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In the article below we described the convicted murderer Ian Huntley as 'the caretaker at Soham Community College, the school Holly and Jessica attended'. His victims, Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman, were not pupils at the college; they attended St Andrew's Primary School, Soham. Apologies.
Detective Chief Superintendent Chris Stevenson was at home watching the local BBC news on television early on Monday, 5 August. He was in the habit of turning on the TV at breakfast time. Just to check that nothing significant had happened overnight.
With 30 years' experience in the force, he was only two years away from retirement. A couple more cases, probably serious but nothing earth-shattering, would see him to his pension with an unblemished police record.
At 6.30am the Look East television bulletin ran a 20-second report. 'Two 10-year-old girls have gone missing from their homes in Cambridgeshire,' it said. 'Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman were last seen at 6.30 yesterday evening around Soham. Both girls are 4ft 6in tall and were wearing Manchester United shirts.
'Anyone who may have seen them is asked to contact Ely police.'
The story was too minor for national breakfast television. But Stevenson knew that something could be about to break. Girls of that age do not simply go missing. What had happened? 'It just hit me,' he told The Observer. 'This could be big. There was just something not right.'
And so began a nightmare. Holly and Jessica were two versions of the perfect middle England everychild, one tomboyish, smart and dark-haired, the other quieter and fair. On a summer evening, walking through their own quiet town in the middle of the countryside, the two disappeared.
We know what happened now, to an extent. Ian Huntley, the school caretaker, killed them. No one, apart from him, knows quite how. And no one, apart from him, knows quite why. But he killed them and his then girlfriend, Maxine Carr, provided the alibi that threw the police off the scent.
In a videotaped interview with police just before he was arrested, Huntley is seen with his head in his hands, completely stationary, for 40 seconds. Suddenly, what has happened, what he has done, appears to almost overwhelm him. He attempts to collect himself and says, quietly, almost to himself: 'To think that I might be the last friendly face that these two girls had to speak to before something happened to them.'
Huntley was indeed the last face they saw. Friendship was not the emotion.
For the first 13 years of his life Ian Huntley didn't have a care in the world. He had a loving mother, a proud father who shared his passion for aeroplanes and a younger brother whom he adored. One family picture says it all: Ian, laughing loudly, is nestled up on an armchair alongside his mother, Lynda.
His father, Kevin, is on the floor, resting his head between Ian's knees. He too is smiling and has turned his spectacles upside down. Ian's younger brother, Wayne, sits on the other arm of the chair, playing along.
Ian Kevin Huntley was born in 1974 on 31 January, in the port of Immingham just outside Grimsby. His father regularly took his boys to the docks to watch the giant ships, but Ian's real passion was planes, especially military aircraft. Twenty years later, his house at Soham would feature a prominent framed picture of a jet fighter on a wall of the living room. His favourite plane-spotting haunt would be the burial site for the bodies of Holly and Jessica.
The first sign of trouble came soon after Ian began at secondary school. Initially he was sent to a school five miles from his home, disliked it and returned to the local comprehensive.
But by the time Ian joined, his fellow pupils had been together for more than 18 months. They had forged friendships and had little time for outsiders. Huntley soon developed a reputation as a hanger-on, desperate for acceptance. It wasn't to be. His large forehead earned him the nicknames of 'The White Cliff of Dover' and 'Spacehead'. It was difficult, but not life-changing. That moment came when, at the age of 13, he caught his father in bed with the family's 16-year-old babysitter. Until then Ian and his father had been close, but now Kevin lashed out, viciously beating his son and making him swear not to tell what he had seen. Huntley began a life of lying.
Like many victims of bullying, Huntley soon turned into a bully himself. At the age of 15 he vented his anger on 14-year-old Tony Smith, who had found a tennis ball and started playing with it. Huntley confronted the younger boy and screamed at him: 'What the fuck do you think you're doing, that's my ball.' Huntley placed his hands around Smith's neck and began strangling him.
In the end, Huntley told his mother about what he had seen his father doing. Devastated, she moved out of the family home, taking Ian and Wayne with her. Although she returned a few weeks later, the relationship between her and her husband was deeply strained. Kevin began drinking heavily and became increasingly violent. His rages would always be directed at Ian and it marked the beginning of a deep rift between the two. Doctors would later agree that this constant abuse from his father had a terrible and long-standing effect on Huntley.
