"Oh, no, I think he's already tied up enough," Michelle quipped, managing to smile triumphantly (to say her smile was predatory would be inappropriate, as it was still, in more ways than one, rather like her normal sunny smiles) as she glanced briefly at Soysauce keeping Jack at bay.

With one hand still on the paper chain binding Mordecai's ankle, she gestured toward her open briefcase. Two more long, paper chains, the size and thickness of ropes used on ships, sprang from within and blazed white trails toward him, toward his already bound ankle and toward the hand ripping through the paper.