“That’s enough, Albert!” roared Headlock, sweeping to his feet like an avenging angel. “I can put up with your madness for only so long before it becomes unbearable. Your fellow goose-stepping lunatics might not realise what that is, but I do!” Headlock waved an accusatory finger at the gigantic mechanism, and then at the hooded man.
“Ever the man of action, eh, Headlock,” replied the man in heavily accented Britannian.
“Particularly so when the dead have risen to stand before me. One never knows when they may next keel over.”
“I should not let that worry you, Headlock, it will not be any time soon.”
“We shall see.”
“There shall be no see about it!” raged the man beneath the obsidian cowl.
“And don’t think I have forgotten you!” Headlock pointed to five figures stood just off the fro