He took one menial job after another, working in the Heinz factory and later packing babies' nappies at the Kimberly-Clark plant. His only escape came from chatting up the girls he met in the pubs around Grimsby. More often than not, he turned to lies in an effort to impress them. He often pretended that he had been a pilot in the RAF. He sometimes said that he had been a store manager.
At 18 Huntley tried to commit suicide for the first time, taking a massive overdose of pills belonging to his father. He later told doctors that he had done it because he was depressed over the state of his parents' marriage. Huntley tried to take his life again on two separate occasions in June 1994.
Then, five months later, he met 17-year-old Claire Evans in Grimsby. It was such a whirlwind romance that none of Claire's family even knew about the hurried register office marriage between the two which took place in January 1995. But within days the marriage was on the rocks and Claire moved out. Wayne went to comfort Claire - and an affair began.
A month later Wayne confessed to his brother. The revelation led to a bitter feud and the pair did not speak for more than a year. Wayne and Claire later married. Ian was reportedly devastated. 'He went mad,' said one friend. 'He kept saying he was going to kick his brother's head in.'
It is no coincidence that just six months after the collapse of his marriage Huntley came to the attention of the authorities for the first time. The parents of a 15-year-old girl had contacted social services. A 21-year-old man was sleeping with their under-age daughter. Huntley, with his self-pride at a low ebb, had embarked on a penchant for under-age sex. The younger the girls, the easier they were for Huntley to control. Desperate to restore his pride, he preyed on schoolgirls, most of them 14 and 15 years old.
His combination of charm and bullying tactics, drugs and alcohol, paid dividends. He would force the girls to have sex with him, regardless of their objections. So successful were his predatory instincts that a harem of 14-year-old girls, still wearing their school uniforms, would call round most days to his modest bedsit.
By the age of 21 he had slept with as many as a dozen under-age girls, many of them in the same class. Nine times during the next few years complaints were made against him for a string of sexual offences. Some involved girls as young as 11. Despite a series of investigations by Humberside Police, not a single conviction resulted.
Huntley's urges, though, were becoming increasingly harder to satisfy, his temperament increasingly violent. Each case involving Huntley that filtered through to the attention of the police became inexorably more serious than the previous. Three years after the first allegation of under-age sex against him, Huntley was under investigation for rape. In the space of 15 months between the spring of 1998 and the following summer, Huntley was accused of the offence four times. Eventually he was charged with raping a woman in a notorious dimly lit walkway known as Gas Alley. But again the case collapsed.
In July 1999 Claire and Wayne married, and Huntley, his insecurity more profound than ever, had a hard time coping with the attention and disparaging remarks from local gossips. By the end of the decade, many in Grimsby had begun branding Huntley a paedophile. In 1999 his flat in Veal Street was attacked, his windows were smashed and his front door broken down.
Ironically, meeting Maxine Carr and being accepted for the job in Soham represented the first taste of stability Huntley had known for years. The heavily subsidised rent of his three-bedroom, semi-detached house at 5 College Close was just £25 per week, leaving plenty of his £16,000 salary to indulge himself. Even his parents had managed to patch up their differences and get back together.
But Huntley's lies continued long after he met Carr - and, as would be the case years later, she was only too happy to support them. A few days before the couple moved to Soham they told a neighbour Ian had been offered a job in America and they wanted to start a new life there. A chance of freedom. It was another lie.
Within an hour of that first television bulletin on 5 August, the first time anyone outside the police and the tense, frantic parents, had heard of Holly and Jessica's disappearance, more than 500 people were scouring the streets of Soham. Everyone, police and a growing legion of concerned locals, was looking for something, anything, to tell them that this had been some kind of horrible mistake and Holly and Jessica would turn up safe and well.
As with most police forces, Cambridgeshire started a 'ticking clock', marking off each day of the investigation with a number. Day 1 of the inquiry started the moment Sharon Chapman, Jessica's mother, rang the police at 9.55pm on Sunday, 4 August. She had already spoken to her friend and mother of Holly, Nicola Wells, earlier that evening. 'You know they don't do this,' she said. 'It is too long.' The first police officers arrived at the Chapmans' home at 10.30pm. Stevenson was put in charge of reviewing the case. David Beck, an expert hostage negotiator, was in charge of the actual inquiry.
