Wide picture windows in the upper levels of the lair offered a panoramic view off the cliff on which the building was precariously perched. The ocean below seethed and churned, heaving mighty waves against the natural stone wall. Lightning forked restlessly across the bellies of the low drifts of black clouds.
A lone figure, silhouetted against the glass, observed the chaos of nature.
Its not fair! Drakken whined. This is the perfect night for completing an evil scheme, but Im still planning mine! All this dramatic weather is totally wasted!
So stop complaining and get back to work, his sidekick suggested none-too-delicately.
Oh, you wouldnt understand. Youve got no sense of timing…
Trust me, Dr, D, you dont need a storm. You could take a sunny day at the park and make it all about the drama, she told him whilst leafing through a magazine.