It was when Illya heard a thud that his mind became troubled the rest of the night. It was just one sound, probably a usual thing for a hotel such as the one they were staying at so he tried to ignore it. The sound came from the room above him, so he calmed down once he realized that none of the other two were probably harmed because their rooms are on either side of his.

The next morning, he didn't wake up alone. He woke up with Napoleon anxiously pacing at the foot of his bed , which was an unusual state for the man considering he carried himself with confidence most of the time and not awfully burdened with anxiety. Napoleon stops pacing when Illya opened his eyes and looked.

"What is wrong, Sakharok.."Illya asked. No verbal response. Just a look that yelled shame and pleading.

Illya sat up at the edge of his bed and Napoleon walked infront of him.

"I take it, Nallya's not with you."

"No."

"You might want to see the room above hers... just... a suggestion ..." Napoleon strolled away without saying anything else.

Illya's guilt slowly crawled under his skin because he knew he should have checked the noise from the night before.

He knew it was her and he failed to protect her.

-----------The Night Before--

Nallya was reading through the files she'd snagged from Brogan's docks the night before when she connected all the dots. Every one of them, from the CIA to the tiniest detail of Russia's elite military squad. She was already suspicious of both agencies and it turned out she had every right to be when she was involved on the ongoing cold war.

"Who the hell decided...." she flipped over the last few papers and examined it carefully, rereading every bit of information that not even she can take in.

Nallya wrote down some of the important bits of the file; locations, keywords, list of people who were involved and stuck it inbetween the bricks inside the fireplace for her to retrieve for another time or incase anything happens. After all, it was right next to one of the boys' bugs.

"Well... all be damned.." There was a soft click from the door and she was sure it was being picked rather than being rattled to be turned.

They found her.

She got out of her desk and turned off the lamp, she quickly tossed the files into the live flame and watched it burn while she sat on the sofa waiting for the door to open.

It never did.

"You do what we say and nobody gets hurt."

"Oh. Hello, Anton." A man walks around the sofa with a gun in hand pointed at Nallya.

"Get up."Nallya puts her hand up and stands as she was led out of the room with the firearm at the bottom of her back. They walked towards a staircase and got up on the next floor.

"What exactly are we doing."

"Just get in the room."

"Dinner would be nice, you know. Or maybe a drive-in."

"Shut up."

As soon as Nallya steps inside the room, Anton kicked her to her knees and pushed the nozzle against the back of her head. Nallya laughs at this.

"You laugh now, but you should see who's watching." Nallya looks around the room. It was dark, barely lit by the moonlight from the windows. There were a few recognizable silhouettes of furnitures and well... reflection on eyeglasses. She knew immediately who it was without seeing the rest of the man.

"How are you, Pchelka."

"Still stinging, Stravinsky. Now that you have me here, what do you want."

"For you to come home."

"I don't have a home."

"You will if you knew what we'll do to your.... friends."

"You will do nothing. I will not come 'home'."

There was a pause. The room thick with silence before a voice cut it off.

"I see... Мальчиков, преподать ей урок." (Boys, teach her a lesson.) Nallya was outnumbered. Even she couldn't defend herself with that group because they were handpicked for this. She knew all of them and she knew she can die.

"-Oleg never said to take you in unharmed. He just said 'Alive'. We do not go by your terms.."He sits down on the armrest of the couch and put his hands together.

"You follow ours."

"Defiance is not something that goes unpunishable. Just like everything else."

It was punches after punches when she was lifted to her feet and being passed around like a rag doll. She took every hit without saying anything. She did try to fight, but she just got stabbed through the leg for doing so.

Nallya smirked throughout the beating even the moment her eyes started to flutter and she fell to the floor, slightly hoping that Illya and Napoleon will find her..... eventually.

----

Illya went to the room as soon as he could after getting dressed; It was bloody, it was a mess and it angered him. He knew that she must have been predominated to be actually taken and beaten... Or bleed for the matter. So for one, he only knew one organization who knew better than to come alone.

He came back down after investigating, to find Napoleon standing by the fireplace in Nallya's room with a piece of paper in his hand and with a stew look on his face as he kept on reading the information on it. Illya approached him when he finally looked up his expression changed to indignation.

"Did you know?"He asked looking at Illya like he'd just done the most treacherous thing. Napoleon took a step backwards when Illya put his hand out for the paper. Illya was wounded by the scant response.

"What are you on about, cowboy." Illya took some heedful steps back and crosses his arms.

Napoleon hesitated on handing him the paper, but deemed it fair to just show him if he was actually clueless.

Illya takes it and scans over the notes scribbled on the paper.

"I don't understand..... Are we her parents?"

"Don't say it like that. That makes the two of us sick perverts."

"This is serious."

"No! Of course not. Look, from how I'm reading it, she's an experiment. Our DNA were duplicated and merged together like some breeding cell that will give you a highest genius IQ  and constant adaptations of skills no matter what it is. That explains a lot about her language learning skills and combat skills and that's not even with an episode."

"..... she studies people's fighting patterns to counter it before they even hit... that explains a lot."

"Then how did we almost take her down in Belarus?"

"She was holding back."Napoleon followed Illya with his eyes as he paced around the room with the paper still in his clenched fist.

He stops abruptly and takes a deep breath.

"I recognize some of these coordinates. This one is in an Island in Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia. The island used to be the old torture chambers for KGB's prisoners. That's where they bring spies and military that try to infiltrate any of our chapters. It was turned into a testing lab for the agency's scientists."

"You think think she's in that one?"

"No. They know that I know these territories like the back of my hand. So they must be on this one." Illya points at the numbers his head couldn't place fast enough. Napoleon peered over the paper and he knew something was up.

"That's not a part of Russia."Napoleon started making his way out of the door when Illya grabbed him by the arm.

"I knew that, Solo! And if you're not going to tell me where it is, I'm going alone."

"The middle of pentagon and don't you dare grab me like that again. You know damn well we're both deeply involved in this so 'I'm going alone' isn't near a fucking option." Napoleon snaps at Illya with a dark look in his eyes when he pulled his arm away from his grip.

"I'm sorry that you have to hear me like that, but I need you to understand that that facility isn't something you can just easily slip in to... or escape for the matter. It's American turf with officials that will kill you for being Russian instead of being distracted by your pretty face. "He continues, but calmer than before.

"This.. place. I only know where it is because I was supposed to be executed. You were right about the chains on me the first time we met. It was either that or I work for them. Let's hope Nallya isn't situated to the same options I had. She's worth something after all.. as long as she lives that is."

"We're leaving in ten."

"Waverly is going to kill us. I'll go make the cover story; Leave a ransom note for Brogan and Saoirse. Anyone asks, the royal family was kidnapped."