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In the alley behind the Casino, two of the spies lurked in the shadows. Every now and then, one of them would go out for take out. It was going to be a long stake out.

"Do you suppose that leTerrible has seen the error of his ways and left the arena?" asked Bois Aussi.

"I don't think so," replied Slite, "As far as we know, the chairs are riggeed to explode. If he's left, then there would have been some form of sabotage. He doesn't like to leave things undone."

"Funny that way. But our two Axis friends seem to be getting agitated."

Down the alley a bit, Hilda and Miyatake were yelling at each other. Since they were were yelling, respectively, in German and Japanese, the effect was one of minimal communication.

Slite opened up a small box of won ton soup an noisily slurped at it.

"Do you need to make so much noise? They might hear us!" asked Boise Aussi.

"With all the racket those two are making? Not bloody likely!"

The bilingual argument ended and the Axis spies marched indignantly away from their hiding spot.

"Now where do you suppose they're off to?" asked Slite.

"Probably a bathroom break. The argument it has gone on for hours, non?"

"We should tail them."

Just then there was a loud BzzzzT! Pop! and the smell of ozone in the alley. The body of a man materialized four feet above the pavement and fell with a thump to the gorund. The man sat up, rubbing his head and said, "Oy!"

"Well, there's something you don't see every day," said Slite.

"Not outside Carnivale, at least."

The man stood unsteadily and wobbbled past Bois Aussi and Slite, mumbling, "That felt all yellow..."