"Do you see this?" Larisa says, her wrist wagging back and forth like some terrible pendulum, a tremendous reactor-sized device dangling above your head, poised to drop at any second and crush you.
She doesn't wait for a reply before continuing, and you don't mind overly much. In your experience, it's always been the case that maniacal would-be world conquerors can't resist revelling in the awesomeness of their schemes, even if such gloating may be the key to the frustration of those very plans.
"This little thing is responsible for your sudden change of perspective," she trills, and her brilliant yellow eyes leave you for a moment as she inspects the gadget that she revolves in her crimson-clawed grasp. "But it is capable of so very much more."
"You're not with the KGB, are you?"
"You'll have to speak up a little, dear," she laughs, lowering her head to bring her ear nearer, and amplifying the terror of her painted countenance. She licks her lips and you shudder. "No, those dolts were just the means to an end, a chance for me to secure the one man capable of thwarting my dreams! You, Agent Sterling. It's all been about you."
"I'm flattered, really, but you can hardly expect me to satisfy you at this size, can you?"
"Why, you -" Larisa's free hand claws at the air above you, as if prepared to smash down and end you. Then she grunts in frustration, instead smashing her other hand - the one holding the machine - against the dashboard with the impact of a downed fighter jet. "Always so cocky, Sterling! And as much as I would like to grind you to paste, I have further use for you. Our relationship is only just beginning, my little friend..."
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