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

“I told you he wasn’t dead!  He’s coming around.  He works for the Claibornes, KILL HIM!”

Napoleon was splayed out on his back on the snow – covered ground, head spinning from an unexpected blow, surrounded by several voices all raised in a combination of fear, anger and excitement; but hearing that command forced his eyes open and made him throw up his hands defensively as he used his legs to slide away from that voice.  “No!  I don’t work for the Claibornes!”  He looked around quickly to see five young women who appeared to be in their mid – teens to early twenties who, like him, were woefully underdressed for the weather.  “My name is Napoleon Solo and I work for the United Network Command for Law Enforcement.  I’m investigating the Claibornes.”  He smiled briefly to show, he hoped, that he meant no harm.  “May I ask: Who are you young ladies, what are you doing here, wherever here is, and what do you know about the Claibornes?”