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I looked at the hole where the party mart had once been, but it was Kinkade that said it first. “Did it get bigger?”

It looked as if the hole had doubled in size, now taking up the entire lot and going out to the side almost into the street.

Johanson and a team of guys in state police uniforms, Troop N, our guys, now had both police tape and barriers all around the place as well as orange cones which were probably covering up some portable ward stones to keep the mundane people moving along and not bothering to think about the whole mess.

And striding up from the side lines to my car came a rather massive, evil looking man in a mix of tactical and hunter’s gear shaking his head sadly. “I swear that woman will be the death of me, blasted me across the street and then let herself fall into a hole in reality just to avoid answering a simple question.”

I gave Otto a friendly smile. “And what question would that be Mr Dixion.”

He smiled back. “The same question I always ask her Agent Darrow. Can I treat you to dinner?” he leaned over to look into the truck and wave at my passenger “Hi Sally”

Kinkade gave him a stern look. “Hi Otto, why ain’t you gone and got him yet.”

Otto shook his head. “Orders from the fox himself, wait till his aunt and the Bureau give up or start making excuses, then we go.”

Kinkade looked around for moment. “The rest of them here?”

Otto nodded, “Close enough to react, far enough out not to make the badges nervous.”

I wave him back so I could open my door, “I’m a badge, and knowing your crew is anywhere near and looking for trouble, well, that makes me nervous enough to want to have something solid to take cover behind.”

Otto shook his head with a sad look. “The boys and girls like you Agent Darrow, they'd would never shoot you, on purpose anyways, and they know that Sally would track them down to the ends of the earth if they shot her.”

I rolled my eyes. “Very comforting Mr Dixion.”

Johanson has been heading my way to report, only for Kinkade to dash off to cut him off, much to the large orc’s visible confusion. “Witch girl’s got her work cut out for her. Boy needs a two by four of a clue stick upside his head to know when a girl is interested in him.”

Otto grinned “That some kind of special social cues for orcs?”

I shook my head, “Nope, boy’s just a total nerd.”

Otto sighed. “Won’t work out anyways, orc’s don’t do magic, just resist it, and her family would never let her get serious about anyone that would weaken the bloodline.”

I thought that over. “Must not have been too happy about her and your boss breaking up.”

Otto laughed. “It’s not like she’s keeps them up to date, and since they're still planning on being roommates it might be years before they figure it out.”

It was about then that my boss levitated up in a column of colored rings that stacked up below her feet to hold her up in the air above the pit before slipping out one by one to make a walkway of light to let her casually walk over the last few feet between her and the edge of the pit.

I headed over to meet her with the big guy slinking along beside me until he stopped at her glare.

“Fun-sized?” He fought off a grin, unsuccessfully, and scratched at his head. Her glare grew sharper. “I would say that we would be discussing your use of the term to describe me, but I find I have no interest in talking to you.”

She glares at him for a moment longer before asking me. “Did you find anything out Casey?” then turned her head to look over at me. “Fuck. That bad?”

I cringed and nodded.

“Fine, let’s borrow Khalid’s office. Kinkade your with us, bring your boyfriend.” She turned away from a protesting Johanson and surprised looking Witch to point at Otto “You...anywhere out of my sight.’

I moved quick to keep up with her with a last glance back to see a see Otto face looking at my bosses back with a exasperated look, then back at my boss who was wearing a big evil grin.

“What was that all about?”

She shrugged. “I needed a win, and he can take a punch.”

“You’re a evil person boss.”

“Damned right”

Martin- On his phone at the Party-Mart

I took my phone away from ear to look at it in disbelief before returning to the conversation.

“No Doctora Hechicero, I’m currently surrounded by,” I glanced out the front window. “a endless field of pink wheat stalks under a green sky on another level of reality so I afraid my corporate coordinator Cyra Khalid is handling all my business duties for the time being.”

“Why yes, I would be happy to collect some of the grain, I can even try collecting a live plant if you wish, but I will have to get right on that, the landscape tends to change quite often here.”

“Good day Senora.”

I had not even thought about collecting plants, few of them would grow in the true world, but those that could take root could end up having a number of uses in the right hands.

