Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 | Page 93

“Ahh, the good old ‘dig up dirt and trade it’ tactic?”
Margo knew Jake was an expert at that one.
“Hey it works. I have found that when combined with
the ‘scare them until they pee’ tactic, a person will
give you anything you want.” Jake snickered.
The taxi stopped across the street of a two storey
building with a blue roof. The bottom was a magic
shop, while Jake lived on the top floor. As they walked
towards it, thick smoke started coming out of the
windows.
“Crap!” Jake motioned for Margo to get down as
the shop imploded with a large bang. When Margo
straightened up, nothing was left in front of her except
a very large scorch mark. There was no debris anywhere in sight.
“A complete clearout. Wait, don’t tell me you left the
scrolls inside?”

Jake looked at Margo with an expression of disbelief.
“You believe I’m that dumb? I worked for this day for
three years, I won’t let a blast stop me.”Jake walked
to the middle