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==='''Calling The Car'''=== [[File:Reggywreckercar.jpg|400px]] Wrecker and Reggy had finished clearing the garage of the Station. Years of disuse and misuse had made various squatters throw everything into the garage. Reggy kept joking with things, a doll, a bent bicycle, a fur seat cover. Wrecker had kept them in beer. The smell of mundane cleaning supplies fill the air of the mid winter day. One of the advantages that they had gained from the Day of the Change was they had gained greater strength and endurance. Their adventures since had improved them dramatically. Their passage through the Sigil of Fort Garland had changed them even further. Power has its privileges. They had spent several hours hauling debris from the garage to reveal the cement below. Sweeping got the last of the clutter. That was followed with Clean ''cantrips'' to remove decades of oil, gas, grease, and blood. Reggy says, “Well, that wasn't too bad. The two storage rooms won't take long. Though the one with the mattresses is going to take something more then ''cantrips''. Do you remember the '''Low Order''' sorcery Clean spell?” Wrecker shakes his head. “No, I didn't pay attention to the '''Low Order''' Sorcery stuff. Too much finger waving time, lynchpins, and stuff. I always feel like I might be casting something, sneeze and blast off half my head. Let Gadget clean them when she brings her little band here. We can't do everything. We don't need those room. The living room has two couches. Those the Clean ''cantrips'' can manage till we can get some help.” Wrecker says, “Then we are ready to see if the summoning will work.” Reggy nods, “After some sleep and some beer.” A few hours later the two soldiers had stripped down and casts Clean ''cantrips'' on their clothes. They had sat in the living room that had once been a convenience store lobby and casting Mend ''cantrips'' on their clothes and Chill ''cantrips'' on the beer. Getting dressed again they returned to the garage. Wrecker chuckles. “When I was a truck driver I never imagined that one day I would be some kind of half-wizard. OK, the Army made me a soldier for a time but the rest is just bizarre.” Reggy nods, “When I was Denver Police I thought people who dressed up like elves and orcs were crazy. Now I'm an orc. The Sigil of Fort Garland made me able to become a human again if I want as well as a weird deer thing with wings. I'm not sure I know what a normal life is anymore. But I am enjoying wrecking these thugs. “ Wrecker opened the garage door out to a silent street that rarely saw traffic. Outside two large dogs look in at the pair. They feel Gadget's bond urge them to obey the pair. They walk in and settle against a wall out of the way. The soldiers of Gadget's army settle down to business. “Let's get our ride.” Wrecker and Reggy knelt on the cold, cleaned cement, the faint scent of ozone lingering from their earlier ''cantrips''. With careful precision, they drew glowing chalk sigils into twin circles, their lines pulsing faintly with otherworldly energy. Wrecker’s form rippled as he shrank into the squat, rugged shape of a dwarf, his beard thickening like wildfire. Across from him, Reggy’s skin darkened to a deep emerald hue, tusks jutting slightly as his orc form took shape. With synchronized movements, they raised shimmering symbols, their edges crackling like firelight. The garage filled with a low hum, as if the walls themselves held their breath. Time passes as the two concentrate on the sigils before them glowing blue and white. Small sparks at junctions where lines cross. Soon after the stroke of midnight a horn bleats as a purple and white 55 Bel-Air turns off the street into the space between the odd pair of friends. Moments later its exquisite paint scheme changes to a scratched black and a rusty white with a satisfied hum. The car's license plate says, “Strut”. The pair put a hand on the car's hood. They smile. Wrecker says,”Hello boy. You ready to rock and roll?” The engine roars and the pipes belch a burst of fire. Reggy stands, ”Lets cruise” Wrecker holds a door open and the two dogs leap into the backseat. He climbs behind the steering wheel with a big smile. Reggy's lights a cigar as they back out of the garage. Three dogs of Gadget's pack skip in to guard the open garage door.
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