Robin 2 - Part Two
by Jatona

"Illya! Open this door now!"

Striding the last few inches to the door, Illya flung it open, reached out and pulled the startled man inside. "Will you quiet down!", he snapped. "And why are you early?"

The other man, a red-head of about the Russian's age, fought to catch his breathe. "We've got to leave now!", he finally gasped. "Somehow Napoleon found out and his on his way!"

"Damn!", Illya swore, quickly grabbing the suitcase. "How?"

"I don't know, but my 'source' alerted me! Have you got everything?"

Illya took one last look around his now bare apartment. Memories seemed to appear everywhere - Napoleon helping him move in, then cooking (a feat for the American in itself) for him a surprisingly declicious Italian dinner; Napoleon taking care of him when he'd had a rather nasty bout of flu; Napoleon being with him doing the 'Blackout'; Napoleon.....

"Illya!"

The voice intruded, once more, into his reverie. "Hmmm?", he replied, his voice filled with a longing that threatened to weaken his resolve.

"Can we get moving or do you want to wait until Napoleon gets here?"

"No need for that", came a voice from the doorway. The two men froze, neither needing to turn to know to whom that voice belonged. "I'm here."

Napoleon Solo strode into the room and came to stand between the two men - he faced the Russian. "You may go", he commanded the other man.

Illya bristled. "I beg your pardon, Napoleon, he is my friend and, therefore, my guest. He'll go when I tell him!"

Solo's eyes never waived from his partner's face. "Then I suggest you tell him....NOW!", he commanded.

Illya's clenched his fist. "How dare you!", he hissed. "Until I leave this is still my...."

"Very well. If you won't, I will!"

Next? To part 3