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Phoenix and Toxic entered the office of the Gordman Brothers Shipping Company. The teenager lingered at the door and silently welded it shut. Without their wings and Phoenix's hair not in flames, the pair looked very out of place. They approached the long desk with the receptionist who gave them a look of disgust.

"Can I help you, ladies?" She asked.

"Yeah, we're looking for Gordman," replied Phoenix. "I understand his office is here?"

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No, we're here hoping he can clear his schedule to see us."

"That is not going to happen. Unless you need something shipped, please leave."

"I'm surprised Mister Gordman gets any business with a clerk with this kind of attitude," Phoenix replied.

"Mister Gordman is a very busy man. Now, please leave."

"I'm interested in some cargo he's holding for some other clients."

"That's private and we do not divulge that to anyone."

"I'm sure he'll give it to me," Phoenix grinned.

The receptionist's hand slowly drifted from the desk. Phasing behind the woman, Phoenix clamped a hand over the woman's mouth and grabbed her wrist. She put her burning wings around her to get her full attention.

"Shh, firefly," Phoenix said calmly, "you don't really want to do that. We're what you call 'them magic winged people'," Phoenix put her finger on the desk and burned a mark into it. "I don't think you want to get burned."

The reception shook her head in Phoenix's grasp.

"Good. Why don't you go sit in the corner for a spell," Phoenix pushed the woman's chair into a corner with a 'thump'.

"I don't think she'll stay in the corner on her own," Toxic pointed out.

"She has an honest face," Phoenix smiled, "but, we all know there isn't such a thing. Don't go anywhere, bitch." She blasted her plasma lance creating a wall of flame to imprison the woman.

"Please, don't...I promise I won't say a word. Don't kill me, please," the receptionist pleaded.

"Don't cross the line and you won't get burned," Phoenix answered. "But, if I don't find Gordman I'll settle for you instead. I take it he's through that door?"

The receptionist nodded.

"Anything else I should know?"

"He's got a camera. He'll see you coming," the receptionist replied quivering.

"Meh," the teenager shrugged. "Come on, Kara. Let's go have some fun. Don't go anywhere, miss receptionist. Those flames burn awfully hot," Phoenix replied as she and Toxic vanished.

They opened the door and went down the hallway. They came to an intersection. One way said 'shipping', the other didn't have a sign. They went down the blank hallway to an old fashioned wooden door with a golden knocker on it. Above the frame was a little camera.

Phoenix took a wad of gum from her mouth and shoved it over the camera lens.

"I thought we didn't want to be noticed," Toxic asked.

"I didn't want to give him the heads up as we came down the hallway. We're here now," she replied as she smashed her fist through the door. Her arm glowed bright followed by a sudden flash. The door disintegrated into ash. Phoenix turned visible as she stepped into the office.

"Mister Gordman, I presume?" The teenager asked walking straight into a double barreled shotgun. "Did you miss the memo? Those are illegal in space now. Fear of depressurization. I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate it from you."

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