Missy - Makes the Ascot bridge collapse

The figure shrugged, then checked her watch with elaborate boredom. ‘Time I was off,’ she said. ‘Could I trouble you to say something nice?’

‘What?’

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ the woman tutted. ‘Just a pleasantry. No?’

She turned and walked away into the rain.

No one quite got to the bottom of what happened next. Many people claimed that the stampede across the bridge had weakened it structurally. Some people came up with some elaborate theories.

What everyone could agree on was that the Ascot Bridge suddenly and dramatically collapsed, plunging Lord Ascot into the churning red waters of the Thames and burying him under the rubble. Even more remarkably, at that precise moment, it stopped raining, and a ghastly sun shone on a river stained the colour of cheap red wine.

That was the last that was ever heard of Lord Ascot.

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The Missy Chronicles: Dismemberment