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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:49 pm
The man reading the Guns N' Ammo magazine looks up as the bell at the door alerts him to the presence of a possible sale in the army surplus shop. But when he looks up, it turns out to be even better. An old friend.
"H.C., buddy! I thought it'd be a lot longer that I'd be waiting to hear from you since you moved to Crosshaven, but then you send that cop here for some gear and now you show up yerself? If I didn't know any better I'd say your retirement is going to be short-lived."
"Good to see you again, Shell, and that's exactly why I came. The good Constable has been missing for a while. Heck, you're probably the last one to see him in person. I think he got in trouble trying to handle a situation I should have taken care of. Trying to stay retired just caused a mess, and now I've got to clean it up. I need my stuff."
"Well," the man says, getting up and locking the front door, putting up an 'Out To Lunch' sign and then going to a set of shelves. "You could just take your old stuff, but I think I have something you might need as well."
Myles grins widely. "Don't tell me, you finally got the alloy to work?"
"Like a charm, it's precisely tuned to your power's frequency. You'll be able to do things with this stuff that used to leave you fumbling with ordinary metals."
"Show me..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 8:16 pm
The shop owner reaches behind the shelf and flips a catch hidden under a panel, then swings the shelves away to reveal a simple metal spiral staircase leading down. At the bottom there is a room with a table, and gadgets lining the walls. He takes a marble-sized metal sphere and sets it on the table.
"Give that a try out, eh?"
Myles "reaches out" with his electromagnetic powers and tries pulling it slightly toward him, and then blinks as the ball bounces a bit off the surface of the table. He stops it from rolling toward him, and then tries holding his focus on it. It hovers above the table.
The shop owner scratches his stubbly chin. "Didn't expect that." He tries touching the sphere in Myles' electromagnetic grip, but his finger encounters resistance. "It's some kind of field that repels matter. I'll bet there's actually a slight vacuum around that sphere."
"Sounds good in theory. But what really interests me is this." He gestures upward slightly with his hand and the ball rises, then does figure eights. "Any other metal, I could only attract it to me or repel it away. Got any more of these spheres?"
"I've got everything. I made a copy of everything you used to carry, from the bb shot to the big bearings. I even ran threads of the stuff down a pair of those antenna you use. Here." And he offers a sack of items.
Myles takes the sack and puts the marble in it, then takes out three spheres the size of billiard balls. He drops them on the floor, but they stop just short of it. They form a triangle around him, and he rises up off the floor, and he glides along pushing off with a toe.
"Hah, it's practically frictionless. Better than rollerskates."
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 5:00 pm
The man pulls something else off of the shelf. A mask made of metal panels. "You've got a new one in that sack there, but I figured you'd want this one too, for old times sake. Now don't get any ideas about LiveShell and Hardcharger going back into action, I'm done. And if you had any sense you'd do the same and let that cop get out of his own fix."
"It isn't his fix, Shell. It's mine. I had the ball, and I dropped it, this thing is my responsibility now. You want me to just sit back and act like a normal person while I know there's something heavy going down? Look at us, man. We're far from normal. I can light up a building. You've got an effing pocket dimension in your skin. Are you telling me you could just ignore something like this when you know you could have done something about it?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 4:34 pm
(( Eeek.... my metal a** is in deep s**t. ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 2:20 pm
The man is silent a moment, and then replies. "I guess we'll find out the hard way when the time comes, but until then, this is your party, not mine."
Myles crosses the room and gives the guy a hug, the kind of hug you give somebody when you've gone through hell with them, been tested to your limits and come through together. "Then you know why I've got to do this. I'll see you later man."
"Good luck. Your cop is in good hands. By the way, if the pulse generator I gave him is still retrievable, get it back for me?"
"No prob."
And without further farewell, none needing to be said, Myles heads out the door.
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