Act. Two Burn in Hell You Bastard

Back at his hotel, Napoleon took off his jacket and loosened his tie before fixing himself a drink and settling down to read what was in the file. His eyes widen as he realized that this was Illya's personnel folder. He read and started to feel sick as he noticed specific items that were not mentioned in Illya's file in New York. Now the remarks from Haymes and Grimes made sense. Then he saw the pictures and just barely made it to the bathroom in time. There were 6 pictures in all and each was sexually explicit. Damn, Damn, Damn.

Coming out of the bathroom he fixed himself another drink. Then steeling his nerves he went back to look at the pictures again. Each picture was dated and doing some elemental math Napoleon realized that Illya must have been 15 ½ when the first picture was taken and 17 at the last. Then he looked at the facial expressions not wanting to think about the rest of the picture. The first 2 you could tell he was scared and in pain. The second two his eyes were blank as if he were trying to blot it all out. The last two showed utter unadulterated enjoyment. Napoleon had seen that look on Illya's face when he was served a great steak or excellent Russian cooking.

His first reaction was revulsion, he had thought he knew Illya and to find out….then his next reaction was anger, anger at the other man in all the pictures ,anger that he hadn't known. He studied the face of the other man then he took out his lighter and burned every last picture, finally he started taking his anger out on other things.

Twenty minutes later he walked out of his hotel and nodded to the doorman. It was four o'clock in the morning when he entered UNCLE headquarters and wandered into security for a few minutes. He told to girl on duty that he would be checking out a few things and wondered if she would mind getting him a cup of coffee. The great Solo charm worked and he had just enough time to do what he came for before she came back. Number one on the list was location of Pikes funeral, two was the name of the other man in the picture, three make sure no one else ever saw any of this again. Shortly afterwards he left headquarters.

Ten o'clock that morning, Doug Morton, London's chief of security requested a meeting with his boss. "We received a message from the hotel Solo has been staying at an hour ago. When someone went to clean his room, they found it in shambles. I sent a couple of our men over to check it out and they reported that the room was pretty much wrecked and they found this on the floor." He set a smashed communicator on the desk.

"Has anyone been able to get in touch with Solo?"

"No, sir. However the doorman at the hotel reports Solo leaving his hotel early this morning and Security here reports he arrived here about four o'clock."

"Do we know why?"

"Unfortunately, no, it appears the surveillance camera's were tampered with." Morton said embarrassed.

Dismissing Morton, the Head of London HQ requested that his secretary get him Kuryakin's personnel folder. Within minutes she confirmed that it was missing. With a sigh he requested she connect him with Alexander Waverly in New York. He was not looking forward to telling him that his top agent had gone missing as well as a folder that had been earmarked `for your eyes only'. He didn't know what was in the file. But it must have been dynamite.

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Solo arrived at the little village of Tewkesbury and managed to locate the cemetery where Pike was buried. He found the grave with one white rose lying on top. With a sigh he found his way to a nearby pub. After ordering an ale, he showed of photo of his partner to the barmaid and asked it she had seen him.

"Molly, ain't this the poor chap that was in here a couple of weeks ago?" the barmaid turned to show the photo to another waitress.

"Aye, that it is. Poor soul, he looked as if he'd lost his last friend." Molly answered.

That cut Napoleon to the quick, he had always thought he was Illya's best friend.

"He was none too happy to see that new bloke when he came in and greeted him like a long lost brother or somethin." Molly continued. "Ain't that right, Aggie."

Aggie nodded her head in agreement.

Napoleon pulled out another photograph, "Is this the man?"

"That's him alright. Right gives me the shivers he does."

"Have you seen him before?" Napoleon asked

"Not seen him exactly, but rumor has it he bought out the old crematorium." Aggie responded.

Solo finished his ale and thanked both the ladies after asking direction to the crematorium.

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Forty-five minutes later he had located the flat one story building that housed the crematorium and had hidden his car in the nearby wood. He circled the building keeping just out of sight. The crematorium seemed to be a working concern judging from the smoke billowing out of the stack. There also appeared to be an armed guard at the back door to the building.

Then he saw him, the man in the pictures, one Ivashko Vornoch by name. He had just exited the building and was chatting with the guard. Solo pulled out his UNCLE special and started adding the attachments. He looked through the sight and targeted the man. He was smoking a cigarette and evidently joking about something with the guard. Suddenly he gave a sneering laugh and Napoleon saw red. He pulled the trigger and shot him right between the eyes. Before the guard could bring his semi automatic to bear on him, Napoleon had shot him too.

He hurriedly rushed over and checked to make sure both men were dead, than he snatched up the guards semi and entered the building, hoping to find his partner in there and alive. He passed the ovens that were going full blast and shuttered, praying he was in time. Finally seven bodies later he came to a small room, really nothing more than a closet. Illya lay huddled in a corner in chains and wearing no clothing. He was extremely battered and bruised. Napoleon bit his lip, not sure if he was even alive. He was relieved when Illya let out a small moan. He dropped the semi to the floor and hurried back to the last body, searching for keys and removing the clothing.

When he returned to the closet, he turned on the lights causing Illya to cover his face and moan, "Nyet, nyet."

He moved closer to his friend and softly said, "Hey, partner, it's me." And proceeded to remove the chains that bound him. What he saw made him want to go back and shoot the son of a bitch again.

Illya stiffened, "Napoleon?" he asked hoarsely.

"Who else?"

"Go away. Leave me."

"Not on your life, partner mine. Mr. Waverly sent me to bring you back and that's what I'm gonna do." With that he started dressing him in the stolen clothes.

Illya groaned in pain.

"How bad is it?"

"Bad enough."

"Can you walk?" All he got in response was a weak nod. He gently helped his partner up and they started back through the building.

When they passed Vornoch's body he felt Illya stiffen and give a gasp of relief. "Come on, Illya, it's just a little further." And was rewarded with a nod. He was relieved when they finally made it to the car and Illya passed out from the pain. Napoleon bundled him into the back seat and went back to Vornoch's body. Grabbing him by the arms he pulled him into the building and dumped him onto the conveyer belt.He hit the button he found near the oven door and watched as the belt slowly took the dead body toward the flames. As the flames took hold Napoleon muttered, "Burn in hell, you bastard." Before making his way back to the car and driving away.