Anna leaned forward. Her eyebrow arched in anticipation. She had waited a lifetime to say this.
"No, Mr. Smith. I expect you to die."
The laugh broke through Smith's fear. He doubled over, guffawing so hard his chains jangled. "Really? You finally have me captured, I'm standing helpless in front of you, and all you have for me is a tired old Bond line? Christ, and I thought you were-"
He didn't even scream as he fell. Anna leaned back and puffed her cigar, immensely satisfied.
One of the trapdoor's hinges squeaked. She would have to remember to fix that.