Napoleon scrambled to the window, holding his breath.
He stuck his head through and saw his partner dangling by the back of his jacket as it had caught on a broken piece of masonry.
"Hang in there!" He called.
"Not much choice!" Illya called back. "Rip!" His jacket began to tear. Just as he dropped, Napoleon grabbed hold of him, pulling Kuryakin up and through the window.
"That was too close for comfort," Illya picked himself up, and brushed off his clothing.
"No kidding."
"I think a more explosive approach is needed," Napoleon raised his right shoe and removed the heel, revealing a wad of grey explosive putty.
They went back up the stairs, and Illya very carefully set the putty in the lock and around the handle. Napoleon inserted two wires, attached them to his wristwatch and they turned away he pulled the stem.
There was a hiss, followed by two loud pops and puffs of white smoke.
Kuryakin waved away some of it with his hand before slowly reaching out and pushing the door open.
They tentatively stepped inside and looked about, but what they found was completely unexpected.
Instead of gadgets and equipment, there was absolutely nothing...