I rubbed my own hands together and used my best Mr Burns voice.”And those hands will be working with me.”

This earned me a look or curiosity from Tosser, before he snorted and went to running his fingers along the Mobius strip I had made while on the phone for the last hour dealing with people who just had to speak to the manager. I had scribbled a simple repeating inward turning wave pattern along it’s single side to connect back at it’s beginning. It had been enough to keep him from getting bored and searching through the deck drawers and the filing cabinet.

“Of course I am going to need Sally or her grandma to take a look at them first. I do not want a invasive species going wild.”

Since I did not have anything big enough to hold a larger plants roots, I used a trowel from Sally’s room to dig up a smaller plant growing at the edge of a stoney patch surrounding a statue of a giant arm sticking of the ground from about the elbow up, it’s hand clawing at the air like a drowning man.

The imps stared at it, but did not get any closer then the edge of stoney ground, so I did not go any further then I need to dig up a knee high stalk either.

I picked off enough of the pink grains to fill a Lone brand blue plastic cup for the Doctora as well.

Then I decided to finally head upstairs to spy on my neighbors from hell.

The reflection in the screen of the over-sized television that sally had insisted on, showed a tall boy wearing my cloths sitting hunched forward and staring intently at the screen with a game controller in his hand. I could hear the sounds of electronic gun shots as if from another room coming from the speakers.

The light blue shirt paired up well with his dark blue eyes, anything darker would a bad choice with his ultra pale skin. Also he looked like he really needed a break from staring at a screen.

From the door to my room I could hear three women chatting away as I stood in the doorway out of the line of sight from the now repaired mirror on top of the dresser the some friends had set aside for me after they cleared out a old abandoned house of a creature which had been living in it’s cellar.

It had been stealing livestock from a family which would have gotten in trouble with the Bureau for getting the regular police involved, but were too unimportant for them to help.

We had relocated to the realms by the by, at a profit, only slightly wounded. Telling Otto about my aunt’s soft spot for magical beasts had proved to positively influenced the man.

The rest of the vintage furniture from the house had covered expenses and payroll on their own.

So, not being in the line of sight, it was somewhat unexpected when a cheery woman’s voice spoke out from the direction of the mirror attached to the top of the dresser. “Are you shy?”

Well, shoot. No point in trying to bluff, and it would rude not to respond

“Having a entire mirror’s worth of glass fired at you from across a room tends to make a man a bit weary.”

“Oh, that was just Damia, her dad says she’s trigger happy when she’s nervous”

Another voice, this one a bit whiny. “What? Who are you talking too?”

“The guy in the mirror, I think you scared him.”

“What!” The clattering sounds of someone with impractical shoes trying to get to their feet and rush across a room. “Ah sweetie, theirs no one there.”

A giggle from the first lady. “Yes there is, he’s hiding around the corner, I can feel his heart beat. No Clarice, around the corner on his side of the mirror.”

Feeling it best to stop hideing, I stepped fully into the room and turned to face a pale young woman with a pageboy haircut dressed in what looked to be a black one piece swimsuit, but thicker, and a woman that appeared to be a classical succubus with shoulder length red hair dressed in what would be best described as club wear.

“Good afternoon. My name is Martin Thibedeau and I would like to apologize for any trouble that having the store may have caused in it’s sudden appearance.”

While the red headed demoness was still reacting his sudden reappearance, the shorter black haired girl spoke up. “Hi, I’m Linda and this is Damia, she claimed your store.”

I blinked. “Well she is most welcome to have the one there, but I can’t guarantee it’s permanence.”

The redhead, Damia narrowed her eyes at me. “What does that mean?”

I gave her my warmest smile. “We should talk.”

Donovan- Crawling around on the floor in the Party-mart

I jumped up to see a tall skinny man in the tattered remains of a button up shirt and blue jeans starring at me through the glass door. “Can I come in?”

His voice sounded, well moist is the best word I could think of, but I headed up to the door, closer to him anyways, not to let him in, but just to make sure it was locked. As I moved up I could see out the windows the remains of a city lying in ruins with patches of smoke drifting up. There was several other people scattered in between the ruins and the store heading my way.

