From Part 18 // "Yep and we've got a full team on the base, so let's move it gentlemen!" April snapped. //

The four agents ran through the now captured THRUSH/Alien base, their guns in hand..

"How many prisoners did we get Mark.?" Napoleon asked catching his breath after the small group were all outside and back above ground.

Mark shook his head.

"We took less than a dozen Napoleon. And they are a tight lipped bunch too.." he answered sounding a bit frustrated.

"Did you capture any of the Aliens?" Illya asked, "And if so, were there any females among them.?"

Illya was thinking about the female voice that had questioned and tortured him as he laid strapped on the cold metallic examination table. And how she so calmly and coolly threatened to kill his partner and best friend if he did not agree to her demands that he 'mate' with Napoleon. To have his child, a child she would take after it was born. Illya knew her promises to released them after the mating and child's birth were all lies. And in truth, he had only half expected to be given the items that he requested to create the bomb. It was a gamble he had had to take.

Illya had revealed to his friend some of his own fears over what they 'may' have done to his body in order to make it possible for him to 'mate' and 'have' Napoleon's baby. He had revealed something else to Napoleon. And now that that forbidden door had been forced open slightly, he wondered if it would be opened farther or be closed again and shut forever.

But that, he would think on later.

"No," April was saying "just the THRUSH Agents." she answered him. Then added on a brighter note. "But we did find some of the missing students from the last group that were reported lost in this area some months ago.." April told them..

Both Napoleon and Illya's eyes widened in surprised. "Really? What are their conditions.?" "I can't tell you that yet Illya, but I will tell you this mate. Those kids have been put through hell. They all looked like they've aged about ten years." Mark told them, a bleak look on his handsome lean face.

"I will want to speak to those students after they get checked over by Medical." Napoleon said. "By-the-way? Where are they being sent to be examined." "Mr. Waverly ordered them to be flown directly back to UNCLE headquarters in New York. He wants you two to return there with us when we get everything tided up here." April told him,. "And your implants will be removed after you get back to HQ." she added.

"Great, the sooner we get these things out of us, the happier I/we will be."

Napoleon turned to look at his blond Russian. And just for a fleeting moment, his mind's eye could see that beautiful slender strong nude body he saw back in that cell. The soft pale skin, that gentle face.. those depthless knowing blue eyes... those supple inviting lips.... Napoleon shook himself mentally.

"And you my stubborn Russian," his arm was now firmly around Illya's shoulders. "are going to get a full check up as soon as we are back at to Headquarters. Whether you want one or not."

Illya mentally cringed. He so detested the idea of being poked and prodded by the over anxious practitioners in UNCLE medical. And usually he would raise a protest to that kind of an order. But not this time.

This time was different. Illya had to know what these 'aliens'.. or what ever they really might be.. had done to him, his body. His coolly clinical mind had reasoned it out that they would have had to do 'something' to him prior to 'mating' with Napoleon. Otherwise Napoleon's seed would be lost deep inside his body-far to quickly to allow these 'aliens' to intercede to make it possible for him to ever conceive a child. No... If they were forcing them to mate now, they had already 'prepared him somehow to conceive Napoleon's child...

"Alright Napoleon."

Mark's jaw dropped. But April only smiled triumphantly.

"And that is another $20 you own me I believe. Isn't it Mark?"

Mark said nothing. The answer "Yes" was written all over his face.

** ** ** **

It took a day or so to search and research the THRUSH/Alien base. Little was found to help answer a very few of the millions of questions that this case had already created..

Napoleon and Mark searched the whole of the base together trying to find the US satellite that had brought Napoleon and Illya into this case from the beginning. They found no trace of it anywhere. Napoleon wondered if Sepharan might have it. Or if it was in the hands of THRUSH's new partners, the mysterious 'aliens' that had implanted those nasty little probes into he and his partner.

The grim news that Sepharan was yet still alive had not alleviated the troubles of the two agents in their fruitless search. Mr. Waverly was unhappy to hear that Sepharan was alive. The man was, as he reminded them, one of THRUSH's most wily and dangerous operatives. Finding and stopping his evil plan would be just as important as retrieving the satellite.

** ** ** **

Napoleon and Mark were left to investigate the THRUSH base. April had been ask to take Illya back to the UNCLE infirmary in Bangkok. Under the circumstances it was deemed wise to have the doctors assess Illya's physical condition. The preliminary examination on him turned up more than anyone was expecting.

They deduced in short order that something drastic had been altered in his body.

Illya had undergone very extreme surgery. He had no ovaries, but somehow, he had developed eggs. A uterus half the size of an adult human female's sat in his lower abdomen. There was of course no vagina, but there was a tiny slender fibrous tube that gave a clear avenue to the small uterus from the rectum. The eggs were already in the uterus in a tidy thin membranous sack attached to the uterine wall, waiting, waiting there to be released to join with the expected seed of Napoleon. These 'aliens' had thought of everything.

It was an elegant, advanced and very very precise piece of surgery. Far beyond the sophistication of any known surgical technique on Earth. The doctors were mystified and bewildered by these findings.

Yet somehow Illya was taking all this wonderment in without showing any sign of panic. But of course that was not his way.. The iron willed Russian rarely ever allowed any of his true feelings to be seen by others he did not trust. And trust had never come easily to him. It was a hard thing for him to just take someone at face value.

Illya did trust Napoleon, Mark, April and Alexander Waverly. And it was April he sought to speak to now. Napoleon was not there, but he could talk to April. And it was better that he talk with her first. With the new changes and additions to his body, she seemed the most logical if not the perfect member of his friends to confide in.

'Poor, poor April' he thought to himself. 'Just wait till she hears all the crazy insane questions I have to ask her."

Illya was smiling at April as she entered his room. "You're awake, how do you feel" she was asking him. He motioned for her to come over and sit on the bed next to him. "April, I want to talk to you. I need to ask you some rather important questions ... A lot of questions."

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"No! It can't be. It's impossible. The doctors have got to be mistaken." Napoleon said starring at Mark, the shocked expression still playing a crossed his face. "Nope, sorry mate. It's all true, it was all in the medical report. You just read it. So now it looks like our friend Illya if he so wishes,..." Mark gave Napoleon a knowing grin. "...can look forward to the prospects of possible Motherhood."