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Q&A with Garry Ryan
Welcome to Crime Month on Canada Writes! For the next 31 days there'll be nothing but murder mystery, murder and mayhem on our site, and largely thanks to our our partners on this project: the Crime Writers of Canada.
There's a lot in store, including an impressive, daily "How To" Guide for aspiring writers written by their members. We start with John Moss's musings on travel and crime.
And there'll be a lot of other things as well - a Master Class with Louise Penny, a selection of bone-chilling 5-Minute Mysteries, excerpts from some of the works up for this year's Arthur Ellis Awards, and also the public Page Turner Challenge.
To start things off we thought we would catch up with President of the Crime Writes of Canada, Garry Ryan, and ask him about the organization as well as his own writing.
Tell us about the Crime Writers of Canada.
We are a non-profit organization with a mandate for promoting Canadian crime writers.
What does being part of the CWC do for writers?
It offers opportunities to get the word out about their books, meet other crime writers, learn from published writers and get to know writers from across the country. Mostly it's the people. There are some very fine, funny, kind, talented people in the organization.
How did you get involved with the association?
NeWest Press suggested it when my first book came out.
You published your first novel at 50. Did you always know that you wanted to write crime fiction? How did you realize this was the genre for you?
I always knew I wanted to write and became fascinated by the way crime fiction allowed the reader to get to know a particular place, its people and all of their complex unwritten social rules.
What is it about this genre that inspires you as a writer?
So many things. Other fascinating writers. Opportunities to travel in the mind. Characters like Lisbeth Salander, Arkady Renko, Guido Brunetti, Arthur Beauchamp, Christopher Foyle, Adelia Aguilar
You're the author of the Detective Lane series. Can you talk about how the character of Detective Lane came to you?
I noticed that really talented people often pass unnoticed. There are so many remarkably ordinary people with extraordinary talents. Lane is one of them.
What do you, as the person who's brought him to life, know about him now that you didn't know in the first book of the series?
I found out why he does what he does, the horrible childhood experience that keeps him in the hunt.
What's more important to crime fiction succeeding or failing: the crime or the sleuth?
Both. The one can't dance without its partner.
Your Detective Lane books are based in Calgary. How important is setting to a crime novel?
Crucial. The setting becomes like another character. Often, fan feedback about the Lane novels is about the setting.
The writing challenge we're doing this month is the "Page Turner Challenge", where we're looking for first lines that hook the reader. How important is the beginning of a crime novel? Any tips for how to do it right -- and what NOT to do?
It's an art in itself. I like a bit of subtlety and a hook. You know, suggest/imply that something big is about to happen.
Garry Ryan was born, raised and lives in Calgary, Alberta. He is the author of the Detective Lane mystery series, which includes the Lambda Literary Award-winning The Lucky Elephant Restaurant. Other books in the series include Queen's Park, A Hummingbird Dance, Smoked, and Malabarista. Garry has a B.Ed and a Diploma in Educational Psychology from the University of Calgary, and taught for more than thirty years in Calgary public schools.
For more about the Crime Writers of Canada, visit their website.


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James Potter's Patronus is a stag! Or is it? Well, it's been pointed out to me that it really isn't a stag. Rowling said so in an interview once. Seriously! Unfortunately, I just can't find the quote now. Anyway, I really love to pick up unlikely, stay theories, shampoo them, feed them, and turn them into crackfic, so me being me and all, I just couldn't resist exploring the possibility of James Potter having something a little more 'unusual' for his Patronus.
The obligatory yadda-yadda-yadda:
1. As always, this is a work of fan fiction written solely for shits and giggles. I own nothing, and no money is being made.
2. This is meant to be humorous. If you happen to be the person who provided the fodder for this plot bunny, please try not to be offended. If you are offended, then that's your problem; not mine. And yes, I do know the basics of what can and can't be a Patronus.
3. James, Sirius, Severus, and any other character that's unfortunate enough to be stuck in this fic are meant to reflect fandom parodies. Read it with a sarcastic tone and you'll get the perfect effect.
Just a Happy Little Thought
As always, Charms class was a bore. James Potter and his brilliant abilities were even far ahead of the N.E.W.T. level work Flitwick was giving them, so he and his best mate Sirius Black decided to spend the class working out the next prank they were going to pull on old Severus Snape.
"Full moon's in twenty days," Sirius muttered out of the corner of his mouth. "Bet we could convince Snivvy to poke the knot on the Whomping Willow?"
James scratched the side of his nose with his quill and shot a side-ways glance past Peter and Sirius to Remus, who looked strained and pale and still had shadows of cuts from his last transformation on his face. Maybe Lupin would... No, Remus wouldn't want to take that kind of a risk.
Two seats in front of him was gorgeous, talented, perfect Lily Evans. James knew she wouldn't be thrilled with him for pulling off such a stunt. Still…. maybe he could put a stop to things at the last minute and be seen as a hero! He indulged in the daydream of Lily swooning into his arms, while Snape groveled and thanked him and promised to drown himself in the lake.
Speaking of Severus Snape, the little wanker was watching Lily as well, no doubt trying to figure out a way to win her back, which, after the O.W.L. incident last year, would probably never happen. If calling Lily a Mudblood in front of the whole school wasn't enough, there was always the fact it had been reveled Snape was hung like a Bowtruckle and not a mountain troll.
"Mr. Potter!"
James started. "Yes, Professor Flitwick!"
"Good, now that I finally have your attention, could you kindly tell me what a Patronus is and the incantation for conjuring one?" Flitwick shifted his weight on the wobbly pile of books and smiled at him expectantly.
James glanced around the room, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. Lily rolled her eyes, but the ghost of a smile made her lips twitch. He flashed a grin in her direction. Across the aisle, Snape glared triumphantly until he saw Lily's discreet flirtations. James snickered at the smudge of ink on Snape's giant conk.
"We're waiting, Mr. Potter."
"Er… Patronuses—"
"It's Patroni." Flitwick shook his head and sighed. "Merlin's beard, I told Headmaster Dippet it was a terrible idea to stop teaching Latin. Pity Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't see the point in re-instating the class."
James stood up and cleared his throat. "A Patronus—plural being Patroni—acts as a guardian for the wizard or witch who casts it using the incantation Expecto Patronum. The Patronus is a manifestation of the caster's happiest thought and can be used to repel both Dementors and Lethifolds." James had a flash of comedic inspiration. "Usually takes on the form of an animal, but I suppose, in very rare instances, it could take on the form of an inanimate object."
Snape's hand shot into the air, yanking his scrawny buttocks from the bench.
"Yes, Mr. Snape?" squeaked Flitwick.
"Even a complete ignoramus knows a corporeal Patronus ALWAYS takes an animal form, and that animal form is linked with the caster's potential Animagus form," Snape said, scowling at James. "I think Potter's just trying to get attention."
Sirius leaned back in his seat. "I bet if the caster's thought was happy enough, it could, theoretically, take on the shape of whatever makes that person happy." There was a smattering of laughter. "Seriously, if my happiest thought was eating a triple-scoop, choco-loganberry sundae with caramel, whipped cream, and walnuts, I really think my Patronus could be a triple-scoop, choco-loganberry sundae with caramel, whipped cream, and walnuts!" The class laughed louder. "If such things make up my happiest memories, then why not?"
"Well then, Mr. Black," began a beaming Flitwick, "we will get to test that theory. It's time to practice the wand movement for the Expecto Patronum incantation. To your feet, ladies and gentlemen, and wands out, please!"
Peter leaned over to Sirius and James, saying with a snicker, "Just a little happy thought, now, boys and girls!"
"What's yours, Wormtail?" asked Sirius, grinning. "Free cheese day at the Three Broomsticks?"
