“Ah, Commander Bond, we meet at last,” chuckled Count von Blayvin as 007 regained consciousness. “And just in time to witness years of research and planning come to fruition. In just moments the Americans’ precious spy satellite will plummet to Earth, and our armies may invade without detection.”
Bond staggered to his feet and saw the endless banks of sonic reflection chambers, each one linked by amplification pillars to a massive radar dish pointed at the stars. Each pillar was surrounded by hundreds of cats, identical in every way.
“It all makes sense now,” said Bond. “The break-in at the pet store, the kidnapping of the world’s top cloning scientists…”
“You catch on fast,” grinned von Blayvin. “But not fast enough, or you would have known that the stolen cat was a rare Bavarian Yeowlspuss, capable of maintaining a perfect eighth note above high C for up to ten minutes. Soon they will sing for me, Mister Bond, and when they do the West will be ours for the taking.”