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Klaus

“We can’t launch the sled from here,” hoots the elf-chief. “We’d have to drag it to a good ion ramp–the power station would do in a pinch.”

“But we know the Black Fridays have that whole quarter of the city locked down,” says Tim Cripple. “What are we going to do, sneak down their chimney?”

Klaus shakes his head. “They’ve sown the blitzen,” he says, “they’ll reap the donder. We go in the front door, where they’ll least expect us. And we fight.”

“With what?”

“You’d be amazed,” grumbles Klaus, hauling out a Howitzer, “what some people consider toys.”

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