The arrogance in his captor's voice, coupled with worry for Illya, snapped Solo's last nerve.

"You know, I'm really getting sick and tired of villains who are all talk and no action!" he snapped.

"Explain?" This time the metallic voice was definitely female.

"Oh, its very simple. You hide and talk instead of showing yourselves", Solo replied. "What's the matter, afraid?", he added, the contempt in his voice evident.

"And your bravado is typical of your species. We will show ourselves in our own good time", the male voice replied.

Napoleon tsked. "My, my. Such original dialogue. Be that as it may, to what do I owe the honor this kidnaping?", he countered.

"Who we are and what we are is not important at this time, Mr. Solo", the female voice replied. "The word 'kidnaping' is incorrect. You are our guest", it added.

Solo shook his head as much as his bindings would allow him movement. "Did you ask my permission to come here?"

"No."

"Then you kidnaped me...."

"Enough!", the male voice snapped, interrupting Solo's tirade. "Back to work. This extension between your legs, what is it used for?"

Napoleon chuckled. "You don't have sex where you come from?", he teased; then immediately regretted it as the probe expanded the so-called 'extension'. He hissed in pain.

"Good", the male voice responded at his captive's reaction. "Now, hear me and understand, you are here to answer questions....."

".....'not to ask them' ", Solo finished.

The probe expanded once more and Napoleon's body arched against the pain but he didn't cry out..

"You are becoming most annoying, Mr. Solo, and most uncooperative."

Before Napoleon could reply another metallic voice cut in. This one was also definitely male but much younger. "Sir, I have detected another intruder."

"Where?", the older voice demanded.

"Above us."

"Indeed? Call up the image."

Napoleon watched in horror as what could only be described as a full 3-D image of Illya came into focus and appeared to fill the entire chamber. The Russian was steadily climbing up the side of the pit.

"Well, well. A friend, Mr. Solo?", the male voice inquired.

Napoleon kept silent, quickly masking his expression. Unbeknownst to him it was too late.

"Take him!", the female voice commanded.

Napoleon's heart constricted as the craft shuddered and began to move upward toward the unsuspecting Russian.