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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. "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 Storehouse - Chapter 2 Marty and Vanessa first met at a party. She had bought an interesting-looking drink-mixing kit at a party supply shop, and she invited a few friends over to try it out. The kit included a fancy-looking shaker and some funny-looking syrups and things, and the whole thing came in a shiny cardboard box with little sparkles on it. The whole thing looked pretty cheesy, but Vanessa figured she could make a good time out of it. Marty was a blogger. He had been writing little consumer watchdog articles for a while, until he found out about Opus Novelties, Inc., a company that had sold some seriously dodgy goods. They specialized in practical jokes and hobby kits, and each of their products had been associated with an unusual or inexplicable event. The company was out of business, but their products still occasionally turned up on store shelves and on the Internet. He made it his life's work to track down everything with the Opus brand and catalog their effec
The Storehouse - Chapter 4 It didn't take long before Elena was the backbone of the Storehouse. Being practically invulnerable to harm meant that she was the most fearless of all the wellspring keepers when it came to confronting the bad guys. Plenty of items had fallen into the hands of criminals who were willing to threaten a woman with a knife, and nothing took the wind out of their sales than seeing Elena shrug off a stabbing. And after that, when it came to interrogation methods, Elena found that the average crook tended to get chatty after she'd pulled his arm off and stuck it in a bag. She always gave them back afterwards, though. No need to get nasty. When she wasn't out on a job, she kept in practice around the Storehouse to prepare herself for unusual situations. She would take off one of her legs on a Monday and spend the whole week hopping around, just so she would have the coordination to get around with a missing leg if she had to. She also sparred with various c