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The site of the summoning was at the far side of the ruins. There was a large circle of stones laid out carefully in the earth. Each one weighing at least twenty pounds and standing a foot high. The circle created was over fifty feet wide. “Beware,” Sparky warned. “That circle is a portal. Step into it and you’ll wind up in her dimension.” But the circle was the least of their worries. What was standing in front of it WAS. At first it seemed to be a tall and deadly Tyrannosaurus Rex. The massive beast towered over all. But it’s formed seemed to shift and slide constantly from one animal to another. Misha recognized a half dozen different dinosaurs. Stegasurus, plesiosaur, triceratops, iguanodon and several different raptors. The forms slid past faster than even the nanites could identify. Finally, the creature seemed to solidify in the form of a stegosaurus. The heavily armored dinosaur stomped its powerful legs and swept its deadly tail about. Sparky looked

It took some time and the combined efforts of both mages before they ultimately found it. At the back of the ruins was a wall that ran about 20 feet up before ending in crumbled, tumbled rock. Telling that the wall had once been higher still. Some ten feet off the ground was a doorway, now open to the sky on both sides. Leading from open air to open air. “What we want is there,” Anneloes said as she pointed to the doorway. “The magic we’ve been tracking leads to there.” The rabbit nodded her head. “Most certainly a portal is there. And only recently reopened.” “There is a folding ladder on the roof of the jeep,” Misha said. “I’ll have Philip bring back the jeep.” “No need,” Anneloes countered. “I can get up there on my own.” The mage spoke a few words and slowly rose off the ground. “That’s handy,” Stealth commented. Anneloes floated till she was level with the open doorway. “Be careful Anne,” Sparky said cautiously. “There are sure to be wards on

“You did pretty well with those blades of yours,” Sparky said. “Thank you,” Stealth responded. “Your spells were spectacular." “Thanks, May I see one of your blades?” She asked. Stealth drew one of blades from it’s sheath and handed it to her, hilt first. She examined the blade carefully. “A falcata. 2nd century BC.” The mage ran her hand lightly along the blade. “Old magic here. But still potent.” "What are their names?" Sparky asked. “Names?” Stealth said slowly. “All great weapons have names,” she said. “Durandel, Excaliber. Gae Bulg.” “Levo and Vo Pravo,” the cheetah answered. She was quiet for a moment. “Left and Right?” “Where did they come from?” “I got them, from the Sky Raiders but they were originally owned and used by Liberty Lion,” Stealth said proudly. “THE Liberty Lion?” She asked excitedly. “From the Liberty League in WW2?” Stealth nodded in answer. “Wow!” She said softly. “Very cool.” “He’s tutoring me,”

“There is so much about this we don’t know,” Misha said calmly. “We will keep researching the issue,” FitzWilliams said. “And contact you with any updates.” “The same with us,” Misha responded. ******************** The Midnighter mansion is a rambling place. Not being limited by the laws of physics allowed it grow in all directions including down and across dimensions. A large pair of doors of a light-colored wood and bound with cast iron sat at the back of a short hallway. Stepping thru the doors the mages found themselves underground. The walls were of natural stone roughly carved. Hallways and corridors ran off in all directions making for a confusing maze. Down the hall to the left. Third left, fourth right and past the statue of a gargoyle. (At least they HOPED it was a statue.) This led to a door at the end of the corridor. "WHERE is this rod?" Jonathan asked as he looked around. "In here," Erica said and opened the door. Revealing a room lined with

Dinopocalypse By Christian Okane The actual headquarters of the Midnight squad was in the Midnighter Club. That was located in the Gimry Ridge neighborhood The building was a large wooden structure built in a gothic style over a century out of date. It loomed some seven stories up and rambled up and out with turrets and towers scattered all over. Balconies seemed to jut out at random on different levels. “Dear Lord,” Stealth muttered. “This is right out of an old horror movie. All we need is for Vincent price to greet us at the door.” Once up the stone steps and onto the covered porch they made their way to the large, ornate door. Once thru the door it opened up into a large hall. The ceiling rose up three stories high. The walls themselves were of a dark colored wood whose shine and good shape spoke of long and expert care. A large counter sat in the middle of the room facing the door. Behind that a grand staircase led up to a second-floor balcony. Several

One part of the central racks held projectile weapons. Needless to say that drew the two vulpine. Self-bows, composite long bows, short bows and even a pair of crossbows were neatly arraigned there. Large chests placed neatly on the floor held THOUSANDS of arrows. A small room held ammunition. Boxes and boxes of rifle, pistol and machine gun ammo. All neatly, securely and safely stored. There was a 1960’s style wall phone on the wall. But rather than being at 5’ height for easy use it was a full 6’ off the floor. The man laughed. “Hero Horn installed those. But he made them right for his size. Great electrician; but a lousy sense of heights.” A door in one wall led to a small but fully equipped workshop. Not only could any weapon be repaired there. But also bows and arrows could be repaired or even fully manufactured. There was even the equipment needed for reloading ammo. “We don’t have this,” Stealth commented. “We have a workshop,” Misha added. “But

“Let’s call the number in the letter,” Stealth said. “See who answers.” With a silent command the phone number in the letter was called. The phone rang three times before someone picked it up. “Hello,” a female voice said. “This is Stealth calling,” the feline said bluntly. “I got your letter.” “Good!” The voice said cheerfully. “Papa is eager to meet you. Our address is 122 Wild Wolf Road, Port Jervis NY. Please come up for the weekend,” she said. “We’d be glad!” Strela answered. “Congratulations on defeating the Sky Raiders,” she said. “Seeing that ship go down was very satisfying.” “We only helped,” Stealth responded. “The Navy did the real work.” “Please tell us when you are arriving,” the voice said. “We’ll shut off the air defense system and the antitank guns.” ****************** Port Jervis New York is located on the New York/New Jersey/Pennsylvania state boundaries and had parts in all three. The town was bisected by the Delaware

All three of them were tired and worn out when the teleporter deposited them in the basement of the old train station that held their base. While headed up their quarters they stopped on each level to be sure everything was all right. When they got to the lowest floor which held the powerplant and machinery and the robots they were greeting by someone new. There looking at them was Steel Horn! The robot minotaur was standing in one of the bays meant for repairing the robots. A half dozen of the small machines were crawling all over it. “What is he doing there?” Strela asked. “We’re repairing him!” “Upgrading him too!” “Making him stronger, faster. More hip!” ***************** There was a lot of supplies they needed. A list was drawn up and officially transmitted to S4 - SOCOM supply. Arrows – regular & armor piercing and many of the special arrows they used. The two archers had used up an impressive number of the projectiles. The Nanites had a long