Napoleon had laid in that bed in that room for what felt like an eternity, it reminded him of the hours he had waited for Donny in Albania and how Donny had never come. 'He won't come this time either, Napoleon. No one will,' he told himself. For a while he didn't know if maybe he was panicking or if it really was getting harder for him to breathe, it hit him that the toxin was really taking its toll, just as Wendy and Ming had said it would. He tried to pull himself up to breathe easier but he was too weak, he began gasping for air, trying to remain calm knowing that fear would only make things worse. He looked over when he thought he heard the door open and close again, his vision was fading in and out, he blinked his eyes and the door opened again with Wendy coming in and what seemed to be a guard with her.
The door was closed quickly and someone attacked the guard, knocking him out cold, Wendy was grabbed and a gun held to her head. "What's-going on?" Napoleon asked, he tried to focus his eyes and see clearly.
"We are going to get you out of here," came a voice he knew, a voice he had wanted to hear.
"Illya? Is-is that you?" Napoleon asked, his voice breaking."Yes Napoleon, it is me. Did you think I would not come and get you?" Illya asked. He took Napoleon's hand without being bidden this time, letting a weak hand feel a strong one and cold flesh feel warm.
"I- of course I knew you would," Napoleon lied.
Illya knew he was lying, he could always see right through Napoleon's lies, he didn't say anything though.
"Mr. Kuryakin, could you take the gun? That way I can take a look at Mr. Solo," Dr. Dane asked.
"You brought that doctor with you?" Napoleon asked. He still had trouble breathing but felt so much better knowing help was there. He had hope again, the will to live, and it was the most beautiful feeling he had ever known.
"He most certainly did! Now let me have a look at you," Dr. Dane said.
"Mr. Waverly approved it," Illya added.
"Your Mr. Waverly is a fool!" Wendy spat.
"Be quiet," Illya ordered with a grim face.
"Be careful my dear, Illya's do bite," Napoleon said, he managed a small smile.
"You're not in a very good way, Mr. Solo. From what I can tell without instruments I don't believe you can be moved," Dr. Dane said.
"They gave me a toxin, it will kill me soon. They said they would give me the antidote if I told them where the missile and military installations in Asia are," Napoleon said.
"Well Miss Cox, you and I shall go and get the antidote right now," Illya said.
"Or what? We can't possibly get there without me yelling or someone seeing us," Wendy said.
"You are right. However, you will lead me to where the antidote is without yelling because I will kill you and go about finding it myself, do not think I will not or cannot, I am a man of my word," Illya said, he put the gun right to her head.
"He's a Russian, they're cold blooded you know," Dr. Dane said.
Wendy gave them both a look, but the feeling of the gun on her head caused her to give in. "Alright, I'll show you. But even if you do get it you'll never make it out of here alive!" she said.
"Uh! We got in didn't we?" Dr. Dane said with a small smirk.
"You know, I think I like him," Napoleon said, taking a labored breath.
Illya knew they had to hurry as Napoleon was only getting worse, he handed the doctor the gun again and started undressing the passed out guard. He made a quick change and took the gun and put it in his coat pocket. "It will be pointed at you all the time, Miss Cox. Tell me where we are going before we start," he said.
"The antidote is in a safe in Ming's room which is on the other end of the hall on this floor," Wendy reported.
"Alright, let's go down the hall then," Illya said.
"I don't know the combination," Wendy commented.
"Don't worry about that,"Illya said.
Wendy gave an angry sigh and they went out the door, proceeding down the long hall they passed a guard who nodded at them as they passed by and finally they stopped at the last door on the right. Wendy opened the door on a room that looked similar to the one that Napoleon was in but far, far grander and larger, they entered and closed the door.
"Is it behind one of the paintings?" Illya asked, looking at the art work on each wall.
"Yes, this big one over here," Wendy said. She moved across the room to a large landscape painting that was hinged to the wall, she swung it open to reveal the safe behind it.
Illya joined her there to look at it, he started turning the dial, placing one ear against the safe, the other hand held the gun on Wendy. Wendy saw an opportunity with Illya distracted and grabbed for the gun, Illya jerked her arm and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. "That was a foolish thing, Miss Cox. Now I'll have to hold you in a more uncomfortable way," he said. He pulled handcuffs out of his pocket and cuffed her to the bed post first, then he gagged her with a bandanna and went back to the safe.
It took him almost twenty minutes but he got the safe open and threw out papers and stacks of money before finding a clear plastic box which contained a needle and had the words: 'HMX Antidote' written on a label on the front, he took it and left the room.
Dr. Dane was keeping look out just inside the bedroom door when Illya returned. "For a while we thought you might not come back," he said.
"Yes well, I had a small trouble, but I got the antidote. Here, it is an injection," Illya said. He handed it over to the doctor who sat down on the edge of the bed with it.
"Where is Wendy?" Napoleon asked. He winched as the doctor injected the antidote straight into a vein.
"I had to gag her and cuff her to a bed post," Illya said.
"Oh well, she'll get along I'm sure. Do you feel any different, Mr. Solo?" Dr. Dane asked.
"I feel a bit better already. Very weak though," Napoleon admitted.
"You need an IV of fluids and bed rest, not to mention a full set of lab work to make sure everything is alright. There's only one thing- how are we going to get out of here? Mr. Solo is in need of carrying or at the very least a wheelchair," Dr. Dane said.
"I hate to agree but I just don't think I could make it under my own power, Illya," Napoleon said, looking sorry.
"I understand. I am-" Illya cut off upon hearing gunfire from the main floor and outside.
"What do you think?" Dr. Dane asked.
"I'm not sure. I think the safest thing we can do is stay put," Illya said.
"But who could be attacking the mansion?" Napoleon asked. He felt it easier to breathe and his stomach stable, his head was clearing.
"It could be that they are fighting with each other," Dr. Dane suggested.
"I doubt it. THURSH rarely ever has a falling out with their own," Napoleon said.
"Shh! Someone is coming down the hall!" Illya whispered, he once again positioned himself behind the door.
The door opened and two armed men came in, both wearing suits, when they saw Napoleon they smiled and he smiled back at them, Illya came out from behind the door. "Drop your weapons!" he ordered.
"It's alright, Illya. I know these men, they're with us," Napoleon said.
"From Borneo," said one of the men.
"Oh yes. With everything that has happened I had forgotten that Mr. Waverly said he would be sending help," Illya said.
"You took care of Ming?" Napoleon asked.
"He was shot and killed, he gave us no other choice," one of the men said.
"It is probably for the best, he wasn't the boy I used to know anyway. But, what about getting me out of here?" Napoleon asked, feeling assured that now he would get out.