“Which door?” the villian shouted. “The lady or the tiger?” The circus animal trainer shrugged; it didn’t make much difference.
Tag: villian
Fiction: At the Finish Line
“So, Agent XR9 – or should I call you Major Arthur Shining? – you have found my final lair, my sanctum sanctorum, and defeated all my henchmen. I am defenseless … except for my attack robot!”
“Oh, please, Dr. Baddar; we both know that pile of nuts and bolts is worthless.”
Dr. Baddar aimed a remote control at the robot and pressed the activation sequence anyway. The silver robot, six feet tall, three feet wide, and designed with lots of odd, sharp angles, lurched toward XR9. It waved its arms menacingly and made a mechanical growling sound. XR9 watched idly as it slowly drew closer.