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A render for 's Back in Black - Part 12The door to the reception room opened.A pretty young secretary sat at a desk in the middle of the room, typing away on her computer keyboard. She didn’t look up. “Just one minute,” she called out, her eyes still on the screen. “Just need to finish this sentence…” She tapped one last key, then smiled and straightened in her chair. “Now, how can I—” she stopped mid-sentence, her mouth falling open.“Sorry,” Bluejay said with a half-smile. “We don’t have an appointment.” She pointed her gun at the secretary. “Hands where I can see them.”The pretty secretary quickly complied and thrust her hands into the air. All the blood drained from her face.Behind Bluejay, Oriole grunted as she dragged the unconscious body of a female guard into the room. She dumped the woman unceremoniously on the floor, then moved back to the office door. “Corridor’s clear,” she whispered to Bluejay.“Sounds good,” Bluejay said. Her gaze never left the secretary. “Alright, stand up.”“Mr. Tobin isn’t here,” the secretary said anxiously. She got to her feet, her hands still raised. “There’s nothing of value here. No money—”“We don’t want money,” Bluejay said with a sneer. “Now turn around.”Trembling, the secretary obeyed. Bluejay moved towards her, giving her a cursory glance. The woman was slim, with modest breasts but a nicely curved waistline. Her hair was short and black. She wore a professional mini-dress that did nothing to hide her long legs or her slim figure.“P-please…” the secretary said. “I just do as I’m told. I don’t know anything—”“That’s Lord Ether’s…er, Mr. Tobin’s office back there?” Bluejay glanced at the door at the back of the reception room.The secretary risked a glance back at the red-haired agent. “Y-yes. I told you though, he’s not in—”“His computer is there?” Oriole closed the reception room door. “Is it password-protected?”“Well…yes…” the secretary stuttered. “But I don’t know what the password is. Mr. Tobin is a very private man—”Bluejay sighed. “Oh well. Looks like you get to take little nap now.”The secretary gave a puzzled look. “A…nap? What—?”Bluejay brought the butt of her gun down hard on the back of the pretty secretary’s head.The woman gave a confused grunt, her eyes rolling back into her head as she pitched forward onto the floor. She landed heavily and limply, completely unconscious.Bluejay turned back to Oriole. “Well?”Oriole moved to the door at the rear of the room. She tried the handle. “Unlocked.”“That’s a good start,” Bluejay said. “Better let me clear it first.” She went up to the door herself, then opened it with her gun raised.The office was large and well furnished, with sitting chairs, and tall bookshelves lining the walls. A large desk with a computer was in the middle of the room.Other than that, it was empty.“Looks like sleeping beauty out there was telling the truth,” Bluejay grunted. “No one’s home.”Oriole had already moved past her comrade and around to the desk computer’s keyboard. She tapped a few keys. “She was right about the computer, too. It wants a password.”Bluejay glanced back out into the reception room. “You think you can crack it?”Oriole slid a hand into the bosom of her breast, and came out with a small USB stick. “I have some hacking programs on this. I’ll give it a try.”Bluejay frowned. “Eventually someone’s going to notice the missing guards, Oriole. I’m amazed there hasn’t been an alert sounded yet.”“Then this is our best play,” Oriole said. “This is Lord Ether’s personal computer. It’s quite likely to have command codes and override functions. If we can get past the communications jammer we can get a message to Meadowlark.”Bluejay nodded slowly. “Alright. Have at it. I’ll keep an eye on the hallway and our two sleeping friends out there.” She stepped back into the reception room and closed the connecting door to just a small crack behind her. Oriole bent down over the computer, her nicely rounded tush wiggling behind her as she focused. “Alright,” she breathed. “Let’s do this.” She plugged the USB stick into the side of the computer, then tapped a few keys. “Oh yeah,” she said with a grin. “This is going to be easy.”