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There was room on the wasteland to open up the motor and do a few spectacular circles It was time to show the that the Aston Martin could do Bond no longer wished to play bull to their toreadors Here, where there was no property worth dah to survive or too dead to irls minnows

A wall of flame divided one section of rubble froh after him When they caed with soot Their jackets sround to a halt in a thick irls in a figure eight Bond&039;s fangs popped fro up an appetite

He eased on the brakes and came to a perfect stop

The bikes still followed

With his Walther in his hand, he stepped out of the car

The bikes skidded and overturned The girls let their machines skitter away and stood They took off their helh there was more than a little pout in their full lips

He had an idea shooting them would have no effect But it seeirl&039;s shoulder and the other&039;s knee They giggled and danced towards him like acrobats

There was an explosion The Merc&039;s petrol tank had gone up The flaure of Flattop and the s, Mr Bond,&039; purred Brastov

&039;If you say so,&039; he replied

&039;What do you think of Cathy and Pony? My kittens?&039;

Brastov stood between the twins, arms around their waists His head barely came up to their shoulders and they were ston&039;s cat, and walked upright, arette in a long holder and wore a red monocle over his left eye

&039;Lovely,&039; Bond said

&039;They have claws,&039; Brastov purred

&039;So I see&039;

&039;I shall enjoy watching my kittens play with you&039;

Bond remembered what Miss Churchward&039;s touch had done to hiirl-shaped creatures had a fraction of her power, he would die Ad way, but that was no consolation

People had come out to watch The whores and the zombies and the others of I Cessati Spiriti This was the leaood show

Pony struck first, tuhost She had claws on her hands and feet, and they hooked into his Erik Conrad car coat, scratching through to his skin She hissed as her chattering ainst her face and pushed her away

She hurtled off but landed on her feet Her sister was already on hi at his face with talons

Cathy had a better grip, but he broke it

Bond kne these were comparative new-borns They&039;d not be easy, but he was on an equal footing with them He kicked Cathy in the face, and punched Pony in the stoed ht panic and stepped back Her teeth closed on nothing and he felt a wash of relief Angry, he thuirl on the side of her head, then picked her up and tossed her screeching at her sister

The twins fell in a ball, foa his irls, Bond would have to face this dead-alive thing

Then sohts leaped through the flah the spectators and eripped like a wrestler and Flattop gurgled, back bent out of shape, desperation written on his green-grey face

It was the Crimson Executioner, the man who had killed Anibas and all the others

&039;Cathy, Pony,&039; shouted Brastov &039;To led themselves The Executioner hefted the broken-backed Flattop above his head in a perfect weightlifter&039;s stance The s swelled with exertion His rin and h his do

The twins crept forward, suhed Given pause, they stopped in their tracks, hissing

Brastov&039;s whiskers bristled He was angry and terrified

Bond had cause to be thankful that he was a new-born vampire This hing, picked the Cat Man up by the scruff of his neck and held hiled protests sounded more like miaows than complaints

Bond looked at the faces of the crowd Morti viventi, lips rotted away to display perrins, watched with rapt attention, the last of their intelligence fixed on the spectacle

Aiant, but big of fraave the classical thun

&039;So decides Mamma Roma,&039; she declared

&039;Mamma Roma, Mamma Roma,&039; chanted the whores

The Crimson Executioner nodded

He de a cat First, he took off Brastov&039;s face as if it were a h his chest, as if unbuttoning a shirt He reached inside and extracted Brastov&039;s red-clad skeleton from the furry skin He tossed the fur away, and two feued scraps, which they rubbed against their noseless faces

Without his catskin, Brastov wasthe shape of a full-sizedwith a splash around the Executioner&039;s boots

Bond saw mad fear in Brastov&039;s slit pupils

The Executioner tore the elder vampire apart and let the remains tumble The zo The Executioner held Brastov&039;s beating heart and squeezed it like a sponge until it was still

&039;You,&039; said Maed

&039;Co and biting over the re theFlattop up onto his feet

Mamma Roma&039;s face was implacable She was past her youth Her wide hips had birthed rown men

Her name was apt She was Rome

Her arms were out Her mouth was open

He went to Mamma