2- A New Crowd
The shop was up for sale. Everything must go.
Master's entire work... gone.
Debbie didn't like that desk lamp. She knew he was up to something.
Debbie found herself back in her case with a pack of bits taped on. A price tag slapped on the case.
People came and went, but someone did come for her.
A young man glanced at a stack of cash in his hand. "Think Dad'll like this as a present?" he asked an older lady.
"He did need a new drill."
Money was exchanged and Debbie was lifted off the table and into the trunk of a sedan.
A drill in good condition? And for a dollar? What a steal.
Crimson, a Kirby Classic III and Layla, a Luxley Marigold, quickly undid the latches. Debbie unfroze as soon as light struck her.
"Ah, where am I?"
She looked around.
"Someone bought me?"
Crimson nodded. "Yes."
Layla hopped over. "I hate the grill next door!" She shouted.
Debbie raised an eyebrow. "Wait for me to get my bearings before you ask me to kill anyone."
"Kill?" Layla asked.
"I'm not one to be trifled with," Debbie replied. She paused. "Who are you?"
"Crimson." The vacuum replied. "This is Layla."
Layla grinned.
"The name's Debbie."