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Keep the Engine Running
Gwendolyn Groane flipped up her welding mask and set her tools down on the little stool beside the engine she had been repairing. She stood up and looked around. The cavernous basement-slash-garage-slash-workshop was littered with machines in various stages of disassembly, but one glance was all it took to know what she was looking for wasn’t there. With a sigh she stomped up the stairs, her heavy boots sounding like a stampede.
The basement was huge, but the building above it was deceptively small. Mittens & Groane was a small company, so a repurposed farmhouse was all the headquarters they needed. Martin J. Mittens Jr. was in the main office, watching a questionably-legal rooftop race on the vidscreen. He had left the door open, but she knocked anyway just to get his attention.
“Oh, hey Gwen. What’s up?”
“We’re out of dimmer switches. I’m driving into town to get some more.”
“Hang on, I’ll come with