It would last for 14 days. Each day would see ups-and-downs, potential blunders and breakthroughs. In exclusive interviews with the key police officers involved and transcripts of interviews police agreed with the BBC and revealed here for the first time, The Observer has been able to piece together a forensic account of how Huntley and Carr were caught. And how a series of fumbles and blind leads nearly allowed Huntley to walk free.
Huntley, the caretaker at Soham Community College, the school Holly and Jessica attended, was one of the first people the police interviewed. He gave a statement saying that he had seen the girls at 6pm. He said that the two girls had asked after Maxine Carr, his girlfriend and former classroom assistant at the girls' school. He did not mention his later alibi, that Carr had been in the bath upstairs in the house. She was in fact 100 hundred miles north in Grimsby.
The police searched the house. But it was an 'abduction search', a superficial look for two missing people, rather than a forensic 'murder search', a hunt for a killer. If it had been the latter, the police may have found evidence about what had actually happened to the girls inside the house. By the time they executed a forensic search on Day 10 of the inquiry, Huntley and Carr had cleaned the whole house and destroyed much of the evidence.
The police defend their actions. Huntley was only one of more than 30 people who could at that stage have been the last person to see the girls. 'There were loads of people who could have been the last ones to see them alive,' Stevenson said. 'What do I do? I mean, a member of the public is driving down the road and they see two girls and they report it. Do I seize his car and forensically search that because he might have been the one?'
Cambridgeshire Police were starting to worry. The calls were coming in at up to 1,800 a day, more than one a minute. Stevenson was asked to carry out a review. Usually it was left to Day 7 of a major inquiry. This was done on Day 3.
Stevenson suggested 24-hour working and a new electronic database to try to handle the information. 'We weren't able to cope,' Stevenson said bluntly. 'It was a mammoth task.'
Police had also started investigating more than 300 known paedophiles in Cambridgeshire and Suffolk. By week two of the investigation the police were convinced the two girls had got into a car with someone they knew and had been driven away. They went north, hunting down more possible sightings and east, investigating men on the child sex offences' register.
And all along, a few yards from the school, Huntley went about his business. On the first morning he was seen cleaning the car. He drove to Grimsby. He changed the tyres. Carr and Huntley scrubbed the house from top to bottom. He asked odd questions about DNA and whether clothes could be incriminating. He hung around and introduced himself to the police.
At 9am on Thursday, 15 August, Day 12, Chris Stevenson was called for a meeting with the chief constable. It lasted 10 minutes. Would Stevenson be prepared to take over the investigation? Yes, he replied. It was time to stop chasing. It was time for someone to put their foot on the ball and decide what the real priorities were. And then came a telephone technician called David Bristow and the first major breakthrough. Huntley, finally, swung into view.
Bristow was an expert in 'triangulation', discovering where a mobile telephone could have been switched off by using signal data from surrounding transmission masts. He came up with three areas. Only one appeared to have any relevance as it was the only one that coincided with the route the CCTV cameras and evidence from a number of witnesses had shown Holly and Jessica took. It was directly outside 5 College Close.
Huntley became a 'TIE suspect': Trace, interview, eliminate. That night he was discussed at the evening briefing meeting. But the police still did not have much to go on. Checks they had made during the first week with police in Humberside where Huntley was from had revealed nothing.
'He's in the frame,' Stevenson said of Huntley. '[But we] are still being told by Humberside that they've got nothing on this guy. So there are no previous convictions and no current intelligence.'
The police had already checked with Humberside, where Huntley was from, about whether he had any 'previous'. The search had come back clean. But Huntley did have previous allegations against him. Of rape. And sexual advances to teenage and younger girls.
David Westwood, the Chief Constable of Humberside, blamed the Data Protection Act for forcing his officers to destroy information on allegations, rather than convictions, after one month. Other police forces said such a policy was a nonsense. The data-protection registrar, the man responsible for upholding the Act, said that the legislation exactly allowed the police to hold relevant information for as long as they deemed it necessary in the furtherance of fighting crime. There have been calls for Westwood to resign.
How do you explain the inability of Humberside to track Huntley down through their intelligence systems and discover that he had previous allegations of inappropriate behaviour with young girls and allegations of rape? 'You can't,' said Stevenson.
In the middle of week two, Huntley made a blunder. He gave a national television interview which was broadcast and re-broadcast around the country. It was seen by Amanda Marshall, a mother of two children from Grimsby. She picked up the telephone to the police.
'The man I have just seen on television has been in court for rape,' she said. The police in Cambridgeshire knew they were on to something.
