That’s sexual harassment and I don’t have to stand for it.” “The human resources director warned you about cracks like that. I turn to her, “Is there something you would like to get off your chest?” Ī lab assistant comes up to us, the top of her labcoat open and generous cleavage and breasts are in danger of falling out.
“Two types of screwdriver, a knife, pliers, awl, small saw, fishhook remover, and a toothpick.” “If you rotate the handle, your car keys pop out of the end.” “If the key chain is a tazer, what’s this tazer for?” I pick up a tazer off the lab bench. The fountain pen fires tranquilizer darts, the PDA cracks computer security systems, the lighter is a miniature camera, and the cell phone fires a grappling hook. The same goes for the keychain, which is actually a tazer capable of disabling a man in seconds. It has a self-charging battery that is good forever. To reiterate: The wristwatch fires a powerful laser beam. What were you saying?” I find that I’m speaking with an English accent.
I open my eyes and find myself in some sort of lab. “… and this, 007 – are you paying attention?” What did I think of it? What kind of review will I write? Too tired to consider such weighty questions, I stumble from the computer to fall asleep on a nearby couch. Eyes strained, fingers cramped, butt asleep, I have at last completed Nightfire in two marathon days.