The pants were tossed to his partner, as he headed to the door with his gun drawn. "Hurry, it is Zohar."
Napoleon pulled them on in record time, leaving his shirt tail hanging out as he grabbed his weapon, rushing out after Illya.
Zohar's stateroom was open as the partners charged in, finding it completely ransacked. "Dammit!" Solo cursed. "Would have sworn they hadn't known a thing."
Returning to the women's cabin, Napoleon shrugged. "They have to come back sooner or later."
"It is a big ship. Do you think they would really return to the scene of the crime?"