[ WP ] You are one of the many henchmen to the Evil Lord Deathsinger , the baddest of the bad of the supervillain world . Today however Lord Deathsinger is sick and decides to put you in charge in his absence , but little does he know that you are a far more capable supervillain .

**BANG** 
 
 
 The secret agent slumps down against the wall. 
 
 
 **BANG** 
 
 
 The femme fatale that had betrayed me fell next to him. 
 
 
 `` Alright people,'' I address the shocked minions around me, `` we need that death ray up in twenty-five minutes to meet our deadline. Chop-chop''. I clap my hands and they scatter to their assigned posts with the exception of Dead-hand, the man who had taken over the `` right-hand man'' slot after my temporary promotion. 
 
 
 `` Why'd you shoot them?'' he hissed at me in exasperation. 
 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 
 `` Why'd you shoot them? We have a perfectly good shark pit right over there.'' 
 
 
 `` We do n't have time for theatrics. If we do n't get the orbital cannon up in...'' I checked my watch, ``... twenty minutes the UN will assume I'm bluffing. Try being taken seriously after a schedule slip like that.'' 
 
 
 `` Death ray.'' 
 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 
 `` You called it a death ray before. You ca n't just change its name.'' 
 
 
 `` Why not? It is the same deal. You know what I meant'' 
 
 
 `` You just *can't*. It is n't done.'' Dead hand hesitated, then struck a proud pose. `` I suppose you'll want to kill me for insolence now'' 
 
 
 `` What? No. That would slow matters down even more.'' 
 
 
 `` But you *have* to punish me. That's how it is *done*.'' 
 
 
 `` Fine. I do n't have time to deal with this. Report to HR. They'll put a note in your file.'' Dead hand wandered off. 
 
 
 In the distance I heard a distinctive yell as a minion fell into the shark pit. `` AiiiiAA''. Fourth this week. 
 
 
 I rubbed the bridge of my nose. I was going to have to get a cover for that thing.
