"Look out!" Napoleon shouted, but it was too late.
A wheelbarrow full of red bricks came tumbling down on top of Illya, dumped by a fugitive atop a scaffolding.
Solo raised his gun, darting the man and sending him hurtling down to the ground.
Napoleon made a dash for his partner, scrambling to uncover him. Finally a pale face appeared.
"Illya! Wake up buddy, come on!"
Kuryakin's eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times.
"Napoleon?" His voice was hoarse.
"I'm here. What hurts...can you move?"
"I could if you would get your knee off my chest."