Stevenson sent his own officers to Humberside to begin a paper search of their records. The previous allegations started to come tumbling out. Huntley was now the prime suspect.
But what should the police do? Stevenson had believed for a number of days that Holly and Jessica were dead. He ordered that Huntley and Carr be brought in for further questioning. 'It was extremely borderline,' he said. 'The determining factor was the possibility, albeit remote, that Huntley had got Jessica and Holly secured somewhere. If I arrested him and spent three days questioning him, I effectively would have been signing their death warrant.'
The television coverage created a host of new leads. People began ringing, saying that Carr had been in Grimsby on the night she claimed she was in the bath upstairs in Huntley's house.
Huntley and Carr were interviewed in separate locations in Ely, a city near Soham. They stuck to their tale, that Carr had been in the bath and that Huntley had seen the girls outside his house while he was brushing the dog. He said that he had spoken to them 'for maybe a minute'.
At 11.30 that night police finally forensically searched Huntley's house. They found a master key to the hangar. A sergeant started checking the bins. He found the burnt remains of Holly and Jessica's clothes. Huntley's fingerprints were found all over the bin bags.
Stevenson was called at just before midnight. He said that Huntley and Carr must now be considered suspects and authorised their arrest. Huntley, under surveillance, had gone to his father's house. A journalist from a national tabloid newspaper approached him and offered him money for his story. The police suddenly realised that the whole inquiry could be compromised. Huntley and Carr were arrested at 4.20am. A few hours later a gamekeeper was walking with his girlfriend near RAF Lakenheath. They noticed a terrible, rotting smell. Investigating a water-filled ditch, they saw two bodies. They telephoned Suffolk police.
This was now a 'whodunnit?' How could Huntley and Carr defend themselves and how could the police make every escape route a cul-de-sac?
Detective Chief Inspector Andy Hebb, number two in the inquiry team, started with the forensic work. The house had been thoroughly cleaned by Huntley and Carr. The dining-room carpet was freshly shampooed. As were the curtains. The bath was split. Huntley said he had been trying to wash the dog.
And then police found Huntley's head hairs on the clothing in the bin. And 10 red fibres from Manchester United tops were found in Huntley's car - 'that was a eureka moment at the time,' Hebb said.
And then someone noticed that the tyres on Huntley's car, a red Ford Fiesta, were brand-new. And the boot liner of the car had been changed. And there was a pair of scissors in the boot for cutting clothes. And the soil on the underside of the car could only have come from the track leading to where the bodies were found. And the pollen on the car could only come from that area. And that the trampled nettles had grown back in such a way that it tied the date down specifically to when Huntley would have been there.
And every piece meant that Huntley and Carr had fewer places to run. Carr had lied. When the police presented the evidence to Huntley's defence team, his response either had to be 'guilty' or fantastical.
Huntley chose the latter. Yes, the girls had been in the house. Yes, they had died. Yes, he was there. But it wasn't murder. It was an accident. 'He had to come up with some explanation for that forensic case,' Hebb said. 'We had covered every avenue. He had nowhere to go. All the jigsaw was coming together slowly. It was a good feeling.'
Why? Why did Huntley do what he did? The police admit that their stabs at an explanation are just that. Psychologists, unless Huntley talks, will have similar difficulty ever finding out.
'The only explanation we have, and it's just putting two and two together, is that Carr's gone away and Huntley doesn't like her being away and he's extremely jealous,' Hebb said.
'And he gets a call from Carr and hangs up, and he's annoyed, and with the history he's got, and then the two girls walk past ... '
Hebb's voice trails off. 'It's just one of those things, I think.'
And Carr? The girls were her friends. Huntley's behaviour was bizarre in the extreme. She must have had her suspicions. 'Rather cynically, is how I view it,' Hebb said of Carr's tearful performance in the witness box where all she would admit to was that she had covered up for Huntley because he had previously been 'falsely' accused of rape.
'They came from a fairly difficult background in Grimsby,' Hebb said. 'Then they got this new, nice lifestyle in Cambridgeshire, she was getting employment, it was all good, when suddenly, bang, it's all changed.
'I think she had to protect her lifestyle, not just Huntley, but her lifestyle.
'She was an incredibly convincing liar, not just lying about the event but gilding it, right down to the tiny details. And yet she wasn't even there.'


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Home › Forums › Gear Forums › Gear (General) › DEET – How much for high Sierras mid-late July?
