The Heist

Kat was seated cross-legged on the bed in a light trance as Dominic retrieved the book in it's lock-box. Dominic set the case before Kat and took a cross-legged seat across the book from her while anointing her forehead with a mix they made. The two settled into a telepathic communication Kat occasionally uttering a phrase from pop Gaelic mysticism or Dominic grumbling medical Greek. Step brother and sister stayed this way a half an hour before Kat got up to check the glam on her NERF blaster was settling right. After another ten minutes Dominic rose, set his hands on his sister's shoulders and said. "It's time to gather more firepower."

Cynthia and Claire sat in the front seat of the car chanting. Cynthia in an eye open trance driving and Claire in the passenger seat eyes closed rocking back and forth. They arrived at a closed department store where Dominic and Kat seemed to just phase through the locked sliding doors, to return with their arms full.

Forty-five minutes later they were back home in a blanket fort made to look like a sultan's tent.

Cynthia and Claire both blond bomb-shells could not nearly pass as sister's from the rejuvenating effect of Dominic's treatment.