It's only a five minute drive from the stores to the agreed rendezvous between the two vans. Before you have a chance to finish your respective conversations, the vans are rolling to a stop on a rough, barely maintained road. There aren't any tracks in the snow; you are the first ones to pass this way since it last snowed. That's good news, as far as this being a discrete place to exchange the contents of the two vans and to dispose of the Bulldog, but it also means that there is a visual record of you passing this way. The weather right now is cold and clear. The sun is dipping behind the mountains to the west and the temperature is dropping rapidly. It's colder here than in Aspen. Current temperatures in Aspen are still hovering around freezing but where you are it's about -7 Celsius. Cold.
Chino pulls the rear of the Bulldog up to the rear of the Eurovan so that the obelisk can be moved the shortest distance. Ivana grudgingly leaves the warmth of Eurovan, prepared to help clean the things from the Bulldog so that no unpleasant stains migrate from one vehicle to the other. She's thinking that the dwarf will simply levitate the obelisk, allowing her to clean it mid-flight, but Ohanzee expresses reservations about his current physical state. Ivana appraises him closely; he is indeed wavering, on his last legs. He looks like he wants nothing more than to take a nap right now, the adrenaline from the fight having left his system.
After a minute of discussion, it is decided that Sam, Chino, Ace, and Ivana will move the obelisk while Doc and Ohanzee clean it. Ace brings out the cleaning supplies he purchased. The four movers grunt and groan as they hold the obelisk while the dwarf darts underneath to make sure that the bottom is clean. Ohanzee watches with reservation as he sees Ivana, seemingly an 18-year-old Japanese-Russian elf, bearing the load of the obelisk that hovers over his head, but on the astral he can see the spell that circulates around her muscles and makes her quite as strong as a human Olympic weightlifter. Ohanzee finishes his task and then darts out from underneath the obelisk through Sam's legs.
The move complete, the group takes a few minutes to scrub the portable property coming from the Bulldog, wiping everything down with the family-size carton of Brichert Clean-M-Up! handiwipes that Ace bought. Discarded wipes go into the Bulldog; clean gear goes into the Eurovan. Once that's done, it's time to do the same for yourselves. Ohanzee, having sat where the hapless magician met his grisly end, is particularly affected. Ivana sniffs at him, her heightened smelling picking up more than just the blood in the Bulldog and the lunch that the decker vomited when Doc dumped her. Ohanzee's armored clothing, which hasn't been changed in at least a day (and which has seen a lot of action since then), will need a good wash, she decides.
Ivana zips about, both to keep warm but also to be thorough. She takes special care to get everyone's shoes cleaned, especially the soles. She pauses for a moment to wonder if she has a spell to sanitize things, but alas she does not. She makes a mental note to ask Hecate about that the next time. For now, the work must be done by hand.
Once that's done it is time to bleach the Bulldog. Ivana takes the bleach, then pauses for a moment to cast. She glows - less this time, but still visible if you're looking directly at her - then unscrews the caps and chucks the bottles into the van. She mentally flips them over, then "catches" the bleach as it drains out. She holds the bleach in floating, globular balls, then splashes it on every interior surface of the Bulldog. It circulates and churns, forming itself into a wave that races up and down the length of the van, then swirls. It's rather like watching a washing machine or a dishwasher. Once she's satisfied that the job is complete, she looks to Chino and Ace to see if they want to push it into the river. Then it's time to go! It's cold!
