"Your weapons will be the heat-seeking duck, the helicomb, and this phone gun. Call the person you want to shoot, then pull the trigger. This woman is insane, 007. Go stop her."

Thirteen hours later, Bonf's jet touched down in Seattle. As he drove his rented boat among the San Juans, a seaplane followed. Bonf let free the duck, which flew into the air intake and detonated. He retrieved the black box.

At an Indian casino, he played some baccarat and met a beautiful woman with a stylish short hairdo. Though Bonf found her eccentric, he made love to her anyway. When he awoke, she was gone; so was his boat. A droplet of water tapped his nose; the ceiling was bulging. He leapt aside as an overflowing claw-footed tub from the room above crushed his bed to splinters.

Bonf played the black box's recording; the pilots worked for Yun Fang. He attended the opening of a Tlingit cultural center that night. Cutting the ribbon was the woman he had slept with -- Yun Fang! Q's picture, with long hair, was out of date.

"Regret, I had to leave this morning," she whispered. "Can I make it up to you?"

As they danced in her living room, bay windows facing the moonlit ocean, Bonf was shot with a tranquilizer dart. He awoke, tied up, on board the rig. "You didn’t even know who I was," said Yun Fang. "Don't they brief you in MI6?"

Bonf tried to convince her to move where the water was warm, but she loved Vancouver Island, and oceans were salty everywhere. She sliced his leg (for blood) and tossed him in the water, leaving him for the sharks.

Bonf started the helicomb, which lifted him to safety. He then surprised Yun Fang, who attacked him with Kung Fu moves. After one kick went too high, he vaulted her over the railing into a desalination tank. Her once-lovely skin shriveled and blackened as she screamed. Bonf shut off the desalinator and took a boat back to land.