DEM 5

Someone had talked. Maybe it was an easily bribed minion (was there any other kind?); maybe Mrs. V. had let something slip before she passed out in the gutter one night. Whoever it was, they had compromised Evil Editor's location, and now he was waddling for his life.

The Authors' Guild had spared no expense in dealing with their nemesis. EE reached the fire escape before the cyborg ninjas broke through his office door; he dodged the curare-tipped darts as he made his way to ground level. But ...