As the multi-armed statue of the Hindu goddess Kali wrapped her arms in a deadly embrace, Napoleon could think of only one thing, where the heck was Illya when he really needed him
As Solo grunted at the arms ever tightening grip, he suddenly realized the statue had a very familiar pair of blue eyes and they were looking right at him.
"Relax my friend,"the figure spoke in a whisper,"just pretend to die, and nothing overly dramatic please?"
"Illya I'm not going to ask how you managed this disguise or how you got here before me."
"Then do not…some secret are best kept hidden." Kuryakin winked.
"Is that blood on your ...hands?"
"And some questions are best left unanswered.