya said.
"My Lord, do you think they've taken him there?" Dr. Dane asked.
"I don't know, but we shall find out," Illya said.
"How?" Dr. Dane asked.
"Let us go back up to the room, I want to find out some things about the president and then perhaps, we shall pay him a visit," Illya said.