“Funny,” said a quiet voice from behind her. “I was just thinking the same thing.”,Oriole’s heart skipped a beat. She started to turn, but it was already too late. A strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her back. At the same moment a wet, heavy rag was clamped over her face. The smell on it was unmistakable.Chloroform. “Now, now,” came the soft man’s voice in her ear. “Don’t fight it. Just lie back now and let me put you to bed.”Oriole struggled, her long sleek legs thrashing out uselessly in front of her. She had inhaled a lungful of the chloroform before she had even realized what was happening, and she could already feel the effects. Her focus was off, her body uncoordinated and her thoughts sluggish. It’s as if all her agent training had vanished into the ether. All she felt was a sheer, animal-like panic at being trapped and held by the powerful man who crushed her in his grasp, with the smell of chloroform burning into her mouth and nose. “Shhh,” the man said quietly into her ear, “I’m just going to rock you to sleep now, baby. Just breath this and calm down. Thaaaat’s right….”Oriole tried to scream, to call out to Bluejay, but her cries were muffled and lost in the thick damp cloth that covered her face. She vaguely thought that she could kick something on the desk, perhaps knock the monitor or the keyboard off and attract Bluejay’s attention, but her assailant was far too clever for that. He had already pulled her far back away from the desk so that her flailing legs and arms couldn’t reach anything. His grip on her was impossibly tight. There was no doubt that he had done this before. Oriole beat uselessly at the arm that held the chloroform-soaked cloth over her face. She even scratched at her assailant’s limbs like a cornered cat, anything she could do to get free.It was no use. She was completely trapped, and she couldn’t even make enough noise to alert Bluejay in the very next room.“It’s okay…it will be over soon,” the man breathed into her ear. “You just need to go to sleep. There we go.”Oriole twisted and writhed in the man’s grip, trying to shake him off her, to somehow get loose. It was no use. While she struggled, however, she just managed to catch a glimpse of a bookshelf behind the desk as it slid closed. A secret passage. Of course. Oriole had been so stupid. In frustration she tried to scream again, but instead got another mouthful of chloroform. This time, however, it didn’t smell so bad. In fact, it made her feel suddenly relaxed. She took another deep breath before she could stop herself, and felt a warm, heavy dullness settle over her mind. It was nice, so nice. Oriole’s legs jerked, then slowly stopped kicking. Her arms dropped one at a time to her side. She tried to raise one half-heartedly in an attempt to swat her assailant. Her hand lifted about halfway, wavered, then dropped again. It was too heavy for her to raise. And truth be told, she couldn’t really remember why she had wanted to. She was breathing in the chloroform now, and each breath made her feel more warm and relaxed then she could ever remember. Her vision was becoming blurred, her thoughts jumbled. The feeling of panic was gone, replaced by a strange sense of drowsy peacefulness. Her eyes were fluttering and growing heavy. It was hard to keep them open. In fact, it was hard to even stand. Oriole found herself leaning back against the strong man behind her, who was now holding her weakening body up.“Nighty-night, sweet girl,” the man whispered into her ear. He kissed her soft cheek, and his free hand massaged Oriole’s perfectly round breasts. “You look so tired. Let’s get you comfy now.”Oriole whimpered softly into the cloth. The man who held her sounded nice. Everything sounded nice right now. She was so warm and sleepy. She needed a long nap. That would make everything better. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about anything ever again. Even the oddly hard shape that pressed into her soft buttocks didn’t worry her, even though it seemed like it should. The world just felt so right and peaceful. ,“That’s right,” the man said as he lowered Oriole onto the floor until she lay back against him on the ground, her body completely limp. His greedy hand squeezed and groped Oriole’s soft, helpless body with abandon now. “I’ll hold you while you sleep. Close your eyes now like a good girl.”Oriole felt her eyes drifting shut. Everything was swirling into a warm darkness.The cloth lifted from her face, and a hand stroked her cheek. Oriole sighed sleepily. “Uh-oh, not just yet, honey.” The man’s face appeared above her, but it was blurred and out of focus. “I’m enjoying this too much. You don’t know how long it’s been for me since I’ve actually chloroformed a beautiful young woman.” He sighed, his hands kneading her breasts as he talked. “All this gassing and brainwashing becomes so…clinical. It loses the personal touch. The up-close feel of a woman surrendering herself to me, the limp feel of her body against mine, her soft sighs of defeat…”Oriole tried to say something, but it just came out as a low moan. It was hard to keep her eyes open even a little. She kept shutting them. And it was hard to to focus on what the nice man was saying. It seemed important, but none of the words would stay in Oriole’s brain.“Now,” the man continued, his hand sliding down underneath Oriole’s dress and between her silken thighs, “there’s something I always like to check with the women I chloroform. A little theory of mine.” Oriole gasped suddenly as she felt two fingers slip easily inside her. The gasp quickly turned into a shuddering moan. “My my,” the man said gleefully. “Aroused. I thought as much.” He leaned down and kissed her gently on her slack lips.Confused and still wonderfully drowsy, Oriole kissed him back.