The raggedy man’s hand slapped up against the glass of the door, his palm was riddled with little black dots which were moving along under his skin, collecting in the middle of his hand to form a black patch which was leaking a thin white fluid

“Please, let me in...I’m so hungry.”

Ah, hell no. Thankfully the deadbolt was secured and the sign was turned to closed. I pointed at it to make sure he saw it. “We’re closed, try another store.”

“I thinks that Strangle La”

I turned to see Clarice who had sneaked up behind me. “What?”

“Some woman tried to make a domain that would welcome anyone, a safe haven for the Fallen like herself. But she wasn’t strong enough to keep it, took lest then a week for someone to show up and take it away for her, then more showed up either to claim it from him, or just looking for a fight.”

She stepped up to wave away the spotted man, reaching up to rest one hand on the handle of his big ass sword to make sure he got the point. Spot got the message, but gave me one last look before he headed off to the side.

“When someone gets turned into a demon, it’s because they lost their humanity and end up always hungering to get it back from someone else. That’s why the ones that turn topside get called the fallen, because they either jump or get pushed down here where their isn't anyone to feed on.”

She smirked “Except popping fresh uncontaminated pure humans like you, and you got plopped down here in a Party store like a tasty little snack on display. He’ll probably be waiting around outside looking for a way to get to you for days.”

Her head jerked up suddently as she listened to something and then she turned to rush out the back door, leaving it wide open, with creepy spotted guy hanging around outside looking to do something bad to me.

I ran to catch up, pulling the door shut behind me before I rushed up the stairs and pulled that door behind me as well.

I could hear the other two girls bickering up ahead as Clarice stood in the TV room with her sword out and looking around suspiciously as Roxir grunted in annoyance and tried to lean around to see the screen.

I made out the conversation coming from the bedroom and crept up closer. Sounded like the little guy had decided to make a deal with Damia and company. Good luck man, but look like miss D isn’t biting.

Damia stomped her foot “You said something about my domain not being permanent, was that a threat?”

I could hear his voice coming from the mirror up top the old wood dresser with fancy carving on it. “No, of course not, but you should know this entire place could be...very, unstable, unsafe, and it’s not a matter of what anyone wants it to be, but how we can make it be.”

She stared coldly at the mirror. “You sounds like you’re trying to sell me something.”

His voice got louder, clearer, like when he was standing right in front of the mirror. “Yes! Exactly. I’m trying to get you to buy into a plan where you get what you want, I get what I want, and everyone wins.”

Damia took a step back, then set her shoulders like she was getting ready to take a swing. “How am I supposed to trust anything you say, all I got to go on is your word?”

Well, in the current situation, I get screwed no matter what happens. Either stuck being Damia’s boy bitch, or a small chance someone who hates my guts might bring me back up to home. A very small chance.

Don’t like the game, change the rules.

Clarice had stepped into the room and had gotten pretty caught up in the conversation so it wasn’t too hard to get pass her and up in front of the dresser.

My hands felt cold as I reach through the mirror and grabbed the little guy by his shirt, and pulled.

I got his head and shoulders pulled out and onto my side before he could grab hold of the mirror frame on his side. “I got him, help me pull!”

Clarice got up first, leaning into to brace one hand on to the top of the mirror’s frame and grabbed a hold of his hair with the other, Linda got her hands in from the other side the grab onto one of his shoulders.

Damai was shouting something when the guy let go of his grip on the frame with one hand to reach out and before I could blink to poke his fingers into my eyes.

Yeah, that hurt, but worst I could both feel and see his finger tips pressing up against my eyes. So of course I let go of him to try to pull his hand away from my face.

That when the mirror broke, turns out a old wooden frame isn’t he best thing to brace against when in a tug of war match.

Most of him made it back to his side. Except for the part of his left arm I had managed to grab a hold of.

“Holy fucking shit!”

I more pushed then threw it away, Linda caught it. “Aw, for me. Thanks”

Damia was yelling at all of us, Clarice was laughing and Linda was playing with the severed limb’s fingers.

I backed away out the room until I nearly fell over the couch, much to Roxir’s annoyance. “Damia, I said would respect your domain, but I’m trying to play a game. Could you take it a notch.”

Then the severed arm began to twitch and it’s hand closed into a fist.