It was way to hot today and the aircon on the office floor was out of commission, so when her lunch break had wandered around she had grabbed an icy pole out of the freezer and headed down to the garage floor which happened to be the coolest place in the building today.
As she got off the elevator she noticed that Lester, Hal, Cal, Junior and Manny all seemed to have the same idea as her, except instead of an icy pole they were working on one of the SUV's .
"Hey Bomber" Grunted Manny as he put his weight behind the wrench he was trying to turn, the others turned and greeted her as well, with nothing better to do she pushed aside some bottles of antifreeze and car polish and sat herself down of the large wooden crates that the were occupying space in the garage.
"What exactly are you all doing?" Rangeman had it's own mechanics in a garage nearby that did all the James Bond type modifications to their cars. Well except hers. They refused to touch hers saying that they didn't want her bad car karma to rub of onto them, they were a paranoid superstitious lot and not even a direct order from the Boss man himself could get them to change their minds.
"Just giving it a tune up noting special" shrugged Hal
"Ahh anything not to go back into that damn office anytime soon" she nodded understandingly, her eye was caught by something written on the crates she was sitting on NON-FLAMMABLE "Hey what's in these?" she said moving some more of the bottles and accidentally knocking over a few of the open ones, great now there was a thick green liquid spreading over the boxes just brilliant Steph she thought to herself.
"Oh those are the knew Hazmat/fire-fighting suits, part of Tanks 'Constant Vigilance' speech from the other week there's one for the boot of every Rangeman car though I told him that he should just put them all in the back of your car and cut his losses" Grinned Junior playfully
"Yuk yuk yuk so funny" she said with a grimace as she tried to mop up the mess she had made with some napkins from her pocket but all it did was spread it around further
"Bomber strikes again" said Hal
"There's cleaner in the back room" said Cal pointing to a door set in the back wall of the Garage "It's in a grey blue bottle" she flicked the overhead lights on and looked at the shelves, she found a grey bottle with a blue lid it was the only thing that she could see that matched the description she read the label Potassium Permanganate, that sounded like some kind of cleaner fluid, she brought it back out with her and poured it on the antifreeze, there was practically no warning, no sizzling no smoke just an intense chemical smell before green-blue flames leapt for the ceiling scorching her face as they flew past she leapt back in surprise and fell on her butt. Manny rushed over and grabbed her under her arms pulling her out of the way of the boxes, now burning like a funeral pyre, and over towards the car they had been working on.
"How the hell did you……" began Junior
"It wasn't me" she squeaked eyes open in horror at the destruction before her, the chemically ignited fire having now consumed the wooden crates, latched onto the suits inside and was now slowly incinerating them
"How … b..b..but they're … NON-flammable" stuttered Woody shaking his head
"Shotgun NOT telling Tank" said Junior quickly Stephanie just hung her head between her legs and mentally reviewed her winter wardrobe wondering if she had enough warm clothes to survive the winter in the Artic were she was probably going to be sent after this incident and praying to god that the fire satayed away from the parked cars!
"What did you pour on that stuff?" asked Hal taking the bottle out of her hands "Well shit Steph no wonder this isn't cleaner it's some of Bobby's medical liquid, I'm not actually 100 persent sure what he uses it for but if you poor this on Anit-freeze or glycerine the chemicals react and you have instantaneous fire!" he said shaking his head.
"It was the only bottle that was blue and grey that I could see" she said somewhat defensively
"Nah I reckon she just took the label non-flammable a little to personally" Cal was really laughing now
"Bite me skull boy!" she snapped hopefully Tank would let her pack before he booked the plane ticket!
INTERNAL MEMO ------ Rangeman Office Trenton area
The term Non-Flammable is not a personal challenge
Sincerely Office manager Pierre.
NOTE THE CHEMICAL REACTION IN THIS FIC ARE REAL AND CAN HAPPEN, I STRESS THAT YOU DO NOT TRY THIS WITHOUT THE SUPERVISION OF A PROFESSIONAL AND NEVER UNSUPERVISED AS THE RESULTS CAN BE VOLATILE AND UNPREDICTABLE AND CAN RESULT IN DEATH IF DONE INCORRECTLY…THANK YOU