Blue eyes were considering him. The inappropriate amusement was tinged with something else... Concern?
Suddenly it was total darkness. Napoleon choked with the nauseating and familiar smell, saltpeter and dampness, of a cell. Stretching his hand tentatively, he hit a dank wall.
“I don't know where we are but anyway we should be able to relax there... for awhile.”
Napoleon winced. Blue eyes were still considering him in the library.
“Illya, you're talking nonsense!” Napoleon Solo grabbed his partner's shoulders and shook him roughly. “We're in a cell. I know it for sure.”
A dim light appeared above him.