Illya shook as if chilled even though the airplane was at the correct temperture. Slate looked at him.

"You alright mate? You seem to be a bit tense?"

Illya looked at him. "You ever have a premonition?"

The british mans eyes intensefied. "Your mate or mine?" Was his question.

"Mine." Illya said softly.

Slate swore softly. "If I could get out and push this bird I would, where your mate is you can bet mine is near by."

April wore her nonuniform as if it were made for her. She stayed back till she saw Solo come through the door then was immediately in front of them.

"Hello my name is April and I am to be your private attendant for your stay here." She smiled widely at both of them. Angeqlique looked at her.

"I requested Benard." She said haugntingly.

April made a show of looking uncertain. "I am sorry but Benard was injured and I was asked to fill the position." She replied.

"Injured? How?"

April looked at her. " He feel down a flight of stairs. Broke his leg and one arm, he is in the hospital unconcious. Poor man." She neglected to mention that he had help falling down those stairs.

Solo watched her with a strange since of unrealness, he recognized her and knew that U.N.C.L.E. knew where and with whom he was with, but he also knew that meant Illya knew. He did not want the blond anywhere around this insane woman!

Neither Illya or Mark was calm during the unboarding of the plane they both thought about pushing to the front but knew if they did that they might tip their hand as to being U.N.C.L.E. and "Bugging up the whole show." As Mark stated it.

Slow and slower was the watch word and it paid off as they entered the airport they spotted two Thrush agents before they could call in four U.N.C.L.E. agents waylaid them and the two senior officers made their way out into the bright sunshine. A car was waiting for them, after introductions.

"Is Solo and Angelique at the spa?"

"Yes sir, they arrived about five minutes ago."

"What are we waiting for? Lets go to the spa." Illya snapped.

"Sorry sir, my orders are to take you straight to headquaters. There is a operative at the spa already and from what I hear she is quite a dish."

The man smiled knowingly at the blonde. He was shocked when the other man punched him in the nose.

"Why did you to that?"

Illya stared at him coldy. "The dish is his partner."