"No need," Dr. Spaulding pointed out, "sensors indicate the intruders are retreating. Isn't that right girl?"
Dr. Spaulding's dog nodded in agreement, her ears twitching, searching for the sound of intruders.
"I've got a pile of new gadgets for you to test on your next run."
Brick eyed the pile with some interest, but nothing beat the security of his .45 revolver and his trusted damascus blade. Dr. Spaulding's inventions sometimes came in handy, but they weren't terribly reliable in 'real world' situations when hostiles were closing in hard and fast and you had no time to read the labeling.
The hum of the dog food can opening laser perked the dog's ears up, and she trotted over, her nails clicking on the flagstone floor. She nuzzled Brick's hand briefly, and then sneezed slightly when the scent of gun oil reached her brain.
Dr. Spaulding shifted a number of levers, and an array of pulleys and ropes leapt to life above their heads.
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