With a great roar, the maddened spy grabs you by the collar and hurls you into the dusty avenue. You find yourself perched astride a stone horse. Chuckles mock you from the dim interior of the villa.
The spy is possessed of a crazed strength. […] He will accept no compromise: you are forced to murder him in order to gain the cipher. His corpse is far from pretty. […] You grab the cypher and return to your lodgings for further instruction.
