"We are going to the spa. Angelique is not someone you leave waiting." Illya repeated to the other agent. He looked over at Mark, who in return nodded.

"Sirs." the California agent was still rubbing at his face. "My orders are to take you both directly to HQ."

Illya glanced down at the small white bandage wrapped around his right hand. He flexed the fingers to try and make a fist. It was still too stiff to do what he was ready and willing to do-what he really wanted to do.

Mark caught on to what Illya was doing and to what he wanted to do.

Mark looked at Illya. 'Let me mate.' he mouthed so that only Illya could see.

Before Illya could have stopped him,if he had wanted to stop him, Mark was behind the other agent. And in one quick fluid moment, knocked the other man out.

"Hum.. That should keep him napping for the next 30 minutes or so." said the Blonde Englishman. Mark looked back up at Illya. "Well, it did put an end to the argument."

Illya nodded his approval. He and Mark would answer for this breach in the rules later. But first they would go after their partners. Napoleon would be dead if he kept Angelique waiting too long. April was good, but if Angelique even got the smallest hint what and who she was. April would die too..

Mark had carried the other 'slumbering' agent to a seat by the wall. He was standing next to Illya now holding the leys to the car. "OK mate, should we go to the aid our partners now?"

Illya raised his hand to take the keys..

"Ah-h!" Mark pilled back his hand. "..no you don't. I'll drive."

Illya smiled coolly, but then nodded. "Have it your way, let's just get going."

"Grab your bag." Mark picked his back up.

Soon they were in the car, and on their way.

~ ~ ~ Angelique looked at April directly.

"All right. I will call you when I need you. But never come in here unless you are told to.. Do you understand?" Angelique told her firmly.

April smiled. Tough lady, she thought. Then she nodded she understood. "Yes Ma'am. As you wish. Do you require anything now?"

April found more and more that she really did not like the other women.. But she kept the subservient smile on her pretty face.

Napoleon tried not to look at April directly.. He knew Angelique would kill the young agent if she learned that she was UNCLE.

"No." she told the redhead flatly.

April bowed slightly.

"Yes Ma'am. Please call me when you need me then." She smiled at both Angelique and Napoleon. She noted that Napoleon looked tired and worn a bit, and he had been abused. By Angelique no doubt. Poor man, she thought.

After April lift the room, Angelique looked at Napoleon with a cold smile.

"That was a good boy." she taunted. She pointed to one of the plush chairs. "Now sit." she ordered.

He did so and was swiftly tied to it. He closed his eyes and thought of Illya. 'God, don't let Illya come.' he silently prayed. 'she will kill him.'

~ ~ ~ Mark had said little as he drove the car. As did Illya.

Now Mark broke the thin silence.

"If anything happens to her..." he looked over at the Russian. "I know she's good Illya, Damn good. But Angelique is good too."

Illya listened. He understood.

"She will be careful Mark. And anyway, we will be there soon."

Mark nodded.

"I know. We have been together for over two years. And she's the best partner I have ever worked with." He flashed a glance at Illya. "Ah hell Illya, you know how I feel about her. You and half of NY HQ."

Illya patted Marks shoulder.

"She will be OK Mark. Just keep your mind on the job ahead.."

Mark smiled, but the worry was still visible on his face.. He saw the mirror of it on Illya's face.

"He will be OK too mate.." he answered. 'Or I'll kill the bitch myself.' he added silently to himself..