Jun 26, 2012 at 7:37 am #1291399
Brent MahanMember
@thenerbLocale: Southern New Hampshire
I'll be hiking the Sierra High Route from Road's End in King's Canyon up to Twin Lakes N of Yosemite. Starting 7/13 and ending 7/30.
How are the bugs this season with the light snow?
Major question I have is how much DEET I will need per day/week for the trip.
I know it has been discussed at length elsewhere, but any specific product recommendations for insect repellant? Heart good things about 3M Ultrathon, but that's only 19% DEET. Also considering the Repel Sportsman (40%) pump.
I will also be bringing a headnet and long sleeves/long pants.
Bulk of the route is above the tree line, though there will be times and nights that I spend in the trees.
As a side note, I've never used permethrin, but I'm a bit leery of saturating my tight-fitting clothing in an incecticide and then going out and moving/sweating constantly in it for a couple of weeks. Just doesn't sound safe.Jun 26, 2012 at 8:04 am #1890188
USA Duane HallBPL Member
@hikerduaneLocale: Extreme northern Sierra Nevada
I've heard 30% DEET is needed. How much you need is up to you and how many bugs you can tolerate before applying a repellent. For me, they have to be pretty bad to the point I can't do anything between swats.
DuaneJun 26, 2012 at 8:10 am #1890190
Tommy FranzenSpectator
@tomlikeLocale: Pacific Wonderland
Check the High Sierra Topix, lots of info on mosquitoes right now.
http://www.highsierratopix.com/community/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=7828Jun 26, 2012 at 8:24 am #1890197
Nick GatelBPL Member
@ngatelLocale: Southern California
The REI Jungle Juice is something like 98% DEET. Doesn't take much to cover your exposed skin.
Not sure if this was the problem, but years ago a small amount of DEET leaked at the bottom of my nylon pack. A while later the material deteriorated at that spot. Not 100% the DEET did it.
Normally a net, gloves and clothes provide adequate protection for me. May not work for others.Jun 26, 2012 at 8:56 am #1890212
jeffrey armbrusterBPL Member
@bookLocale: Northern California
I was leery of Permethrin too. However, I've treated my hiking shirt for three seasons now and I haven't seemed to suffer any ill effects. Nevertheless, I did just switch from a capilene base hiking shirt to a Western Mountaineering sun shirt that has the added benefit of being loose fitting and made partially of nylon. It's excellent against mosquitoes. In the worst part of the season I also wear a Solumbra shade hat; i.e. it has a drape that you can velcro closed over most of your face when confronted with a swarm of skeeters, then "unzip" when in the clear. That and a headnet and sun-grubbies for my hands means I can go deet-free.Jun 26, 2012 at 9:12 am #1890223
Hobbes WMember
@hobbesatronicLocale: SoCal
"Major question I have is how much DEET I will need per day/week for the trip."
IMO, determining how much to bring is almost more important than % DEET. As a Sierra hiker who takes no netting – neither for my tarp nor headgear, etc, I think I have a pretty good handle on mosquito repellent.
I apply 3m at the TH with a good dosing of Ben's as frosting. My ROT is 1oz for every 3-4 days. I have those handy little REI 1 & 2 oz bottles in which I mix 1/2 3M and 1/2 Bens.
3m http://solutions.3m.com/wps/portal/3M/en_US/Ultrathon/Products/
Bens http://www.amazon.com/Adventure-Medical-Bens-30pct-Spray/dp/B0044CVRZC/ref=pd_sbs_lg_6
Also, don't forget sunscreen. Rather than take little bottles of Bullfrog, etc, I simply dispense a big bottle of no-brand sport SPF 50 into 2 & 4 oz bottles. My ROT is 2x DEET.
For example, a 4 day hike would require 1 oz DEET & 2 oz sunscreen. This assumes a very liberal bathing of each @ the TH.
