>>The Politburo agent reached out and grabbed the THRUSH agent's arm..
"You interfering, capitalist pig!" he screamed.<<

The scuffle and the shouting had drawn onlookers, and Illya used them to his
advantage, half-carrying Napoleon past the closest group and through a
nearby door.

By some insane piece of good luck, they'd ended up in the room next to the
kitchens devoted to preparing carts for room service. The younger agent
gently draped his partner over an empty cart, grabbed a stack of clean linen
napkins, used some to staunch Napoleon's wound and placed the rest on the
cart's lower shelf for later. He then threw a tablecloth over the other man
and made for the service elevators.

Illya punched the button for the garage level and hoped Americans and Brits
shared a few practicalities. He was once more in luck -- a delivery van was
parked close to the elevator, unlocked, and the keys were still inside.
Begging the forgiveness of the absent owner, the Russian loaded the wounded
man into the rear, jumped into the driver's seat, started the van and drove
away, neither quickly nor slowly so as to draw no attention. He even pulled
over as the ambulance passed, just before he arrived at the exit.

Driving with one hand, he pulled out and activated his communicator. "Open
Channel D -- Emergency Priority!"

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