Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

Napoleon Solo was once again tied to a chair as another THRUSH central wannabe expounded on his masterplan. "Once the world gives into my demands I'll be head of THRUSH!" the man screamed at Solo, spittle flying from his lips, his rubicund face contorted with passion. The THRUSH suddenly silenced dropped to the floor. "About time you got here partner." Napoleon smiled as Illya entered,