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A New Way to Haggle
"Ratchet? You in here?"
"I'm under here, Rocky. Just give me a minute and I'll be all set…"
The Doberman's boots stuck out from under his car and the coyote could hear her hard at work on the undercarriage. Rachel Halling, better known as Ratchet of River Street, was the best in all of Blackthorn. Even if most people were still reluctant to trust a female mechanic, those in-the-know knew who to turn to.
"You're lucky I could squeeze you in! I have seven more today, alone!"
"Tis the season!"
"You're telling me! Black ice on the streets, drunk drivers coming home from parties, snow plows knocking off mirrors; it's a wonder I have time to eat!"
"I thought as much…"
Rocky looked around the room. The garage had a car in every bay save one piled high with tools and parts. The windows were clean and the floor was spotless, yet something was missing…
"Looks like you haven't had time to decorate, either."
"Ha!" she laughed. "I have more on my mind than flashing lights and holly!"
The last rays of setting sun faded from the high arched windows as Randy made his way through the aging castle halls. An abrupt change from sun-warmed tiles to polished marble flooring signaled his arrival in the Tower of Abjuration. The young wizard padded on, heedless of the cold hanging in the air.
By the time he reached the top of the tower's frosty stairs, icicles hung from every whiskers and snow coated every hair. For the average human, magical or not, the situation would be dire, but for a sturdy Wolfkin, the cold proved only a miner hazard.
Randy dusted the snow from his robes and shook himself dry as only a canine can before knocking on the heavy oaken door at the stairway's summit.
"You wanted to see me, Master Hargrove?"
"Randy! Yes, please come in."
Randy shrugged out of his dripping robe and hung it by the fire. He had no boots to shed and though he felt no modesty, proper manors bid him retain the slacks.
"Randy, I've been asked to deal with a very… special assignment. T
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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