"And yours is a bitch in heat," countered Peter with a wink. "At least we know what form our Patronuses will take."
James nodded at the lanky Slytherin. "D'you want to place bets on Snivellus' Patronus?"
"Bat," Sirius and Peter replied in unison.
"And his happy thought?"
His chums both winced, and Peter replied, "I bet it has something to do with two hands and slug slime."
"A-hem!" Flitwick was watching them. "Now, let's practice the wiggle-slash movement a few times."
That night in their dorm the Marauders practiced casting Patroni. Sirius had no trouble casting one that resembled a huge shaggy dog. After a few dozen tries, Peter finally had a long-tailed rat scurrying around the room. James had been unsurprised to find a stag erupting from his wand. Remus, unfortunately, had only been able to coax a little silvery mist out of the tip of his wand.
"C'mon Remus, after all of our adventures, you've got to have one really happy memory to use," James said, wracking his brain to come up with a suitable memory. "What about—"
"It's no use!" wailed Remus, dropping his wand to the floor. "Nothing's ever going to be good enough because of my furry little problem! I just can't do it!"
"Pecker up, mate," Sirius said, handing Remus back his wand. "I'll come up with something that will be the best memory ever."
The pale boy shrugged. "But what if my Patronus is a wolf? Then everyone will know. Maybe that's why I can't do it."
"Maybe," James agreed. "But isn't that why we should test the inanimate-object-Potronus theory? That way your secret would be safe and we can keep having our adventures."
"But what can we use?" asked Peter as he untied the string around a parcel and opened the box. "Look at this!"
The three boys gathered around the box. Grinning, Peter held up a delicate-looking, blue teacup embellished with lilies and violets.
"Your mum sent you a bloody teacup?" Sirius snorted.
Peter glared at him. "Not just any old teacup. This, my friends, is the proto-type for my uncle's latest invention in the practical joke industry. It's a Nose-biting teacup!"
Remus nodded to Sirius. "Take a sip. Who knows, maybe the sight of you with a teacup hanging off your muzzle will be my happiest memory."
"Oh, very funny!" snapped Sirius. "It's Peter's, so I think he should try it out. If it even works, that is."
"Well," began Peter, clearly losing enthusiasm for the novelty, "they do work, but so far he's only gotten them to bite once."
A light bulb went on in James' head. "I've got it!"
"Got what?"
"The perfect happy memory for Remus, that's what!" When the other three boys looked at James like he'd finally gone 'round the twist, he hinted, "It's a nose-biting teacup, right? So shouldn't its maiden—and possibly only—bite should be on the most obvious, gigantic, and spectacularly enormous nose in all of Hogwarts?"
"Can you think of anyone else more deserving of the honor?"
"Nope," said Peter, relieved that he wouldn't have to be the test subject.
"No one," Sirius agreed.
Remus smiled uncomfortably. "But how are we going to get him to drink out of it?"
James gave them a devilish grin as he traced the lilies on the teacup. "Leave that to me."
Friday morning at breakfast, the four friends sat at the Gryffindor table, talking about the upcoming Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
"Should be an easy win for us," said James, as a knot of Slytherins passed their table.
The group halted and glared at them, and Evan Rosier smacked James in the back of the head. "Kiss my arse, Potty."
"Only if you get Snape to drown himself in the lake."
Snape fumbled for his wand, dropping it in the process. "You filthy bas—"
"You seem to be the filthy one, Snivellus," said Sirius, standing up to tower over the scraggly teen, his wand casually concealed beneath his sleeve. "Don't the showers work in the Slytherin bathrooms? Or are you afraid someone might see the Mighty Slytherin Serpent in all of its dinky glory?"
Everyone in earshot burst into raucous laughter. Snape's face turned Gryffindor scarlet and his chin trembled in fury. "I'll see you in Hell for that Black! And you too Potter!"
"Is there a problem?" asked Lily Evans.
Her voice sounded bored, but James could see the faintest twinkle in her eyes. Snape gave her an anguished look before he let his cronies pull him over to the Slytherin table.
"Have any plans after the match tomorrow, Evans?" James asked in his most mature tone, gallantly gesturing to the empty space beside him. "I know this great spot by the—"
"Sorry, but I've got plans." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and flounced to her seat. To James' utter irritation, her seat was directly across the aisle from Snape and she gave Snape the briefest glance before she sat down with a group of giggling girlfriends.
"I'll get her to go out with me yet," James declared, staring after her.
Remus looked doubtful. "I dunno, James, she might patch things up with Snape. Rumor has it he sent her flowers on Valentine's Day."
Before James could reply, there was a commotion at the Slytherin table.
"Get it off me! Get it off me!" shrieked Snape, leaping to his feet and clutching his face. His house mates clustered around him, and Snape started swearing in an increasingly vulgar manner. He spun around with a dainty teacup clinging to his huge nose. "Get this effing thing off me!"
Everyone erupted into laughter as much at the sight of Snape with a teacup hanging off his conk as the fact that the scrawny boy's voice jumped an octave on the word effing. The lanky teen danced around, swiping at the teacup, but it wasn't letting go. He tripped over his own robes and fell, sprawling across Lily Evans. The students from all four houses roared even louder.
She shoved Snape off her and drew her wand. "Finite!"
The teacup released its hold, fell to the floor, and shattered. The end of Snape's nose was bright red and the swelling had made it look even larger than before. James nearly fell of the bench from laughing. Peter did fall off the bench from laughing. Sirius had his head on the tabletop and was shaking with silent laughter. Remus had his face buried in his hands and looked like he was making a concerted effort not to laugh.
"Mr. Snape, what is all this commotion about?" demanded Headmaster Dumbledore, striding up the aisle.
"It's not my fault!" Snape protested. "It was Potter and Black! I know it was!"
Later that day in Charms class, James had to make an effort not to even glance in Snape's direction, because every time he did, all he could see was Snape flapping around the Great Hall with a dainty teacup on his nose.
"Now before we begin today, ladies and gentlemen, is there anything you learned about Patroni from your reading?" asked Flitwick from his pile of books.
No one answered. James hadn't felt it necessary to worry about the reading since he could already manage the incantation. What potentially important detail had he missed?
"Miss Evans?"
"It reveals a lot of a person's inner personality." Lily blushed. "It can be used to help soul mates find each other."
"Very good!" a beaming Flitwick gushed. "So all of you little love birds pay attention. If your current fancy has an owl for a Patronus and you have a mouse, it may be a good time to rethink the relationship."
There was a good deal of nervous giggling scattered about the room, and Peter shot Sirius a sarcastic grin. James elbowed Sirius and snickered. Dog and wolf… definitely compatible.
"Let's try out our spell work! Any volunteers?" Flitwick pointed at a surly-looking Ravenclaw at the back of the room. "Mr. Huffington?"
Not more than a faint silver spark was produced.
"Who else has a happy thought?" At this point, Flitwick started going around the room, and the students dutifully showed their progress or lack thereof. Finally he got to Snape.
"Ah. Mr. Snape, let's see what you can produce."
"An enormous grease spot on the floor," muttered Sirius out of the corner of his mouth.
James snickered. "Can you imagine the screams once there's a giant bat flapping around?"
But Snape shook his head, his greasy locks swinging around his shoulders.
"Well after this morning's incident I dare say you would have difficulty." Flitwick moved on. "Miss Evans?"
Lily rose gracefully to her feet, a vision of an angel in James' opinion if one ignored the black robes and lack of wings. She closed her eyes and smiled. The happiness of the thought made her whole face shine like the sun on a summer day. "Expecto Patronum!"
