“Excellent,” the General said. He climbed onto the balcony railing and jumped down, twenty feet. Where he landed, the marble floor cracked under his leather shoes. He stood, wincing, and rubbed his shoulders. “Curse my stiff neck.” “Another hot pad, sir?” a guard asked. “More Tylenol?” “No! It will pass.” The General brushed off his silk suit, then snatched up the teeth.