Also, take a big sun-hat – and not those silly floppy caps either. Lifeguards, surfers & construction workers have been wearing these out in the hot sun for decades:
http://www.scuba.com/scuba-gear-238/078015/WET-Lifeguard-Hat-Original-Flexfit-Surf-Hat.htmlJun 26, 2012 at 9:43 am #1890230
Pete StaehlingBPL Member
FWIW, I never bought into the notion that high DEET content was necessary. I tend to use lower DEET content repellent and apply liberally and frequently. I actually like Off! Skintastic at only 7% DEET.Jun 26, 2012 at 10:09 am #1890248
USA Duane HallBPL Member
@hikerduaneLocale: Extreme northern Sierra Nevada
Last year on my last day out after coming over Kearsarge Pass, I gave away the 15+ year old Bens that I had to a guy who forgot his, shows how much I used over all those years. If you have ta bathe in it, I guess you'll need a lot. A little DEET goes a long ways, it's not like applying hand lotion to your hands. Can't help there.
DuaneJun 26, 2012 at 11:58 am #1890275
Jeremy and AngelaBPL Member
@requiemLocale: Northern California
IIRC, the benefit of increased DEET concentrations is in duration, rather than effectiveness. (This will determine how often you re-apply; durations listed on the package are probably optimistic.)
As DEET is notoriously nasty to plastics (and not exactly non-toxic), I would also suggest taking a look at a 20% Picaridin product. The effectiveness may be similar, but without the risk of melting your gear.Jun 26, 2012 at 1:40 pm #1890307
Erik BasilBPL Member
@ebasilLocale: Atzlan
DEET just plain works, but I have found that the 3M Ultrathon really does work for a long time with similar effectiveness to the old standby, 99% REI Jungle Juice. Ultrathon is "time-release" and I'm impressed with its performance. The thing with DEET is that you really want to keep it off your nylon gear and then there's that mutation thing… so I use a combination of products in the High Sierra:
–Ultrathon in the liquid pumper, for my legs and arms in the morning
–Picarin spray for use on trail w/o concern where it goes
–Pyrethrin-soaked headnet on my pyrethrin-soaked hat, above my pyrethrin-soaked, light-colored hiking shirt (which I wear over a very light inner layer.
–Pyrethrin-soaked tent body and fly
–wash-off at night to minimize transfer of the DEET and other oils to my bag.
Now, the pyrethrin-soaked tent parts have been compared to similar size and color tents nearby and they do have fewer of the vulturous beasts hanging out on them at night than the tents w/o. The headnets…well, the little fellas seemed unaffected, but I think the cheapo, Coughlan's headnets are one of the best purchases for High Sierra happiness, ever. Ha ha!Jun 27, 2012 at 6:08 pm #1890661
Jason GBPL Member
@jasongLocale: iceberg lake
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Between breakfast and lunch on Saturday, Susanna and I decided to go bowling, something which I thought would take her mind off Joel. I hadn't told her about seeing him: I knew it would only hurt her if I told her he had been nasty about Kenny, even if I did consider him no longer good enough for her.
We had only just started playing when I saw Kenny and an unfamiliar girl with long curly black hair and green eyes approach the counter where you ordered a game.
I tried not to watch though secretly I hoped Kenny was on a date with a fellow Guardian, avoiding the human Joel said he was in love with.
Susanna got a strike and I cheered for her; the way she smiled back at me made me feel light-hearted and like I didn't need to worry about her re-entering a relationship with Joel.
By chance, Kenner and his friend were given the lane next to ours. Susanna didn't appear to notice the presence of Joel's adversary: she sipped at her lemonade as I bowled, not doing very well at all. It was probably for the better, since I was sure Kenny would have reminded her of Joel. I wondered what she thought of him now. I, considering myself on his side, though unwilling to delve as deep into the painful Chaos-averting as a Guardian, found it hard to imagine being able to hate Kenny, but it struck me that Susanna had good reason to.
After my turn, Susanna told me she was going to visit the ladies' room and I took this opportunity to go over to Kenny and his friend.
"Hey," I said shyly, hoping I wasn't interrupting. Kenny's friend was the one bowling but she smiled at me.
"Oh, hi, Jennifer," said Kenny, looking startled. He looked as though he hadn't slept very well the previous night: his hair was tousled and there were shadows under his eyes.
"Everything all right?"
"On the Order/Chaos front, yeah. We're just sticking around to make sure the threat doesn't resurface."
I frowned.
"Well, I hope it doesn't. That's the last thing Susanna needs."
Kenny's friend came to join us.
"Hey, Jennifer," she said, startling me.
"Um... hi."
The girl laughed.
"It's me, Svetlana. I'm using a Disguise Feather. Good thing I did, us ending up next to you and Susanna. I don't know what she'd have thought if she had seen me hanging out with Kenner."