A delicate doe of silver mist erupted from her wand and pranced around the room before leaping over a desk and escaping through a window.
James felt his jaw drop. Hers was a doe! His was a stag! You didn't get much more compatible than that! It was nearly impossible to wait for his turn. Finally Flitwick called on him. James confidently stood up and raised his wand. This was his chance to show her how incredibly, utterly right they were for each other, and if that didn't work, there was always Amortentia.
Unfortunately his concentration was broken by the slightest sigh. He caught sight of Snape staring at Lily with a sappy sentimental look. And then the worst happened. All James could think about was Snape jumping about with that stupid little teacup hanging from his enormous nose. He shook his head trying to dislodge the image while he focused on Lily and her delicate silver doe.
"Expecto Patronum!" But the split second before he uttered the incantation, there was Snape and the teacup and James burst into laughter. Out of the end of James' wand spurted a grotesque shape. A shape that eventually formed into a giant fanged teacup.
"I knew it!" screamed Snape, his eyes bulging with fury. "I told Dumbledore you were behind it! You had the elves give me that cup! I knew it! I knew it!"
As James clutched his side positively howling at the memory, the teacup lunged for Snape. The skinny Slytherin shrieked like a little girl and sprinted from the classroom with the teacup hot on his heels.
"My goodness!" exclaimed Flitwick, as he and his stack of books toppled to the floor. "That's enough for today. Class dismissed!"
That evening as the four friends rolled with laughter in the relative privacy of their dorm, Sirius wiped his eyes and exclaimed, "It works it really works! Who'd of thought a person could really produce something like that for a Potronus?"
"YOU DID!" James, Remus, and Peter chorused.
"Bad luck about Lily though," Remus said when he gained his composure.
James shrugged. "She'll come around. It's just a matter of time really."
"Snape's madder than a Hippogriff with hemorrhoids," Sirius said. "He'll be itching to get you in trouble, but I've got a great idea for a counter-prank. You'll love this, Moony." And he drew them in closer.
A/N Alrighty, there you have it folks, James Potter's real Patronus is a Nose-biting Teacup, the embodiment of his greatest source of happiness—picking on Severus Snape and his gigantic honker. How could it be any more appropriate? Feel free to leave a little love for my plot bunnies and me on the way out.


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Just who amassed the rocking collection remains a mystery. And the IRS, which seized it for nonpayment of taxes and has set a starting bid at $15,495 for the entire lot, isn't telling.
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"They are Gene's old shoes," she wrote in an email.
Also up for auction is a piece of "No More Censorship" art work that once belonged to Jello Biafra, the lead singer of The Dead Kennedys" a button-pushing punk rock band best known for the song "Holiday in Cambodia."
Jesse Townley, who works for Biafra's production company Alternative Tentacles, suspects it's a piece by Winston Smith, who created the band's iconic logo.
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But like the other band reps contacted by NBC News, Townley could not say how it wound-up in in this collection or who the owner was.
The IRS is accepting bids on the entire collection as well as on individual items. And they'll go with whichever bid or bids will yield the most money for the government.
Bidding begins at 11 a.m. on Thursday at the Double Tree Hotel in Overland Park. Potential buyers can scope out the stuff on Wednesday, from 2 p.m. to 6 p.m., and in the two hours before bidding starts.


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Tick Tock (What She Meant By Counseling)Mature
Um....... My own mother wanted to send me to counseling, and at the time I was pretty scared and wasn't sure if she was going to do it or not, and this was kind of my own therapeutic session that I didn't even have to go to :D
Him: So Stacey, do you know why you are here?
Him: Your mom found half a pot cookie in your bag. She smelled cigarette smoke and found a few bottles of Tylenol PM in your dresser, why is that?
Me: She's a noisy bitch
He laughs
I don't get it
Him: Do you understand why your mother thinks you need counseling?
Me: Of course not
Him: Alright, that's fine.
What the fuck?
I look on his walls to see if he has a BA at all. He does.
Him: Do you see your mother's perspective at all?
Me: All I see is no cell phone, no iPod, and no lap top. No life.
Him: Why do you need all of those things to have a life?
Me: I don't. My friends do.
Him: Why do you think she cares that you lent your cell phone to a friend?
Me: She's superficial, stupid, ignorant and a bitch.
Him: So you don't think it's important?
Me: I'm sixteen.
Him: What do you think is important?
Him: Driving? Parties? Pot? Booze? Tattoos? Friends? Family? Grades? Perfection? Light? Dark?
Me: I don't know… Secrets. Secrets are important.
Him: Why?
Me: It's important to keep a promise, to stay quiet.
Him: You aren't quiet now.
Now I will be.
Him: Stacey, why did you take twelve sleeping pills?
Me: I wanted to sleep.
Him: Did you take them before or after the fight?
I know what he's getting at.
I don't answer.
Him: Okay (writes something down)
Me: (staring) Is that necessary?
Him: (looks up, amused, slightly confused, shifting in his seat) Do you think it is?
Me: Do you think you're a judge?
Him: Why? Need a lawyer?
I don't say anything.
The guilt is in my hands.
Him: Where are your friends?
Not with a shrink.
Him: They don't back you up? They're not going to go probono for you?
How old is this guy? What year does it say on his BA?
Him: So your friends don't agree with your choices?
Me: They do. They just do it better.
Him: Stacey, why did you lend your phone to your friend?
Me: She needed it.
Him: Who is she?
Me: Sally, her parents haven't let her use a computer or cell phone in a year, ever since last summer.
Him: It's January
Me: You understand the crisis.
Him: Why do they restrict her to her things?
Me: She's not a virgin anymore.
Him: Do you think that's fair?
Me: Life isn't fair.
Him: What do you think about life?
Me: It should end with the Tylenol PM.
Him: Hmmm… why is sleep so important to you?
Me: It's an escape.
Him: And what is smoking?
Me: A release.
Him: Hmmm… (for the second time) What are your friends like, Stacey?
Me: (Thinking) Ayla isn't ghetto in a ghetto neighborhood. Michaela has been my best friend since the dinosaur age. Kiersten is a popular prep who only cries and begs in front of me. Cameron and I used to date but now he's with Michaela – who always takes the rebounds. Sally is a caged animal in a cathedral. Jesse is a white black man. Tyler Richard is in love with Sierra, and Sierra is in love with him. Sierra wears rings on all of her fingers. Dragons, snakes, and dragonflies. Tyler Lockland is an alcoholic at sixteen. Topher is just a… Topher. He's a cute nerd. Chris is the charismatic and kind Christopher.
Him: And who are you?
Me: A little bit of all them.
Him: Are you all close?
Me: Of course.
Him: And you're family? Are you guys as close?
Him: How is the family after the fight?
Him: Stacey… say something.
Me: Why? So it could just go back to them?
Him: No, I don't tell your parents what you say; I just tell them how you act, in lameness terms.
Me: My father… he's the living dead. He lives up to his name… he's like Roderick Usher, only Roderick Danielson. Mom… well, she's just… mom. She doesn't listen, she only hears what she wants to hear, and that's usually nothing. Neither of them understand anything. They just want the anger to boil and the rage to build. They want things to be smashed and thrown. Their only goal is to see me die.
Him: No it isn't.
Me: They want me to stay… they want me to be their baby girl. I'm not. I can't be some Sugarland song.
Him: What about your siblings? Do you have any?
Me: I have three step siblings, two from my mother's first marriage with George. Julie became a lesbian and ran away to California to be a hippie with her wife, Alex. Now she's in Australia. Her first son, Neil, is also gay, and he has an older boyfriend, in his thirties, who has three sons. Neither George nor Roderick believe that he's man enough to help raise them.
Him: Do you think that matters?
