klimt painting the kiss

klimt painting the kiss
Head of Christ
Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
both he and Luke had darted clear of the rampaging Wookie, pulled out theirpistols, and were blasting away at him. Their reaction was excellent, theirenthusiasm undeniable, and their aim execrable. Not a single shot came close to thedodging Wookie. Instead, they blasted automatic cameras, energy-rate controls, andthe three dumbfounded guards. At this point it occurred to the officer in charge that the abominable aim of thetwo soldiers was a bit too selectively efficient. He was preparing to jab the generalalarm when a burst from Luke's pistol caught him in the midsection and he fellwithout a word to the gray deck. Solo rushed to the open comlink speaker, which was screeching anxiousquestions about what was going on. Apparently there were audio as well as visuallinks between this detention station and elsewhere. Ignoring the barrage of alternate threats and queries, he checked the readout setin the panel nearby. "We've got to find out which cell this Princess of yours is in.There must a dozen levels and—Here it is. Cell 2187. Go on—Chewie and I'llhold them here." Luke nodded once and was racing down the narrow walkway. After gesturing for the Wookie to take up a position where he could cover theelevators, Solo took a deep breath and responded to the unceasing calls from thecomlink. "Everything's under control," he said into the pickup, sounding reasonablyofficial. "Situation normal." "It didn't sound like that," a voice snapped back in a no-nonsense tone. "Whathappened?" "Uh, well, one of the guards experienced a weapon malfunction," Solostammered, his temporary officialese lapsing into nervousness. "No problem now—we're all fine, thanks. How about you?"