"Why not? I mean, it is written pretty plain, to me," Dev asked curiously."It is a long story. Now, if you will just write the two spells out as writt...n, the guild and I would appreciate it," the wizard almost ordered."Wizard Wonacky, while I respect your position, you are not someone I report to. I am not a member of the guild, nor am I subordinate to you," Dev replied, standing as he did so.Wonacky also stood."Please, I did not mean to offend you. Of course you are not subordinate to me. I. Hopefully it is old age and not a bullet to the head or blown up into chunks of meat.I swear these tanks were close to twenty years old and predated the rebellion. Being the commander/gunner I had to think of what hit us and how to fix it quickly. Michelle, the driver and I both saw a quick flash before everything went dark. It could have been an old electromagnetic pulse weapon from fifty years ago. I had Frankie, the engineer, do a hard reset of all systems. Nothing, and five minutes wasted.. Now we were both curious to who could have known this. Steve called Mike, told him he needed an easel 24ft high and 30ft wide. It must be light; Mike said how about the old garage and was told it must be secure. I called Arron next. “Secure the old barn inside and out and I will explain later,” I called Linda she was okay now but curious, Steve said to come down to the vault. When she got there we showed her the note. So I guess we are not done yet. On the way out I was attacked by Jill. I had made the mistake of asking her what she planned to buy and she looked askance at me."Nothing really, but if something catches my eye then I may buy." Something did catch her eye. It was a dress. Men, as a rule cannot visualise a dress hanging on a rail with the vision it will be when worn by the woman, yet Marilyn had that happy knack of seeing a dress and knowing how it would look. There was one. It was a creamy white, quite short with tight waist and a low cut neck. My initial reaction.