Throwing a twenty on the table, the speaker said pointing to the innocents around them. "Clamp your hands together in front of you, and walk toward the door. Remember if you do anything to call attention to us, their blood will be on your shoulders."
The UNCLE agents stood and were immediately surrounded by the Thrush agents. They walked out silently sending messages to each other with glances.
"Keep moving UNCLE. Get in front of me Solo. I don't want the two of you making any plans."
"Right," Illya mumbled.
"What Kuryakin?"
"You must think we are psychic." Illya answered.