Me: I think he cares… Neil is a good listener, a good friend, a little perverted and kinky, but a kind soul. He's… Neil.
Him: How do you think that shaped your mother?
Me: I think she became a sociopath from hiding her homophobia for so long.
Neither of us say anything.
Him: What about your third step sibling?
Me: From dad's first marriage, Tori, she's cool, and I like her, she takes me to see R rated movies. She's teaching me how to drive… she's going to help me get a tattoo and a piercing once I'm eighteen. Only a year and a half to go, I just turned sixteen a few months ago…
Him: Counting down the days, huh?
Me: What did you used to do?
Him: The same thing, only I had a little brother who pressured it. I couldn't leave him with my family, not the way they were.
Me: I have a little brother… Cody, he's… weird. Eccentric.
Him: So was mine, (chuckling) I remember all the trouble Remy used to get himself into… (chuckling again, not telling me anything)
Me: Why couldn't you leave him?
Him: My parents… weren't the best of role models. They weren't bad, they didn't burn cigarettes onto our hands, they weren't always drunk, even though one of the first things my father did when he got home was have a beer, they just… weren't living life right. They were zombies, and barely ever acknowledged us, and that hurt Remy, he would… he would do anything for attention. Just anything.
Me: You wouldn't?
Him: I was too busy fixing the messes.
Me: Why not let him learn?
Finally, he's done.
But the clock still ticks as the seconds go by.


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Four Home Runs Power Wings to Sweep Pigs
Kyle Gibson came into the game owning an 18-inning scoreless streak. As expected, Gibson continued that streak by retiring the side in each of the first two innings of the game, keeping the IronPigs at bay.
After extending his streak to 20 scoreless innings, Gibson found himself in a third-inning jam. After allowing a lead-off single to Pete Orr, Gibson then issued a walk to Steven Lerud to give Lehigh Valley a scoring opportunity. A two-run home run from Leandro Castro keyed a three-run inning for the IronPigs, as they took a 3-0 lead into the bottom of the third.
After Gibson allowed three runs, his catcher, Eric Fryer, proved that he had his pitcher's back as he started the inning with a lead=off triple. Oswaldo Arcia then smacked a two-out, RBI double to left-center, scoring Fryer from third and giving the Red Wings their first run of the game.
The fourth inning would then prove to be one of the most successful innings of the season for the Red Wings.
With his team trailing 3-1, Gibson recorded three consecutive strikeouts in the top of the fourth to rebound from a three-run third inning. In the bottom of the inning, the Red Wings' offense matched Gibson's performance and began to pour on runs. Dan Rohlfing led off the fourth with a single, his fourth hit in as many at bats since being called up from Double-A New Britain. Doug Bernier was then hit by a pitch and Eric Farris earned a walk to load the bases for the Red Wings. With the bases chucked and no outs, Fryer then earned a walk as well, scoring Rohlfing from third base, cutting the deficit to 3-2. Ray Olmedo then hit a sacrifice fly to center field to score Bernier from third, tying the game at three. Starter Tom Cochran was then relieved by Bobby Bramhall, but the Red Wings didn't give him a warm welcoming. With just one out and two runners on, Clete Thomas clobbered a three-run home run, his ninth of the season, giving the Red Wings a 6-3 lead. Arcia then matched Thomas' effort by launching a home run to right field, giving the Red Wings back-to-back home runs and a 7-3 lead through four innings.
In the top of the sixth inning, the IronPigs recorded back-to-back hits off of Gibson to start a rally. Gibson fought back by recording two quick outs, but a single from Steve Susdorf scored a run for the IronPigs, making the score 7-4 Rochester. Orr then recorded his second single of the game, scoring one more run to make it 7-5, but the rally was cut short as Farris, playing in left field, threw out Susdorf at third base on the play.
After the Wings went scoreless in the bottom of the sixth, Gibson then allowed the first two batters in the seventh inning to reach base and was relieved by left-hander Aaron Thompson. Thompson worked himself out of the jam by allowing just one run via a Castro ground out that scored Lerud from third.
Clinging to a 7-6 lead in the bottom of the seventh inning, the Red Wings began to tack on insurance runs. Arcia led off with a single down the right field line, and shortly after, Jeff Clement helped the Wings' cause by hitting a two-run home run to right field, giving Rochester a 9-6 lead. Phillipe Aumont then came on to relieve Bramhall, but he too wasn't greeted kindly by the Wings. Aumont issued walks to four of the first five batters he faced, meaning that he walked in a run to push the Wings' lead to 10-6 before the inning ended.
Anthony Slama came on to relieve Thompson in the top of the eighth inning and, following the trend of other relievers in the game, struggled to find his groove. Slama allowed three hits and hit one batter before being relieved by Michael Tonkin, who was making his Triple-A debut. With one out in the inning, Tonkin allowed an RBI single to Troy Hanzawa, which cut the deficit to 10-9, and was taken out of the game after throwing just two pitches. Tyler Robertson came on in relief and immediately recorded the second out of the inning. With two outs and the bases loaded, Robertson forced a ground ball to third base, but Deibinson Romero overthrew Clement at first, allowing the game-tying run to score. Robertson then took matters into his own hands by striking out Cody Asche to end the inning.
With the score knotted at 10 in the bottom of the eighth, Arcia recorded his fourth hit of the day with a lead-off single. Romero quickly made up for his error at third base, ripping a two-run home run to left field to give the Wings' a 12-10 lead. Two batters later, Rohlfing recorded his third hit of the game, a single, to keep the ball rolling. Farris then hit an RBI triple to right-center field, scoring Rohlfing and giving the Wings a 13-10 lead going into the ninth.
The top of the ninth inning brought yet another pitching change for the Red Wings, as right-hander Shairon Martis took the mound. Martis allowed just one single in the inning before striking out the final batter of the game, picking up his second save of the season and finalizing a chaotic 13-10 win for the Wings.
Arcia went 4-for-5 and was a triple short of a cycle. Rohlfing went 3-for-4 and is now 4-for-5 in two games since his promotion from Double-A. Fryer had two hits, two walks, scored two runs and drove in a run.
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Student protesters have clashed with police and tried to force their way into a Melbourne University building during a visit by Prime Minister Tony Abbott.
More than 200 angry students stormed the newly opened Peter Doherty Institute for Infection and Immunity, but were pushed back by dozens of police officers.
The vocal group went from entrance to entrance, pushing into and being pushed back by police, before staging a brief sit in on Elizabeth Street.
Several protesters tried to force open a door, battling with security guards who pushed them back from inside the building.
The group returned to the main entrance, shouting "we deserve a future too".
Organisers said they wanted to target Mr Abbott because of planned changes to higher education.
Protesters continued circling the building and tried again to force their way into the building just after Mr Abbott arrived through a back entrance.
But a line of police officers pushed them back as the crowd surged and screamed.
Two cars left the building a short time later and were rushed by a group of protesters, who pushed away by security.
A 28-year-old student, Nick, was tackled, fell to the ground and was nearly hit by one of the cars.
Paramedics were called to assess his injuries.
"I'm just one person who got tackled by security for standing on a road," he said shortly before the ambulance arrived. "I didn't ask for security to attack me."
Elle Cosgriff, 27, helped the man to his feet after she, too, was tackled.
She said she was furious at the police response to the protest. She wanted to speak out on cuts to education as well as policies affecting refuges and the LGBTI community, she said.
"Just sitting at the uni saying we hate Abbott isn't going to do anything," she said.
"There is no other way around this. This is a peaceful protest but we want to be heard. We're angry."
Most of the protesters dispersed after the two cars left but Mr Abbott was still inside delivering a speech.
