Napoleon was glancing around a tree when he felt a sharp sting in his back, and even before he let off a cry, everything went black.

When he came too, Napoleon gave no indication. He could hear a high pitched sound all around, and when he tried to subtly test movement in his arms and legs he found that not only where his arms and legs bound, but the pitch became even higher and grating. He opened his eyes, or tried to, squinting against the harsh bright lights.

Looking around he saw he was in a white room, the walls almost seamless from where he was laying. But the bed he was laying on was steel, or some kind of metal and although it was warmed, he had no blanket or other method of heating himself. When he looked down his body he saw that there where metal probes sticking out of his belly button, and when he shifted he felt another one in a very tender spot. By the feel of it it was a rather large one, in a VERY tender spot, and it definitely cramped his ability to move!

As he looked around, a metalic sounding voice came over a speaker "So, you are awake Solo. Good. We need you concious for this part of the testing. Feel free to scream if you want. It won't help any but we would be interested to find out what will make you plead. "

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Illya in the mean time, dropped down amidst clods of dirt and rocks, scraping himself along what seemed to be the sides of a natural fissure in the earth. When he tumbled to the bottom he took a moment to collect himself and do an inventory of the bumps, bruises and broken bones he had. 'Broken wrist, broken rib, bruised ribs, sprained ankle, a lot of bruises' he realised. Running his good hand through his now muddy blond hair, he looked around and up. It was a long, long way up.