“Now,” the man said, “before you go to sleep, I need to ask you some questions. What’s your name?”“Oriole…” she sighed. She cuddled her head against the man’s warm body. “And who do you work for, Oriole?”“S-SCORPION…” Oriole murmured.“Good girl,” the man said quietly. “That’s all I need right now. I have to search you, but you don’t have to be awake for that.”Oriole was barely awake as it was. Her head was spinning, so it was easier now just to keep her eyes closed. And the man felt so nice, nicer than any bed Oriole had ever been on. She felt impossibly heavy. ,“Alright,” the man said. He put the cloth back over Oriole’s face. “Time for you to go to sleep now, Oriole. Breathe deeply and relax. Just a little nap now. That’s right.”Oriole never heard his last words. She breathed in the chloroform obediently, her eyes unable to open and her mind slowly sinking into a wonderful stupor. She didn’t feel the man’s hands sliding over her voluptuous body, didn’t feel the press of his erection against her soft flesh, didn’t feel or care about anything…Not for a very long time. ***To say Lord Ether was aroused was an understatement. With the gorgeous brunette cuddled against him, her quiet whimpers finally fading into a low snore, he throbbed with desire. She was beautiful in sleep, her toned and curved body completely limp, warm and utterly helpless. Lord Ether took several minutes more than he should have to disengage himself from the comely young agent. His hands slid beneath her dress to grope her satiny breasts, pinching her nipples until they hardened. His fingers slipped up again and again between her legs and underneath the skimpy panties she wore, the first foray into an enticing world that he fully intended to explore much more thoroughly. He kissed her warm, full lips and stroked her unconscious face and luscious hair, enjoying the feel of her pliable and feminine body that was relaxed against him.Every so often Oriole would give the softest of dreamy sighs, then return to her untroubled snoring. Taking her here and now would be the easiest thing in the world. The chloroform had certainly made her wet enough, and Lord Ether had a raging erection that begged to be satiated. There would be time enough for interrogation later. Right now he burned for this girl, wanted to feel the sweet warmth of her welcoming womanhood, her—“Oriole?” Bluejay’s hissed voice came from the next room, just audible through the almost shut office door. “Whatever you’re doing hurry it up. I’ve got movement out in the corridor.”Lord Ether pulled his hungry mouth away from Oriole’s slightly parted lips. He shook his head, trying to regain his self-control. Time for all this later. He still needed to take out the other agent. Of course, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to it. It had been far too long since he had chloroformed a woman into submission. And no, Dark Raven didn’t count. She was fun, of course, but somehow a willing participant wasn’t quite the same. Lord Ether could easily have summoned a dozen security guards to take these two intruders out the moment he saw them on his hidden camera feed, but he had decided he needed the practice. With a deep sigh, Lord Ether pulled his wandering hands away from Oriole’s soft curves, then hoisted the unconscious woman up. He dragged her unmoving body to the office chair and settled her into it, though not without a little bit of not-so-accidental rubbing of his own aching manhood against her magnificent body in the process. Oh well. It’s not like she would ever know or care. Oriole settled into the office chair, her legs spread and her hands loose at her side. Her head flopped straight back, her mouth slightly open. ,Lord Ether placed the wet chloroform cloth over the woman’s face, then gave her shapely thighs a pat and her breasts one last loving squeeze. “You just stay there for now,” he said as he pulled yet another cloth out of his pocket. “I think it’s time for your friend to join you.”Oriole’s only answer was soft breathing and a buzzing snore. Lord Ether turned towards the office door, soaking the heavy cloth with a bottle of chloroform. He pushed his way out into the reception room, grabbing a small remote out of his pocket with his free hand. Bluejay was peering out through a crack in the front door, the submachine gun held at the ready in her hands. “Finally,” she breathed, turning her head around. “Did you manage to crack—”“Sorry,” Lord Ether said cheerfully. He raised the remote and pressed a small button on it. “I’m afraid your friend is taking a nice long nap right now. And you look like you could use one too.”

