<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Reizu grinned as he yanked at the collar. Stubborn as always. Not for long. "Gotcha. Hey, can we start tonight since Chris to bored to watch magic at it's finest. I'm interested in seeing this happen." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia was already down the ramp part way. "It's not like you could miss it. You're going to have to be right in the centre."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Reizu scanned his surroundings. Not bad for a warehouse. Not bad at all. The white wolfeasel decided to test his flames tomake sure they were good at go. He closed his eyes, squeezed his palm, and snapped his fingers. What should have been a white blaze was now a black flare. Reizu stared in horrible awe as it flickered out. This was bad. The source of his energy had been penetrated by the dark collar. as a final test, he picked up a knife and stabbed his hand. Black fluids leaked out from the gash. "Ummmm, Ptricia? This just went from code red..," He took a second to gulp. "To code black."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Uh oh... that's not good, not good at all. Chris! Get over here! You too Reizu, I need to get set up fast!"<br/><br/>The level below had either lit up when she'd come down the ramp, or she didn't care about power bills.<br/><br/>Ahead of you at the base of the ramp is a kitchen that would do justice to a restaurant. Along one side wall is a big walk in freezer with a double door, and through the portholes in it, you an see the dim figures of hanging carcases, mostly cattle or other non-anthro animals. On the far wall is an industrial microwave big enough to take a cow, and a vertical glass fronted cattle roaster.<br/><br/>A work surface with sink and hanging implements takes up the rest of the wall, apart from a more normal, if deluxe, fridge freezer. A large metal freestanding table, with it's own set of overhead lights, stands in the centre. There are drains on the floor, and a reel hose on the other side wall, next to a double sized doorway.<br/><br/>You go down the corridor beyond, that from it's direction more or less runs under the centreline of the upper level. Other closed double doors are spaced at intervals, but you travel right down to the far end where there's another double height room, a store room. More warehouse shelving and stacks of boxes and items make it look as if someone raided half a dozen antique shops and a museum and stored it all in a DIY warehouse.<br/><br/>You hurry pass open spaces with covered items bigger than you are, and dozens of things that you'd love to have the time to have a proper look at. Was that an anti-aircraft battery peaking out from under the dust sheet, or a stuffed yeti, or a tall box made up of smaller ones with a human outline?<br/><br/>Ptricia stopepd in front of some boxes on a side aisle, and tapped them. "Bring these upstairs. I've got to go and get dressed. Ritual magic means everything's gotta be just right, and I don't think we have much time."