( WP ) You are an evil mastermind and have finally caught your super spy nemesis . Naturally , you do what all evil masterminds do and start monologuing .

I stand silently just outside the door, observing the monitor to holding room eight. Inside the ten by ten white room dimly illuminated by fluorescent lights, sits a man tied to a steel chair. Drab clothing and well worn shoes compliment a perfectly average visage, to the point where the individual would be nearly impossible to pick out of a crowd. Bruised but conscious, his wrists have been making slight rhythmic motions behind him for the past two hours. His eyes remain steady on the faint outline of a door in front of him, poised to stop the work as soon as any indication of sound or movement reaches his senses. I grin, checking my suit for any imperfections, and switching the monitor over to mirror mode smooth my hair back. First impressions are important, and I have been so looking forward to this meeting. 
 
 
 I roll up my left sleeve and glancing briefly at the touchscreen grafted into my arm, frown. It ’ s two A.M. and I ’ m supposed to have a meeting with the leaders of one of the larger mining unions in seven hours. I access the ventilation system to the suite I ’ ve put them up in, and release a small spray of nanobots into their room, selecting a script that causes them to replicate the behaviors of an 18-26 hour stomach virus before becoming inactive and flushing out of their system. They ’ ll call at around 8:15 tomorrow morning begging to reschedule, and being a benevolent overlord, I will of course oblige them. 
 
 
 I press my palm against the mirror and slide left. The door recedes soundlessly into the ceiling, and the man in the chair seems to draw into himself, shrinking from his former firey-eyed purpose and becoming a cowed wretch, flinching away from me as I adopt a façade of casual indifference and walk genially into the room. 
 
 
 “ Ah, kingfisher. I ’ m quite glad that we ’ ve been given this opportunity to chat. I apologize most sincerely for the necessity of your bindings, but as you ’ ve ably demonstrated with the assassination of the late secretary Smith that you can not be trusted. ” The man in the chair stammers and tries in vain to pull away from me, denying my allegations, betraying nothing in tone or expression, but slowly continuing to work at his bindings with each frantic push backwards. I grin in anticipation: this is going to be fun. 
 
 
 “ To start, I ’ d like to make you aware of just how futile your actions have been. ” I concentrate for a moment, the nanotech I ’ ve released in my brain picking up my intention and carrying it out. The wall behind me lights up and displays a figure at rest in a hospital bed. The entirety of his body seems to be comprised of a black char, but it is patently obvious that he is breathing easily. Kingfisher ’ s subtle movements stop for a moment, but not his protests. I focus again and a moment later a nurse walks into the cameras vision. She takes a needle and proceeds to inject small amounts of a silvery fluid into different points on his body. I observe Kingfishers reaction with a wry smile, knowing full well what ’ s going on behind me. Secretary Smith ’ s skin will be reforming, replacing the burned dermis and completely repairing his convalescent state by morning. 
 
 
 The bound man begins struggling again. “ What did you do to that man? Why am I here? You can ’ t do this – I ’ m an American citizen, I know my rights! ” The last comes out as a yell, but doesn ’ t mask the sound of his bindings parting to my technologically enhanced hearing. 
 
 
 I look him in the eye, detecting no tell there, but knowing full well he has a ceramic knife secreted inside a graft in his left arm. I mentally order the activation of a nanotech similar to my own within his body, and continue toying with him. 
 
 
 “ It has come to my attention that you ’ ve been marshalling what forces you can in a vain attempt to destroy everything that I ’ ve worked so hard to create. This being said, your present position brings some slight sadness to me. Crushing the hopes, the dreams of one so grossly ignorant to the world is entertaining, but it lacks the lasting gains brought about by stirring up the sheep a bit. The greatest technological and social advancements always come about due to mans lust for power, due to the insatiable nature of those of us who wage great wars on each-other in both the public eye and behind closed doors. You claim American citizenship as some form of aegis, but we both know full well that it won ’ t protect you. Your family has no idea where you are, your friends are the same, the terrorist cell you ’ ve orchestrated may figure out you ’ ve been captured, but without any real form of leadership, where will they be? Some part of me wants to indefinitely detain you. I ’ m sure you would enjoy that. I could send you to GITMO, or abroad for a couple rounds of torture, or hell, I could waterboard you right here in the basement of one of this country ’ s seats of power. Then again, I am a busy woman. I think I ’ ll decide next week. ” 
 
 
 I start to stride towards the door, and grin widely as I hear the Kingfisher spring from his chair flipping the knife out into readied fingers and lunging at my unprotected back. 
 
 
 I snap my fingers. 
 
 
 He freezes mid stride, falling to the ground, his body locked in a terrifying rictus of frozen violence. His eyes track me with now visible hatred. 
 
 
 “ Or I could simply override your mind, stealing your thoughts, your hopes, your aspirations, and your body. I could program you to return to your cell in shame after the failed attempt on our dear Lamar Smith. I could orchestrate new horrifying ways to consolidate power using the fear of the ignorant and a small threat of future violence from shadowy sources. ” His eyes look up at me in horror, and I revel in his pain for a moment before snapping my fingers again. “ Now how does that sound to you? ” 
 
 
 The kingfisher smiles genuinely. “ I would like that very much madame president. ” 
 
 
 I return his smile briefly. “ Good. Now, return to your friends and start scaling up operations. ” I exit the room and am greeted by one of my understudies. 
 
 
 “ President Clinton! Project blackbird has been compromised – a Canadian journalist seems to have acquired TS SCI documents overviewing our shadow agreements with Russia and China. ” 
 
 
 I consider for a moment. “ Thank you Cindy. Have Fox News air the story for a week or so. Every other outlet will pick it up immediately. In eight days we ’ ll have a successful terrorist attack on congress, at which point everything will be forgotten. Oh, and discredit the man in a year or so. Meth lab in the basement I think. 
 
 
 “ Yes Ms. President. ” 