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A render for 's Back in Black - Part 12The door to the reception room opened.A pretty young secretary sat at a desk in the middle of the room, typing away on her computer keyboard. She didn’t look up. “Just one minute,” she called out, her eyes still on the screen. “Just need to finish this sentence…” She tapped one last key, then smiled and straightened in her chair. “Now, how can I—” she stopped mid-sentence, her mouth falling open.“Sorry,” Bluejay said with a half-smile. “We don’t have an appointment.” She pointed her gun at the secretary. “Hands where I can see them.”The pretty secretary quickly complied and thrust her hands into the air. All the blood drained from her face.Behind Bluejay, Oriole grunted as she dragged the unconscious body of a female guard into the room. She dumped the woman unceremoniously on the floor, then moved back to the office door. “Corridor’s clear,” she whispered to Bluejay.“Sounds good,” Bluejay said. Her gaze never left the secretary. “Alright, stand up.”“Mr. Tobin isn’t here,” the secretary said anxiously. She got to her feet, her hands still raised. “There’s nothing of value here. No money—”“We don’t want money,” Bluejay said with a sneer. “Now turn around.”Trembling, the secretary obeyed. Bluejay moved towards her, giving her a cursory glance. The woman was slim, with modest breasts but a nicely curved waistline. Her hair was short and black. She wore a professional mini-dress that did nothing to hide her long legs or her slim figure.“P-please…” the secretary said. “I just do as I’m told. I don’t know anything—”“That’s Lord Ether’s…er, Mr. Tobin’s office back there?” Bluejay glanced at the door at the back of the reception room.The secretary risked a glance back at the red-haired agent. “Y-yes. I told you though, he’s not in—”“His computer is there?” Oriole closed the reception room door. “Is it password-protected?”“Well…yes…” the secretary stuttered. “But I don’t know what the password is. Mr. Tobin is a very private man—”Bluejay sighed. “Oh well. Looks like you get to take little nap now.”The secretary gave a puzzled look. “A…nap? What—?”Bluejay brought the butt of her gun down hard on the back of the pretty secretary’s head.The woman gave a confused grunt, her eyes rolling back into her head as she pitched forward onto the floor. She landed heavily and limply, completely unconscious.Bluejay turned back to Oriole. “Well?”Oriole moved to the door at the rear of the room. She tried the handle. “Unlocked.”“That’s a good start,” Bluejay said. “Better let me clear it first.” She went up to the door herself, then opened it with her gun raised.The office was large and well furnished, with sitting chairs, and tall bookshelves lining the walls. A large desk with a computer was in the middle of the room.Other than that, it was empty.“Looks like sleeping beauty out there was telling the truth,” Bluejay grunted. “No one’s home.”Oriole had already moved past her comrade and around to the desk computer’s keyboard. She tapped a few keys. “She was right about the computer, too. It wants a password.”Bluejay glanced back out into the reception room. “You think you can crack it?”Oriole slid a hand into the bosom of her breast, and came out with a small USB stick. “I have some hacking programs on this. I’ll give it a try.”Bluejay frowned. “Eventually someone’s going to notice the missing guards, Oriole. I’m amazed there hasn’t been an alert sounded yet.”“Then this is our best play,” Oriole said. “This is Lord Ether’s personal computer. It’s quite likely to have command codes and override functions. If we can get past the communications jammer we can get a message to Meadowlark.”Bluejay nodded slowly. “Alright. Have at it. I’ll keep an eye on the hallway and our two sleeping friends out there.” She stepped back into the reception room and closed the connecting door to just a small crack behind her. Oriole bent down over the computer, her nicely rounded tush wiggling behind her as she focused. “Alright,” she breathed. “Let’s do this.” She plugged the USB stick into the side of the computer, then tapped a few keys. “Oh yeah,” she said with a grin. “This is going to be easy.”