Posted 28 May 2010 - 01:23 PM
He managed to unlock the door, fingers clawing for his gun. The woman on his back held on, allowing him just enough air to keep moving. It was a cruel, cruel torture, and they had become a sort of unity locked in pain. He tried to shake her off by smashing her into a doorpost, but she lightly pushed with a foot, and he knocked himself face first against the metal door post, breaking his nose. "Oh my," she whispered. "That's going to make breathing even harder." she laughed.
He crept on, to a pair of well-worn shoes, a man in a raincoat being their owner, who had a sniper rifle at his side. He crept past the man, to the table, and grabbed a knife from under a map. The strangler and the strangled struggled for a moment, then she hit his hand with an empty handed combat technique, and the knife sprung away, by a freak accident finding the throat of the man with the well worn shoes, who sagged down, bleeding. "never endanger your king," he muttered, then died.
Silanah is dead, he was William Flange, an American Spy.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.