The remaining students were eventually pushed out of the way when Mr Abbott left in a car, but one protester managed to catch up to the vehicle and scream "shame!" just as the car sped away.
Police said there were no arrests at the protest.
Coordinator Jade Eckhaus said they wanted to send a clear message that those in support of attacks on higher education are not welcome on university campuses.
In this year's budget the government announced the most dramatic changes to higher education since the introduction of HECS 25 years ago.
It is proposing a full deregulation of fees – meaning universities could charge as much as they wanted for a degree, slashing course funding by an average 20 per cent, and pegging student debts to the more onerous 10-year government bond rate rather than inflation.


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By NB Staff | October 26, 2007 | 10:02 AM EDT
For general debate and discussion. Possible talking points on a Friday:
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It's School Time!
School has always been fun. And now that my schooling days are over, I thought I'll reminisce the past. :P
I carve a smile along my way,
Wondering what will happen today,
Merrily kicking off this wonderful day,
Its school time yippee hooray!
Greeting teachers as we meet,
Ready to start their wonderful preach,
So that one day we will stand on both feet,
Success in life will always be in reach.
Playing with close friends very happily,
Cherishing our wonderful time in school,
Spending time in school merrily,
School is a burden, what a fool!
Seeking guidance when ever in need,
There is no need to be afraid,
Always remember our teacher's good deed,
And do well in life that has been laid.
School is fun that is my say,
Enjoy school as much every day,
Gaining knowledge along the way,
Play truant and you will pay.


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During the winter, you can find me skiing or snowboarding whenever I have a free weekend. In the summer, I love waterskiing, wake boarding, golfing, and rock climbing.
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I went to school at Creighton University in Omaha, Nebraska. Nine days after graduation I went to Paris, France for three months to continue studying French at l'Université Paris-Sorbonne (lV).
Currently, I'm living in Denver and am enjoying the mountains and all the possibilities that a big city provides. Although I loved my time I spent at Creighton, it's nice being back home.
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We've got a hefty number of freelancers in our space who have joined the Grind community, desperate for human interaction. Because of that, it's easy for us to get down with Michael Tunney's advice for how to avoid isolation and seasonal depression. Read on to see if you agree as well.
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To help pick up the pace of change, the 2017 LTSS State Scorecard includes a series of promising practices to help states understand various strategies, practices and tools they can adopt to improve the lives and well-being for older adults, people with physical disabilities and their family caregivers. The third edition of the Scorecard report will be officially released in June. You can read the first set of promising practices now.
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The closing weekend up DIFF flew by faster than the whole week before it. Both Madinat Jumeirah and Mall of the Emirates were packed all day on Friday and Saturday with people trying to see the last film screenings of the festival. Although I had a number of films I wanted to see on Friday, many of them were on stand-by. I even tried to make it in the stand-by line to see The Lunchbox, which was my number one recommended foreign film of ...
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- Team USA (http://www.tennisforum.com/204-team-usa/)
- - Alexis King Cheering Thread (http://www.tennisforum.com/204-team-usa/341353-alexis-king-cheering-thread.html)
Alexis King Cheering Thread
The new kid on the block who wiped her way through to the Charlottesville 50k Final and won! She is now inside the top 400, good luck Alexis! :worship:
Alexis Gordon
I am pretty sure she is left handed too :kiss:
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Longshot Gordon takes Tinsley over Puchkova for first-ever title
By WHITEY REID
Published: May 5, 2008
Ever since Alexis Gordon turned pro in January, she and her coach/boyfriend Michael King have had one goal in mind.
They want to fill what they say is a "gap" in American's women's tennis.
On Sunday afternoon at the Boar's Head Sports Club, Gordon took a huge first step. The former University of Florida standout, who came into the tournament unseeded and ranked 637th in the world, won her first-ever pro event, defeating Olga Puchkova, 6-3, 6-3 in the finals of the Boyd Tinsley USTA Women's Pro Tennis Championships.
"It's like a dream," said Gordon, who only turned pro in January and was playing in just her eighth tournament. "I woke up this morning and said, 'Wow, I'm in the finals.' Even now, I'm still stunned. It hasn't hit me that I won yet."
Puchkova had a far different feeling when she woke up on Sunday morning.
"I knew right away that something was [off]. I was too tired from the [semifinal] match because we played so long," said Puchkova, referring to her hard-fought three-set win over Bethanie Mattek on Saturday. "Alexis started off really fast and strong. I was sleepy today, but she's a great player."
With the victory over the second-seeded, 124th ranked Puchkova, Gordon moved all the way up to 375th in the world. In addition, she earned an automatic entry into the main draw of next week's tour stop.
Currently in American tennis, Venus Williams is No. 8 in the world, while Lindsay Davenport is No. 25. Gordon and King's goal: to land somewhere between them, "filling the gap."
"We just put that out there," said King, smiling, "and we're trying to move toward it."
But why stop there?
During the post match award presentation, USTA tournament supervisor Missy Malool told the large crowd at the Boar's Head that she fully expects to see Gordon become a Top-5 player.
Malool believes Gordon is just as talented as some of the past big names who have rolled through Charlottesville to play in the event — namely Anna Kournikova and Jelana Jankovic.
"That makes me feel good," Gordon said, "but I'm just trying to take everything in stride and step by step."
Against Puchkova, Gordon's biggest strength was her consistency. She kept the ball in play on numerous points, forcing Puchkova into mistakes.
The turning point of the match came with Puchkova serving at 3-4 in the first set. Puchkova, who was playing with a heavy heart — her father is in the hospital — had several chances to win the game.
Unfortunately, her serve betrayed her.
The 20-year-old Russian double-faulted four times. Gordon won the game, then held serve and took the first set.
Puchkova showed some fight in the second set. Trailing 3-1, she pulled to 3-3 after breaking Gordon's serve. However, Gordon took over from there.
"My serve was off on a lot of the big points," Puchkova said. "I didn't finish games that I should have finished. That was it pretty much."
Gordon's strategy was to play consistent and keep the ball out of Puchkova's "strike zone."
"She has a huge forehand and huge backhand," Gordon said. "She likes to slam the ball. Just keeping it on the court and out of the middle were the keys.
"I was just trying to stay focused. I was just trying to move the ball around, keep everything in perspective and not let the lead slip away."
Gordon never seemed to tire during the match and was extremely efficient in her movements — she didn't waste a lot of energy. The 25-year-old, who took over a year off while in college following the birth of her daughter, credits King for that.
King, a former hurdler at Florida, devised a system of workouts for Gordon that are starting to pay big dividends.
"Coming into it, I knew I had an athlete slash tennis player," King said. "When I recognized that, I said, 'Well I can teach her a lot of stuff that I learned.
"She ate it up. She loved it and wanted to start waking up at 7 [a.m.] every morning to work out at the track."
Gordon says she may try to qualify for Wimbledon and the U.S. Open this summer. She says she is definitely targeting the Australian Open in January as a place to make a big move.
It certainly sounds like she's well on her way to filling that gap.
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I wonder what's happened to her? She hasn't played since S'Hertogenbosch. :sad:
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Maybe she is injured or has to care for her daughter??
Also that trip to the Netherlands is ALOT of money?
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does anyone have any news???????
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Supposedly she is married and has had another child.
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We need to change this thread to Alexis King. Apparently she got married and had another child and she is coming back!
She is in qualifying at the 10k in Atlanta, which most likely I will attend :D
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Great news! I wish her the best in her marriage and back on the courts :D:bounce:
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I am going to see her comeback match in ATL tomorrow as...ALEXIS KING,,
:) :) :)
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Have fun!
Take pics please!
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Great News!!
