"Gentlemen," Eric Fabus, the tall blond neighborhood Thrush Chieftain said. "You have something that belongs to us, and we'd like it back now."
"Sorry, Eric. I've no idea what you're talking about. Do you Illya?"
"Sorry I think you have the wrong UNCLE agents this time," Illya said.
Fabus kicked him in the ribs. As Napoleon went to his partner's aide, he was also kicked.
"I gave you a chance to handle this in a peaceful way, now we'll do it the hard way. Bring them along."
With that, the agents felt a stringing in their neck and darkness returning.