Julie Mugamba struggled to speak. The blood from her superior vena cava flowed and gushed like the waters of the Nile, the great African river whose source perplexed a large number of European explorers when all they had to do was to ask a local.
Her mouth full of blood, she gargled, “The key is … in the…”
“The key,” the Assassin menaced menacingly.
“The door,” Julie Mugamba said wearily.
The key,” the Assassin threatened threateningly.
“The door,” Julie Mugamba whispered feebly.
“The key,” the Assassin said ominously.
“The key is in the …” sighed Julie Mugamba helplessly.
“The key,” the Assassin said intimidatingly.
“The key is in the door!” shouted Julie Mugamba hysterically.