Napoleon Solo struggled in the grip of the nightmare.  "No more", he begged, not realizing he was speaking out loud.

Sinister laughter was the only reply as rough hands spread the cheeksof his buttocks and fingers, slick with semen, abused
his rectum.

"This is the price of treason!", Don Julian shouted above the laughter.

"Roast in hell, you bastard!!", Napoleon heard himself shout.

"Not today, my son!  Who's next?"

Napoleon fought with all his will to wake up but couldn't.  "Illya!!!", he screamed.  "Help....", he added with a whimper.

Suddenly loving arms enfolded his sweat-soaked body.  He stiffened."Illya?"

"It is I, Napasha.  Calm.  You are safe", whispered the beloved voice.

Solo obeyed.  "Illya, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, my love.  Now, listen carefully to me.  I am headed for THRUSH Central to destroy it once and for all from within.  I want you to swear to me that you will not interfere but will work with Antonia and the resistance......"

"But....", Napoleon began to interrupt.

"Hush, my heart, and listen.  Antonia will explain my reasons and has already sent her best to help me.  I can hear them as I hear the stealth tracker THRUSH sent.  You are the only family each as left.  My peopleneed you.  Swear it."

Once again Napoleon opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by the intense throbbing in the palm of his hand.  Without looking he knew it was their pledge scar.  "I swear it", he replied.

"Thank you.  Now, sleep and dream of us.  I love you always."

"And I you, Illyusha.  Come back to me."

"Count on it."

Napoleon snuggled down in the thick quilt smiling as he felt the arms of Morpheus enfold him.  His dreams were sweet indeed.
 

He glanced down at his own palm where the scar throbbed.  "Yes, my Napasha, count on it."

With that thought, he pulled out a small device from his backpack and pushed the red button in its center.

The stealth plane exploded in a huge fireball.