“Will you talk?” asked his interrogator, pleasantly this time. “You could even join us, we need pussycats like you. You could work for us; this would be of benefit to you. What do you say?” Of course, all benefits would be solely with the communists.

“Fuck you, you commie bastard! I’m a NATO pussycat who will never talk!” responded the prisoner. In a quick move, he broke free of one of his jailers and lashed out with a paw. He only got one chance and made sure he didn’t miss.

Archer was caught in the left eye by the paw swipe. His eye was ripped out of its socket and dragged free by the violence of the act. Snapping free of its optic nerve, it rolled over the floor to stare lifelessly up towards the heavens, as if asking for forgiveness for the violence now engulfing Europe. It was too late.