Illya used his loc pic, opening the door in seconds, and quickly stepping inside the office. He headed straight to the filing cabinet, pulling the lists he needed. As he scanned them for Ezra Zohar, he saw two very unexpected but familiar names. Thrush names.
"Chyort voz'mi!" He swore softly. What were they doing here? Could they be after the stolen vase too? It was time to tell his partner.
He returned the files to their proper place, having memorized the cabin assignments, though somewhat annoyed that Thrush would pay for first class accommodations when U.N.C.L.E. as usual, did not.