"Open channel D...priority" Napoleon had his communicator out and working as he watched the car speed away with his partner...his wounded partner. Thrush had been watching as well, and waiting for Illya to come outside. How were the two scenarios connected though? He would need to question Neville first in order to find that out. And who was the woman? She looked familiar, but not enough that he could give her a name.

"Waverly here. What do you have to report, Mr. Solo?" The wisened old agent had indeed sent his top man to stay abreast of the situation. "Illya has been taken by Thrush. He's wounded sir, it looked serious..." Napoleon shuddered to think of the sight of his partner when the bullet had hit him. The fair skinned agent had mirrored his own shock at the impact; his face instantly becoming more pale than normal. He had stumbled forward, his hand automatically coming up to the wound before he collapsed into the street. So suddenly had the car appeared and doors swung open to reveal the men who retrieved the lifeless body, that Napoleon hadn't had a chance to get to him first.

"What else, Mr. Solo?" The question was flat, his superior's voice mingled with professional calm and a reluctant dread.

"Larry Neville, of section three, he was the shooter', it was unbelievable that one of their own had gunned down his partner.
"I don't think he's the mole, however. I shot him with a sleep dart, so I'll need someone to come around and pick him up. There was also a woman who looked familiar, but I don't have a name. She went back into the club, which is where I think I should go and"... Waverly cut him off.

"No, Mr. Solo. You will return to headquarters. We will question Mr. Neville and see if he isn't willing to divulge the name of his accomplice".
"Yes sir. Shall I wait for the clean up crew here, or bring in Mr. Neville myself?" "Bring him in, Mr. Solo. We need to make use of our time...and hope that Mr. Kuryakin is not mortally wounded".

Illya woke up in a medical unit, but not at UNCLE headquarters. He was on a respirator, and his chest hurt as though it had been broken in half. He wondered that he wasn't dead, because he was certain the bullet had hit him in the chest. How long had he been here...at Thrush. He must be in a Thrush hospital; he was vaguely aware of someone in a car picking him up from out of the street. And Napoleon had been there, warning him about someone...

"Mr. Kuryakin, it's good to see you awake". The voice came from across the room, from that man he had met at the restaurant. It was Duvall speaking to him. He was in Thrush.
"Don't try to reply. You took quite a hit, we were very concerned. And to think it came from an UNCLE agent. You really weren't safe there with those people'...he paused and smiled.

"I believe perhaps the situation has reversed itself. You are now being hunted by UNCLE, while it is left to us in Thrush to come to your rescue. Ironic, is it not." Illya couldn't speak, he could barely breath with the pain in his chest.

"You were hit in the chest, Illya. The bullet hit your sternum, causing a bruise on your heart. You did avoid a myocardial contusion, but not by much. Of course your sternum is now broken, and that is causing the pain. You must be a very lucky man...like a cat perhaps. How many lives do you think are left?" He was looking at the injured man with a confident expression. The prize was here in their possession now. Once the Russian was sufficiently recovered, the plan would be realized, carrying Duvall to the top of the Thrush hierarchy. This man would guarantee it for him.

Illya couldn't hold his eyes open, so he let himself drift back into a pain and drug induced slumber. He wondered as he yielded to the mist if Napoleon was still out there...

Some people have eyes for every occasion. Napoleon Solo was one of those individuals. He could pose as lover or friend, enemy or comrade. His eyes were part of his arsenal, and when he faced Larry Neville, the man physically shrank back when he looked into the CEA's eyes; they were feral and without mercy. He intended to know the truth from Neville and the identity of the woman who had forced Illya out into the street with a gun in his side.

"Do you work for Thrush? Because I can't think of another reason to try and kill an UNCLE agent unless you are the enemy". The challenge was for a truthful reply. If he weren't a Thrush agent, then he would have to explain how he had rationalized trying to kill Illya.
"I am a loyal UNCLE employee, and you know it, Solo. Kuryakin is the traitor. I saw him hand over those papers at the restaurant...to a Thrush agent". The smirk carried the false bravado of someone who imagined a vague superiority over the others who confronted him. The CEA countered...

"You think you saw something, do you? And based on your own private surveillence of a trusted section two agent, you decided to murder him tonight. Is that what you had in mind, Neville?' The arrogance gave way to something like fear, but it wasn't yet fully defined.
"Because that's what you did tonight. You murdered Illya Kuryakin, number two of section two. I ask you again, are you Thrush?" For the first time, Larry Neville considered the possibility that he hadn't really known anything about what he saw. But he wasn't going to let them mark him as a traitor; it hadn't been his idea really...

"If I tell you everything, what can you do for me? I didn't plan this, I just went along because I...I just never trusted the Russian. I never thought it was right, him being here with us". Napoleon had to hold himself back from punching the guy. The little moron was section three, for god's sake. How had he even gotten into the organization?
"With us? You mean Americans, don't you. Maybe you should have gone to work for the CIA, Neville. Something tells me you don't belong here with us in UNCLE. Kuryakin did. Who is the woman?"

Neville weighed a few options and found he had none. He'd never killed anyone before, why did he think he could shoot Waverly's number two guy and get away with it. It had seemed like such an easy task when Marianne started talking to him about it. She was the one...
"Look, Marianne Lukas is the one who brought me in. She said she'd heard that Kuryakin was going over to Thrush, had seen something when she worked with him in the lab. She told me to follow him to the restaurant and see what happend. It just sounded like a good idea to...to catch a traitor. Plus, him being a commie and all...' The look on Solo's face made him stop there.

"Anyway, it was her plan".