The submarine glided into a speacially constructed pen in the tiny island, Ms. Madison and Lady Sylvia watching as the sub was moored.
"Go on," Ms. Madison turned to the smiling Rostov, "tell me more. I'm impressed."
"I knew you would be!" Rostov laughed in triumph. "Are you sure you don't feel even a twinge of love to me."
"Honestly?" Ms. Madison smiled coyly. "No, but if you tell me just what's going on, Max..."
"That's simple,"Rostov replied brutally. "My employers are going to destroy your world, Lynette. And that means soon all there will remain of the West will be with me. And that means..."
"I'll have no choice but to yield to your Teutonic manliness?" Ms. Madison sighed deeply. "Who are you working for this time, Max?"
"Who are there now?" Rostov leered at the blonde.
"Islamic loonies," Ms. Madison rolled her eyes. "I suppose you know they'll kill you when they've done with you, Max?"
"That,"Rostov told her taking her arm, "is what they think, Lynette. Now, come with me."
Before she could object, Rostov turned to Ms. Madison and kissed her. Much to Lady Sylvia's surprise, the blonde kissed back.