Frankie set his novel, Evil Under the Sun down on the brown coffee table and stepped to the door

“Yes?” he asked letting the maid step into the room.

“Th-th-the food you ord-ordered..”she stammered almost robotically.

“We didn’t order no food.” Frankie said as Tony slid across the table shooting the maid in the forehead, stomach, and where the heart should have been. But instead of crumbling to her death the “maid” stood up sparks sputtering out of the wounds caused by Tony’s silenced pistol. With a vibrating drone the “maid’s” arms flipped into her stomach area and were replaced by high powered chain guns.

“Duck and run!” shrieked Frankie, “Go for the window!”
The three grown men crawled towards the only window in the hotel room. As it ripped up upolstery and destroyed the rest of the hotel room it chanted robotically

“I AM ISAAC BRUTE AND I WILL NOT GO DOWN WITH OUT A FIGHT !!”

Tony shot the window out and the three men dived out into a waiting helicopter.

“Dang you Isaac Brute!”