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Harv looked up at the visage of Frau Miyatake. "Oh, hello, Hilda! What brings you to Mexico this time of year? "

"I don't have time for small talk! Yo uneed to just lay there and be menaced!" She reached out and struck him with a club.

Two dozen men dressed in colorful native costumes crashed through the back door, marching in step. Frau Miyatake looked pained. No matter how you briefed them, storm troopers couldn't break their habits. One had apparently not listened well in the briefing, either, because instead of colorful Mexican costume, he was wearing lederhosen and a jaunty green cap. "Gott in himmel!" she said, alpping her forehead.

Pointing at the front of the room, where the six agents from Seguridad de Mexico, Army OSI, and either the French Foreign Service or Swahili National Security, depending on the time of day, were satnding, she barked orders to subdue and or kill the intruders. She immediately regretted giving them a choice, becasue they started debating as to the best way to carry out the orders and in which order to carry them out. It seemed that the Kill First and Subdue Later faction was winning out when she reached out and smacked the nearest Storm Trooper and told them to get on with it already.



Vera watched in horror as the sounds of mambo drifted down from the roof. The mill stone sped up and Harv was out of it! Topping off the hour's latest frustration, there were a bunch of strange looking Mexicans in native costume and at least one Bavarian rushing at her and those with her. She grabbed Bois Aussi, interrupting his guard interrogation duties and pointed at the on coming menace.

"Ah, my sweet Vera! Even though you spurn me for le Americain, It would seem that I am to be able to die valiantly for you, this day, after all!" He pulled out his gun and started shooting at random blonde haired blue eyed Mexicans and the occasional Bavarian.

The room was filled with smoke. The storm troopers were well versed in evasive maneuvers, even though they were in sync, and the mambo allowed them to have a syncopated step taht allowed them to escape all but a few superficial wounds. Two of the Seguridad de Mexico agents went down under a furious rain of fists and jack boots.

Vera looked at Bois Aussi as she punched the Bavarian between the eyes. "This doesn't look good," she said.

"Well, it is a bit out of place, but he does have a very nice hat."