"Mr. Kuryakin, perhaps you care to explain what has happened to the last three cars assigned to you."
"Thrush threw a bomb into the first one and ran us off the road in the second." It was now Illya's turn to shift in his seat. From the corner of his eye, he saw Napoleon smirking.
"Yes Illya, tell Mr. Waverly what happen to the last one."
"Something was in the middle of the road, trying to avoid it, I hit a hay wagon tipping the car into the river."
"I believe it was a squirrel." Napoleon offered.
"What!" Waverly demanded.