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Storm Riders

Controlling Weather, Riding Lightning, Saving the World, and Practical Jokes

     "That storm outside? Perfectly natural, nothing to worry about. What? Oh, no, it'll get bad. It'll tear the siding off your house, and that only if you don't end up like Dorothy, but that's not the worst part. You ever stare out into a storm at the darkest part. You know, where the clouds seem to swallow the light, as black as a politician's promise? Yeah, that's the part. Your eyes don't want to look there, they want to slide away, because what's going on in there is unnatural.
     "There are . . . things . . . on the other side of that, wanting to get to our side. If enough get through, it's over. No more Earth. No more ribs. Man, these are delicious.
     "Me? Oh, I'm the guy going to stop the storm from ripping a hole to hell. Name's Reilly, Reilly Hawkins. Over there is my partner and teacher Jack Dailey. Yeah, the one arguing about the all-you-can eat buffet extending to the dessert table.
     "We're Storm Riders. Control the weather, surf the clouds, ride the lightning, et cetera et cetera. We'll take care of it. What? Now? But I haven't had any cobbler, yet."

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