World-renowned author Joe Stockley fumed silently. The queue was moving at a snail’s pace and the elderly woman in front of him was the snail in question, except for being dry and withered instead of slimy. He laughed grimly to himself. Just imagine, he thought. Me, one of the most famous men in the world and winner of three Nobel prizes, waiting in a bank queue like some kind of workaday idiot!
If it hadn’t been for the watchful eyes of Jixitia, his sultry, mysterious female companion, he might have considered pushing his way to the front. As it was, he was keen that the pneumatic yet exotic ninja should report back to her shadowy employers that he was a compassionate man of the people. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to impress her personally, he reflected with a sly glance at the rear of her catsuit.