GL Alexis :)
We have another KING :bounce:
Have Fun :rocker2:
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I know I'm a little late, but she got destroyed in QR128 and only won 4 games:tape:
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Pluskota is VERY talented and is a fantastic college player and top 20 in her class on tennisrecruit. Both had similar gamestyles and the match was after a 4 hour match and Alexis seemed agitated. Again, Alexis had a baby (in January...she said she wanted to hit the next day..) she is back full time and hopes to get into some large events..troy was one she said
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Lost QR1 25K Rock Hill to Rizzolo 7-6 2-6 6-7 :sad:
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Its a shame she lost today, but it's still really good to see her back in action. Hopefully she'll starting playing full time again in 2010 :bounce:
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Dan tried to subtlety get Eve's attention as everyone enjoyed their separate conversations.
Eve looked down at her food and with frustration mumbled, "can you stop?"
He pouted as he text her. She felt her phone vibrate and she ignored it.
Dan mumbled back, "fine, we will talk when we get back to John's place."
Eve looked up and intensely stared at Denise. Denise laughed at Titus' joke and looked over to Eve. Denise read her facial expression as the table laughed again to Abraham's follow up joke.
Denise whispered to John, "baby, I'm going to the powder room with the girls."
John removed the seat as Denise got up. Eve, Maryse and Drexel excuse themselves as well.
Eve expressed herself in the bathroom to the girls. She wiped her tearful eyes and stared into the mirror. The girls chimed in, as they support Eve and her frustrations. Maryse briefly expressed her delight with Abraham. Shortly of five minutes in the bathroom, Dan knocked on the women's bathroom.
"I need to talk to Eve before we get back to the dinner table. I'll be out here when you girls are finish."
Eve's anxietly level shot through the roof as Dan's voice echo against the stalls. Denise and Drexel tried to calm her down as Maryse excused herself back to the table.
Abraham smiled as Maryse sat down, "John, can you do me a favor, and get Dan to come back to the table."
John stood up, "yeah? Is he causing trouble?"
Maryse giggled, "he was pacing outside the women's bathroom, just now."
Titus chuckled, "that's some weird shit. But he's been zoned out all evening."
John chuckled, "I'll go get him." He stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
Eve looked down at her phone and glanced over Dan's text messages.
Eve bit her lip with nervousness, "this is hard..."
Drexel and Denise held her hand, "we will never leave you. Our sorority's first principle is..."
They said together, "sisterhood!"
Drexel snickered, "you aren't alone! This is going to be hard, but you are a powerful woman. We support any decision you are going to make."
Denise rubbed her hand, "we love you, Eve. We will be right next to you always. We are the devastating divassssss of DST!!!"
Eve tightly hugged them and heard a knock at the door.
Denise opened the door, and John smiled.
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"Muaahhhh," Varun kissed Vivek. Varun was Aunt's younger son, ten years old. He couldn't get any dumber. He thought that he knew everything; he often tried to make a fool out of his own mother in front of all the students. His best friends were Beas and Mae, two dumb but much more intelligent kids than Varun. He was short, dark with crew cut hair.
Vivek was Varun's older brother, and the older jerk. He used to flirt with the college girls who used to attend Aunt's and the girls used to flirt with him. It was a give and take deal. He was tall, dark and handsome. He had side burns which he though was cool. He was a football freak and would watch English Premier League matches till late at night. He was also a music enthusiast, he loved rock music. All the students admired him, except for Rikki and Nathaniel. He was the apple of Aunt's eyes and he accompanied her to all the public places.
"Varun, let go of your brother," Aunt said "you have to study French now."
"Yeah, go Varun and make me some French toast," Nathaniel said teasingly.
"Mooooooommm!" Varun wailed like a sissy.
"Did you meet Neela the day before yesterday?" Aunt asked Rikki, flipping through a book, not looking up.
Rikki immediately tried to cover up. "No, no, Aunt. We decided to give and go home. We didn't meet her."
"That's strange," said Aunt, looking up "Neela said she met the two of you."
Rikki and Nathaniel exchanged a glance.
"Ummm, we did seem to notice her at the florist," Nathaniel said, trying to put is as casually as possible. He looked at Rikki who was hysterically gesturing a skull and a cross to him.
"At the florist!" Aunt exclaimed, dropping her book onto the floor.
Nathaniel swallowed. "Yes, um, she was buying flowers for err…her date."
This time Aunt nearly fell off her chair. "Neela! Neela…is dating?" she said, spluttering. All the students burst out laughing.
"And may I ask you, what were YOU doing there?" Aunt asked.
Nathaniel glanced at Rikki who was now gesturing the cross and skull and jumping at the same time.
"I was err…buying flowers…for my date."
This time the students doubled up laughing.
Rikki slapped his hand on his forehead. Aunt looked at Nathaniel with anger. Everyone knew she had forbidden each student from dating so that they could concentrate on better things and their minds could develop further for a more mature relationship. No one listened to her.
Everyone fell silent as Aunt once again started explaining everything about dating from head to toe. It was a good time-killer and no one had to study.
"Let's check for work at Neela's office," Nathaniel suggested.
"Yeah, let's do it."
Neela wasn't walking around or sulking in the office like she really does. Instead, she was seated in her 'high chair' and was lost deep in thoughts, troublesome thoughts.
"Hi," Rikki said waving a hand in front of her. The boys sat down, not saying anything. They didn't want to disturb Neela while she was lost in thoughts. It took her five long minutes before she realized the presence of the two condemnable teenagers.
"Hoo!" she shouted, jumping in her chair and adjusting her glasses.
"What were you thinking?" Nathaniel asked.
"Oh…um…I was just wondering which brand of underwear to buy next."
"What?" Rikki exclaimed. "You are lying!"
Neela sighed. "You guys know it, right?"
The boys nodded vigorously.
"A startling case was reported today. It's horrible; I don't know what to say. And, on top of that, nearly all the detective agencies of the city are on it. It looks like we're in some hot competition.
"The mystery as it goes…is about a bunch of cops who are missing."
"This is real tough. Plus I think it's going to get a lot of media coverage too. But how did the cops disappear? And where are they? We have to find out."
Neela sat up suddenly, glaring at the boys. "I know it'll get a lot of coverage. Now the two of you, I want you to stay out of this. I thought it was my duty to tell you about this case as you are my assistants. But there is no solving this mystery."
"You mean, we are not taking part in this mystery?"
"Wrong. The two of you are not taking part in this mystery. I am. Not get out, both of you, go home and study. I have a lot of thinking to do."
"Psst…take a look," Shanty whispered to Sidney. Everybody looked up from their books to stare at the two. It seems that he was pointing to the bed sheet rather than what people suspected him to be doing.
There was Mickey Mouse on the bed sheet. Aunt looked at it and said "This I from Varun's childhood. He used to wet it a lot."
Shanty and Sidney got up and ran out. Aunt's phone started ringing at the exact moment.
"Hello, who is this? Nathaniel's dad? Sure, I'll give the phone to him."
Aunt handed the phone to Nathaniel.
"Yes dad!" Nathaniel said.
Nathaniel's expression turned stonier as the seconds passed by.
"Yes dad, umm," Nathaniel said, and suddenly started noting something down furiously in his notebook, "5, Park Avenue, underground. Storage racks? Okay. Yeah, I'll inform Rikki about that. Bye."
"What's up?" Aunt asked.
"It was…err...my dad," Nathaniel said, sweating a bit now, "he has called me, along with Rikki."
"Why?" Aunt asked, curious, "you have to finish that work I gave you, right?"
"Yes, we'll do it later. My cat is vomiting."
"Your cat? Can't your cat wait?"
