"I believe someone should die," declared Von Krule. "Yes, now would be an excellent time for someone to die -- namely, you, Mr. Yves." Agent Yves responded with silence, trapped as he was in the ingenious Claw of Exquisite Discomfort. The beautiful, treacherous Celsia Smoulder floated her way to Yves' side. "Please, Yves, give him the microfilm. For you. For us." She kissed him, hard. Yves bit her lip. "Pass that on to your psychopathic sweetie." "Come, Celsia," interrupted Von Krule. "I leave the execution to the Claw. We must see to our plans. Goodnight, Yves. You will sleep very, very tight." Von Krule's laugher echoed down the corridor that opened behind him? |