“Funny,” said a quiet voice from behind her. “I was just thinking the same thing.”,Oriole’s heart skipped a beat. She started to turn, but it was already too late. A strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her back. At the same moment a wet, heavy rag was clamped over her face. The smell on it was unmistakable.Chloroform. “Now, now,” came the soft man’s voice in her ear. “Don’t fight it. Just lie back now and let me put you to bed.”Oriole struggled, her long sleek legs thrashing out uselessly in front of her. She had inhaled a lungful of the chloroform before she had even realized what was happening, and she could already feel the effects. Her focus was off, her body uncoordinated and her thoughts sluggish. It’s as if all her agent training had vanished into the ether. All she felt was a sheer, animal-like panic at being trapped and held by the powerful man who crushed her in his grasp, with the smell of chloroform burning into her mouth and nose. “Shhh,” the man said quietly into her ear, “I’m just going to rock you to sleep now, baby. Just breath this and calm down. Thaaaat’s right….”Oriole tried to scream, to call out to Bluejay, but her cries were muffled and lost in the thick damp cloth that covered her face. She vaguely thought that she could kick something on the desk, perhaps knock the monitor or the keyboard off and attract Bluejay’s attention, but her assailant was far too clever for that. He had already pulled her far back away from the desk so that her flailing legs and arms couldn’t reach anything. His grip on her was impossibly tight. There was no doubt that he had done this before. Oriole beat uselessly at the arm that held the chloroform-soaked cloth over her face. She even scratched at her assailant’s limbs like a cornered cat, anything she could do to get free.It was no use. She was completely trapped, and she couldn’t even make enough noise to alert Bluejay in the very next room.“It’s okay…it will be over soon,” the man breathed into her ear. “You just need to go to sleep. There we go.”Oriole twisted and writhed in the man’s grip, trying to shake him off her, to somehow get loose. It was no use. While she struggled, however, she just managed to catch a glimpse of a bookshelf behind the desk as it slid closed. A secret passage. Of course. Oriole had been so stupid. In frustration she tried to scream again, but instead got another mouthful of chloroform. This time, however, it didn’t smell so bad. In fact, it made her feel suddenly relaxed. She took another deep breath before she could stop herself, and felt a warm, heavy dullness settle over her mind. It was nice, so nice. Oriole’s legs jerked, then slowly stopped kicking. Her arms dropped one at a time to her side. She tried to raise one half-heartedly in an attempt to swat her assailant. Her hand lifted about halfway, wavered, then dropped again. It was too heavy for her to raise. And truth be told, she couldn’t really remember why she had wanted to. She was breathing in the chloroform now, and each breath made her feel more warm and relaxed then she could ever remember. Her vision was becoming blurred, her thoughts jumbled. The feeling of panic was gone, replaced by a strange sense of drowsy peacefulness. Her eyes were fluttering and growing heavy. It was hard to keep them open. In fact, it was hard to even stand. Oriole found herself leaning back against the strong man behind her, who was now holding her weakening body up.“Nighty-night, sweet girl,” the man whispered into her ear. He kissed her soft cheek, and his free hand massaged Oriole’s perfectly round breasts. “You look so tired. Let’s get you comfy now.”Oriole whimpered softly into the cloth. The man who held her sounded nice. Everything sounded nice right now. She was so warm and sleepy. She needed a long nap. That would make everything better. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about anything ever again. Even the oddly hard shape that pressed into her soft buttocks didn’t worry her, even though it seemed like it should. The world just felt so right and peaceful. ,“That’s right,” the man said as he lowered Oriole onto the floor until she lay back against him on the ground, her body completely limp. His greedy hand squeezed and groped Oriole’s soft, helpless body with abandon now. “I’ll hold you while you sleep. Close your eyes now like a good girl.”Oriole felt her eyes drifting shut. Everything was swirling into a warm darkness.The cloth lifted from her face, and a hand stroked her cheek. Oriole sighed sleepily. “Uh-oh, not just yet, honey.” The man’s face appeared above her, but it was blurred and out of focus. “I’m enjoying this too much. You don’t know how long it’s been for me since I’ve actually chloroformed a beautiful young woman.” He sighed, his hands kneading her breasts as he talked. “All this gassing and brainwashing becomes so…clinical. It loses the personal touch. The up-close feel of a woman surrendering herself to me, the limp feel of her body against mine, her soft sighs of defeat…”Oriole tried to say something, but it just came out as a low moan. It was hard to keep her eyes open even a little. She kept shutting them. And it was hard to to focus on what the nice man was saying. It seemed important, but none of the words would stay in Oriole’s brain.“Now,” the man continued, his hand sliding down underneath Oriole’s dress and between her silken thighs, “there’s something I always like to check with the women I chloroform. A little theory of mine.” Oriole gasped suddenly as she felt two fingers slip easily inside her. The gasp quickly turned into a shuddering moan. “My my,” the man said gleefully. “Aroused. I thought as much.” He leaned down and kissed her gently on her slack lips.Confused and still wonderfully drowsy, Oriole kissed him back.