"No…I am so attached to it. And I need Rikki's support too."
"So what was the address you noted down?"
"That is where it did that."
"Okay…but I've got my eyes on you!"
Nathaniel ran out to the parking lot.
"What's the hurry? It's Neela isn't it?" Rikki asked.
"Yes, she said not to tell Aunt anything about it. Dude, she's in trouble!"
"What's wrong?" Rikki asked as they pedaled furiously on the road.
"I don't know. She didn't disclose anything. I don't know what she is getting us into."
The rest of the way passed in grim silence. As they approached Park Avenue, they decided to hide their bicycles some distance away and cover the distance on foot. They didn't want to enter a suspected criminal hideout with a bang.
The two tiptoed towards 5, Park Avenue. It turned out to be a big two-storey house. Sure enough, a downward path lead to a secluded underground location.
It looked like a big garage, maybe containing ten cars or more. And though the house looked well maintained, the garage doors were covered inn thick rust.
Rikki knelt down to take a look inside through the crack between the ground and the garage door.
"I can't see a thing. But I think I do hear voices."
The two stared at each other for a long time.
"What kind of voices?" Nathaniel asked.
"I don't know. Human voices."
"There must be another way inside this place," Nathaniel suggested.
"But do you think it would be safe?"
"C'mon anyways."
The two slowly crept inside the lawn; the gates were left wide open. They crept to the back of the house.
"Look there," Rikki said excitedly, pointing towards a rusted door "there is a back door too!"
"Yeah dude; and it's open too!" Nathaniel said with doom in his voice.
The two quickly jumped into a bush.
"Now I hear voices too," Nathaniel said.
Rikki nodded. "It sounds like someone is getting a thrashing!"
"Lets' go, I want to check on this?" Nathaniel said, getting up slowly.
"Are you nuts? Shouldn't we call the police?"
"Maybe later, now we can't really tell what's going on inside and you should never leave your job incomplete. I think Neela is in there."
Rikki sighed, deciding to accompany Nathaniel.
They crept up slowly towards the door, their ears wide open to any kind of sounds.
Neela cry came jolting from the garage. She seemed like in pain.
The two exchanged a worried glance but didn't turn back.
Rikki decided to take a look inside. He bent towards the door, peeking in reluctantly.
"What is it?" Nathaniel asked in a whisper.
"You won't believe this dude," Rikki said, his voice barely audible.
Nathaniel swallowed hard and looked inside. His knees started to feel rubbery at the sight.
Neela was beating the living daylights out of three full grown, muscular men, her face screwed in hysteria.
"Err…Neela do you need help?"
Neela stopped strangling one of the incapacitated men to stare at the boys "What are you two doing here?"
"You called us here," Nathaniel reasoned.
"Idiots! I was about to escape but now you spoilt everything," Neela screamed, not bothering to maintain silence in the hideout. She ran towards them, her sari slightly lifted up by her hand, which made it easier for her to run.
"Let's hide," she said, glaring at the two boys.
"But shouldn't we run? What's the point of waiting for more gangsters to arrive?"
"No, we will wait. There is something, I'll tell you two about it later, but for now we hide behind that car," Neela said, pointing towards a black BMW. The car was the only car left in the hideout, parked in the corner.
"Cool," Rikki said, nodding his head in approval "we can escape in this car!"
The three quickly jumped behind the car. The three goons who Neela had beaten up started stirring.
"What was that about?" the first one, a tall guy with long hair asked.
"We got beaten up by a woman…No a man…No, I mean I don't who it was," the second one, a short, fat guy said, sounding dazed. Neela had picked him up and slammed him onto the floor.
Neela squirmed with anger upon being referred to as an 'it'.
"I don't know what kind of creature that was!" the first one echoed.
"Did you look at those eyes?" the second on asked in horror. The third one sat quiet, rubbing his chest.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" the first one suggested.
"But how?" the third one spoke for the first time in a gruff voice. "I don't think I can walk straight!"
"We have the car," the third one said, gesturing towards the black BMW.
Rikki, Nathaniel and Neela froze, not daring to budge an inch.
"If I beat them up again, I will be arrested myself," Neela whispered fearfully.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" the first one declared, brandishing out a key.
The three held their breaths as the goons limped towards the car. The first one was about to insert the key but at that moment, three huge, black vans burst into the hideout.
The goons looked at the vans and groaned; it obviously spelled trouble for them.
The vans screeched to a halt in a dramatic style and several men jumped out. One of them looked like their leader.
On contrary to opinions that goons look huge and rough, the man looked like he was on a diet, there wasn't much muscle to him but he looked handsome. He was sharply dressed with light colored shades resting on his keen eyes.
He glared at the men around him, inspecting each of them; his eyes seemingly criticized each and everything that came into his sight.
"What's going on?" he asked in a sharp but controlled voice.
The three criminals scented the danger in his voice, they huddled together. "We had some intruders here sir. But we…um…managed to fight them off."
"Who were they?" The leader asked.
"There were four men."
"Four!" the leader exclaimed, enraged.
"He is lying sir, it was just one."
"But he was muscular and powerful and-"
"Let me get this straight," the leader said, interrupting, "you three were beaten up by a man and you let him escape."
The leader held up his hand. Everyone fell silent. "I don't want to see you again," he told the three.
The failed criminals were then dragged into a van and driven off.
"Will they be killed?" one of the men asked in a worried voice.
"No, they will be blindfolded and dropped home," the leader said.
"You remember the time chief, you had sent VD to drop some men off?" a man asked, laughing out loud.
"You watch your mouth!" a man, presumably 'VD' growled.
A small fight ensued which distracted everyone. This gave our three heroes some time to discuss strategy and make plans.
"I know this man!" Neela said through her teeth. "This is The Goon, the famous international criminal. Or should I say infamous? Well, it doesn't matter. Anyways, now I know who is behind the mystery of the missing cops. We should be able to reach a conclusion soon. Our only problem is escape."
"Yes, how do we do it?" Rikki asked.
"Let's see…we'll think about it later," Neela said, dismissing the discussion. She seemed to be enjoying the scandal.
The Goon raised his hand again and everyone fell silent.
"I see three set of feet down there," he said pointing towards exposed floor below the car. "Let's see who this is. This should be fun!"
Our three heroes trembled as men swarmed around the car. The Goon came in walking through the sea of criminals.
The Goon's smile immediately turned sour when his eyes fell on Neela.
"You again? I though I got rid of you! You keep coming back; I'll get rid of you once and for all. And you have managed to involve two young guys too!"
"Goon!" Neela hissed with venom in her voice. "You'll never get me Goon. Not in this lifetime!"
"Maybe not in this one, maybe the next lifetime, but I'll never leave you alone until I am avenged!"
"Go ahead!" Neela declared, her head held high. "I'll never give in to you!"
The Goon laughed. "You think I'll use violence, don't you? You are wrong! I'm going to test some…drugs on you. Hope they make you feel good."
"No!" Neela said, clapping her face to her mouth. Nathaniel was too afraid to say anything.
"I would like to try some drugs!" Rikki said.
Every eye on the room stared at him. The Goon burst out laughing.
"Poor fool! He doesn't know what he is getting into! VD, bring the syringes."
Two strong hands grabbed Rikki and soon VD was beside him. VD rolled Rikki's sleeves up, preparing his hand for the injection. At first it was quite painful but it soon dissolved into a strange numbness.
"What was it?" The Goon asked, interested.
"Truth serum," VD said, taking pride.
"This should be interesting, so Rikki, what is your aim in life?"
People turned to stare at The Goon for asking a very boring question and presumably wasting the truth serum.
"I intend on taking sexually enhancing drugs and sleep with your girlfriend, Goon," Rikki said with no humor in his voice.
