Bitchin Betty Ch 03
Darbe led the grinning assassin down a winding labyrinth of corridors, access shafts and more corridors. He finally stopped at a non-descript doorway with the same faint outline as the bridge’s door. He looked over his shoulder at Diego who returned the gaze with one of cherubic innocence. ‘What?’ said Diego, struggling to keep the impish grin from returning without much success. A few moments passed and Darbe couldn’t take it anymore, he burst out laughing. ‘I suspect you’re a bit cross...