“Now,” the man said, “before you go to sleep, I need to ask you some questions. What’s your name?”“Oriole…” she sighed. She cuddled her head against the man’s warm body. “And who do you work for, Oriole?”“S-SCORPION…” Oriole murmured.“Good girl,” the man said quietly. “That’s all I need right now. I have to search you, but you don’t have to be awake for that.”Oriole was barely awake as it was. Her head was spinning, so it was easier now just to keep her eyes closed. And the man felt so nice, nicer than any bed Oriole had ever been on. She felt impossibly heavy. ,“Alright,” the man said. He put the cloth back over Oriole’s face. “Time for you to go to sleep now, Oriole. Breathe deeply and relax. Just a little nap now. That’s right.”Oriole never heard his last words. She breathed in the chloroform obediently, her eyes unable to open and her mind slowly sinking into a wonderful stupor. She didn’t feel the man’s hands sliding over her voluptuous body, didn’t feel the press of his erection against her soft flesh, didn’t feel or care about anything…Not for a very long time. ***To say Lord Ether was aroused was an understatement. With the gorgeous brunette cuddled against him, her quiet whimpers finally fading into a low snore, he throbbed with desire. She was beautiful in sleep, her toned and curved body completely limp, warm and utterly helpless. Lord Ether took several minutes more than he should have to disengage himself from the comely young agent. His hands slid beneath her dress to grope her satiny breasts, pinching her nipples until they hardened. His fingers slipped up again and again between her legs and underneath the skimpy panties she wore, the first foray into an enticing world that he fully intended to explore much more thoroughly. He kissed her warm, full lips and stroked her unconscious face and luscious hair, enjoying the feel of her pliable and feminine body that was relaxed against him.Every so often Oriole would give the softest of dreamy sighs, then return to her untroubled snoring. Taking her here and now would be the easiest thing in the world. The chloroform had certainly made her wet enough, and Lord Ether had a raging erection that begged to be satiated. There would be time enough for interrogation later. Right now he burned for this girl, wanted to feel the sweet warmth of her welcoming womanhood, her—“Oriole?” Bluejay’s hissed voice came from the next room, just audible through the almost shut office door. “Whatever you’re doing hurry it up. I’ve got movement out in the corridor.”Lord Ether pulled his hungry mouth away from Oriole’s slightly parted lips. He shook his head, trying to regain his self-control. Time for all this later. He still needed to take out the other agent. Of course, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to it. It had been far too long since he had chloroformed a woman into submission. And no, Dark Raven didn’t count. She was fun, of course, but somehow a willing participant wasn’t quite the same. Lord Ether could easily have summoned a dozen security guards to take these two intruders out the moment he saw them on his hidden camera feed, but he had decided he needed the practice. With a deep sigh, Lord Ether pulled his wandering hands away from Oriole’s soft curves, then hoisted the unconscious woman up. He dragged her unmoving body to the office chair and settled her into it, though not without a little bit of not-so-accidental rubbing of his own aching manhood against her magnificent body in the process. Oh well. It’s not like she would ever know or care. Oriole settled into the office chair, her legs spread and her hands loose at her side. Her head flopped straight back, her mouth slightly open. ,Lord Ether placed the wet chloroform cloth over the woman’s face, then gave her shapely thighs a pat and her breasts one last loving squeeze. “You just stay there for now,” he said as he pulled yet another cloth out of his pocket. “I think it’s time for your friend to join you.”Oriole’s only answer was soft breathing and a buzzing snore. Lord Ether turned towards the office door, soaking the heavy cloth with a bottle of chloroform. He pushed his way out into the reception room, grabbing a small remote out of his pocket with his free hand. Bluejay was peering out through a crack in the front door, the submachine gun held at the ready in her hands. “Finally,” she breathed, turning her head around. “Did you manage to crack—”“Sorry,” Lord Ether said cheerfully. He raised the remote and pressed a small button on it. “I’m afraid your friend is taking a nice long nap right now. And you look like you could use one too.”