The Goon fell silent, taken aback. Neela and Nathaniel looked on helplessly.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY? WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURSELF?" Goon bellowed.
"I think me, being a superior being than you physically and mentally can make you bankrupt and kick your ass in a single day!" Rikki said earnestly.
Blood rushed to The Goon's face, he started trembling with anger.
"That's right Goon. We all will get out of here because…I just called up the cops," Neela said, waving her cell phone in front of The Goon's face teasingly.
The Goon looked on in horror. "I thought the cops were missing."
"That's right, the cops WERE missing. Not now!"
"Hands up, all of you, come out on foot!" a familiar voice echoed into the hideout.
"Chief Baboon!" Nathaniel exclaimed.
"Who is he?" Rikki asked.
"He is a legendary policeman, one of the best. He keeps detectives at bay because his mind is very sharp and he solves every mystery in a very short period of time…alone…"
Our three heroes walked confidently outside the hideout.
"I respected Baboon," Neela said, "until two days ago. You know where the policemen were? Holidaying in the Alps! Outrageous! The Goon, being the ultimate opportunist, planned smuggling of drugs. He blackmailed a lonely widow to get her basement…or whatever you can call it…cleaned up and ready for banned drugs. He kept three men as his watchdogs whom I…beat up. His plan is foiled now."
"Not so soon!" The Goon's voice wafted from somewhere above. He was standing on a ledge, dangerously hanging from there.
"You can never fool me…because…I am The Goon!" he shouted, drawing out a black mask. He put it on and jumped down, evading the policemen diving at him and disappeared along the road.
"He is also The Drama Queen," Nathaniel said.
"Another mystery solved…" Neela said as the three walked home as the darkness settled in.
"And I give you the entire credit foe this," Rikki said.
"One thing is certain, you are not lying," Neela said, smiling. "And because of that, you are not getting your fees for this time. And stop staring at me like that you two and start preparing for the next dilemma."


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Ivory yawned and nearly dozed off, something she hadn't done on the job in years.
The spell was exhausting her but even the possibility of sleep could be disastrous to the village and detrimental to the fragility of the winter she had cast.
There was only one choice, it seemed.
The Lady gathered a satchel of supplies and pulled on her heavy fur cloak and boots, whistling for her dogs to join her. She gripped her pendant to maintain her concentration, the sharp edges starting to cut into her hands.
Her foot kicked one of the massive doors of the castle open and Ivory backed away momentarily, startled, before stepping out into the blindingly snowy world she had created. The bitingly cold air helped her focus enough to attach her dogs to the sled she kept covered by the stables, picking up the reins and pulling her hood on to keep the snow out of her eyes.
She breathed sharply, shook herself fully awake and mentally prepared herself to face the outside world, beyond the relatively empty castle grounds. Ivory had to find Spring, before something went terribly wrong. It had become clear no one else was capable of doing it.
Ivory was about to crack the reins downward when she heard footsteps crunching rapidly towards her and paused, only to see Lord Autumn looking at her with shock on his face.
"Lady Winter, what are you-"
She noted with bitterness that the Lady Spring was not with him.
"Please my Lord, I absolutely must find..." she trailed off, overcome with a wave of horror at the sight of the world around them. "must....find..."
The madly whipping winds and blackening clouds sobered her annoyance. Ivory calmed the storm and stepped off the sled, running a hand over her face.
If the Lord Autumn's appearance was enough to launch the world into a raging cold Ivory was of no use outside the castle. It had been much too long since she had been outside and it was much too difficult to roam the world that was resting in her hands.
The Lady Winter strode past the battered-looking Autumn and retreated to her chambers once more.


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Forest 0-0 Barnsley
Nottingham Forest played out an enthralling 0-0 draw against Barnsley at The City Ground this afternoon.
The Reds dominated the game from start to finish but couldn't find a winner.
Billy Davies made one change to the side that lost at Middlesbrough in midweek. Lewis McGugan returned to the bench and was replaced by Radi Majewski.
A bright Forest start complemented the glorious sunshine which bathed the banks of the Trent on another important afternoon. Simon Cox had a penalty appeal waved away in the opening seconds, before he saw his shot deflect across Luke Steele's goal and just wide on four minutes.
The visitors created an opening of their own three minutes later. Jason Scotland raced into the area in pursuit of a flick on, only to be denied a clear shot at goal by the toe of an outstretched Greg Halford.
Forest were forced in to a change on 22 minutes. Hutchinson, who picked up an innocuous-looking knock while earlier challenging for the ball, was replaced by Collins. He went in to the middle and Halford switched to right back.
The Reds had the woodwork rattling five minutes later. Andrai Jones' wayward backpass went out for a corner, and Henri Lansbury's header from Majewski's in-swinger hit the top of the bar on its way out.
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No changes were made at the break and it was Barnsley who claimed the first shot of the half - Chris O'Grady's effort from distance flew over.
Sharp then saw his shot deflect out for a corner at the other end. Reid's initial cross was cleared for another corner, and his second delivery went over Steele and Cranie had to turn it over his own crossbar as Ward lurked menacingly at the back post.
Forest then twice went agonisingly close in quick succession. Lansbury's perfectly-timed dart into the area saw him get on the end of a superb Reid cross. The midfielder's diving effort was saved at the second attempt by Steele.
The 'keeper had his post to thank shortly afterwards. Darlow's long punt forward after a Tykes corner wasn't dealt with by Perkins. Cox held it up and laid it off for Reid. The Irishman jinked his way into space on the edge of the area before firing an effort onto the woodwork.
Forest were racking up the chances in the early exchanges and Reid was pivotal again on 63 minutes. His excellent cross was headed straight at Steele by Sharp.
The visitors then reminded everyone of their threat. Forest found themselves defending in a 2v2 situation and Ward had to stand up well to stop Chris Dagnall - on for Scotland - as he ran into the area.
Lansbury then made way for McGugan before Barnsley were forced to thank the woodwork yet again. Ward's knock down after Guedioura's long ball was perfect for Sharp, who shaped a beautiful volley towards goal with his instep. It rattled the same post which had earlier denied Reid.
The striker was involved again minutes later. He worked hard to keep possession in a crowded penalty area - running almost full-circle before seeing his shot deflect into Steele's arms.
Forest were firmly in the ascendancy - Collins was next to have a go. He headed McGugan's corner over the bar.
Dexter Blackstock was introduced on 83 minutes - he replaced Majewski.
As dominant as The Reds had been in the second half, they had to wait until the 87th minute to next go close. Halford's powerful long throw bobbled off a defender and just wide of the post.
The fourth official indicated four added minutes - the third of which saw Sharp hit the top of Steele's bar after meeting Reid's looping cross with his head.
With seconds to play, Cohen was forced to bring down O'Grady as the attacker cut in from the right. The full back went in to the book and Tom Kennedy's free-kick deflected off the wall and out for a corner - the final action of a frantic afternoon.
Darlow, Cohen (c), Ward, Halford, Hutchinson (Collins 22'), Guedioura, Lansbury (McGugan 66'), Majewski (Blackstock 83'), Reid, Cox, Sharp
Subs not used: Al-Rashidi, Moussi, Greening, Tudgay
Booking: Cohen 90'
Steele (c), Kennedy, Crainie, Wiseman, Jones, Perkins, Mellis, O'Brien (Harewood 77'), Noble-Lazurus (Cywka 67'), Scotland (Dagnall 56'), O'Grady
Subs not used: Alnwick, Edwards, Knight, Rose
Bookings: Craney 42', Jones 55'
Referee: Andy Haines
Attendance: 22,230 (Away: 1,190)
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