The Storehouse - Chapter 3 Marty and Vanessa took cover behind an overturned table as a tongue of flame roared over their heads. The woman on the other side was wearing a leather corset with an attached pair of magical dragon wings, which allowed her to fly and breathe fire. The room wasn't big enough for the wings to give her an advantage, but the flame breath was trouble enough.More Like This
"Man," said Vanessa, "I've heard of fiery redheads, but . . ."
"Please don't finish that sentence," said Marty. "This is bad enough without terrible puns."
"Oh, come on. Someone had to say it."
"You have any ideas for how to take this psycho down?"
"Well, there are two of us, and only one of her," said Vanessa. "If one of us creates a distraction, the other should be able to sneak around the back and, I don't know, put her in an arm lock or something."
"Do you know how to put someone in an arm lock?" said Marty.
The StorehouseThe cat burglar gripped the outcropping with her thighs as she worked on the high window. She really had to lean on her knife to get through all the old caulk and grout. This old thing must not have been opened in the last 60 years or so.More Like This
As soon as she got through the nasty crust of junk, she got out her lock picks from a pouch on her belt and went to work on the lock. This part was easier. She knew all the tricks for opening old locks, and opening a lock forty feet above the sidewalk just made it more fun. Fifteen seconds of work got the lock open, and then she slowly pried open the window and slipped inside. The window was narrow and didn't open very far, but she was easily slender enough to make it through. She wouldn't have made a very good cat burglar otherwise.
She clung to the rafters and looked out over the massive storehouse, row after row of shelves as far as the eye could see. The place was much bigger than it looked from the outside. It didn't take up too much of the stree