"You're still volunteering at the Cattery, aren't you?" I asked, remembering what Joel had said. I frowned at the memory. "I saw Joel in town yesterday."
Kenny looked instantly alert.
"What did he say? Did he threaten you?"
"No, he was more concerned about being mean to you actually. Said you were in love with a human and that he hoped you could never be together."
Kenny sighed.
"Well, we couldn't."
"Yeah, but it was still a cruel thing to say. I myself hoped you would ... well, find a Guardian to take your mind off her. When I saw Svetlana, I thought that maybe you might indeed be dating one."
Kenny looked insulted.
"You think I'd do that?"
"I mean, only if you genuinely liked that Guardian," I said hurriedly. "I was hoping that your love for this human wasn't all-consuming."
Now Kenny looked sad.
"So that's what would be the right thing to do? To find someone else?"
"Well, ... yes," I replied, confused by the way this seemed to be distressing him. "Better than to be caught up on someone you couldn't have."
"You'd want me to give her up?" Kenny's gaze was startlingly penetrating. It was as though my opinion was the most important in the world.
"If she knew about Order and Chaos, wouldn't she want you to too?"
Kenny looked down.
"When I told her I loved her, she made me make her forget." He looked up, anger in his eyes. "I think that was pretty selfish of her, don't you? To take the copout option and leave me to be tortured."
I was startled by the animosity in Kenny's tone.
"I'm sure that's not how she saw it, Kenny. She probably wanted to avert Chaos at all costs."
"I dreamt I had to let her fall into an abyss to stop Chaos," Kenny said bitterly. "I still don't know whether it would've been worth it."
"What? Of course it would have been worth it!" I responded, shocked. "You'd have saved the world. It's what Guardians of Order do: their Duty."
"Maybe I just wanted her," Kenny retorted.
"Oh, I'm sure she'd be flattered!" I said sarcastically. "That the person she loved would rather let the apocalypse happen than let her be sacrificed. Where's the romance in knowing the two of you are only going to be happy for a few moments before the world blows up, or whatever happens?"
"Where's the romance in knowing she's going to die?!"
Painfully, I said "Neither is romantic, Kenny. But one of them has to be done. Say that, despite your dream, she's not in imminent danger. Would you rather spend your whole life knowing she's safe or go out with her, knowing everyone's going to try to stop you two being together?" Softly I added "I've seen how hurt Susanna is. No one should have to go through that."
"D'you want me to prioritise Order over love, Jennifer?"
I wondered, once again, what it meant that my opinion to him was so significant.
"Kenny, it would be prioritising Order over heartbreak. And heartbreak, don't you think, should be avoided as much as Chaos?"
"But it's heartbreak already..."
"But she's safe and she's well and the world's still turning. I think the girl you're in love with would want you to get over you, Kenny. That's why she asked to be made to forget."
Svetlana returned from the bar, carrying a tray with two glasses on it. She put it down on the table behind the computer.
"She'll make you make her forget every single time, Kenner," she said softly, sitting down (it was Kenner's turn to bowl).
"I think she's heartless," Kenny said coldly.
I saw that he was in pain but I found it difficult to forgive him.
"Isn't that what Joel thought of you quite recently?" I found myself asking. "He might change his mind now, but I'm disappointed that you've lost yourself. I never thought you'd stop caring. I hate that I'm wrong."
I walked back over to the lane where Susanna and I were playing. She was returning now and I put on a smile as she reached our lane.
"Thanks for suggesting this, Jen," she said as she picked up a bowling ball. "I'm having a really great time."
"I'm glad," I told her. "We should do this more often."
But hopefully without re-encountering Kenny, I thought to myself.
"She hates me," he whispered.
"No, not that," Svetlana insisted. "She just ... thought a lot of you."
"And now she doesn't."
"She understood what it meant to you to be a Guardian of Order, Kenner. She really respected you for it. Don't you remember, when she asked you to mind-wipe her, she told you she'd lose all her respect for you if you sacrificed your principles for her? Now you have, she's kept her end of the deal."
"She's as unbending now as she was before," he stated.
"Would you love her as much if she wasn't?"
Kenny thought about it. He imagined a situation where Jennifer had asked that they run away together. In these scenes she was frivolous, superficial: she didn't care about anything. And Kenny realised it would make him fall out of love for her. He loved Jennifer for her heart: a heart which encompassed the world and put others before her. He loved Jennifer for understanding Duty: for seeing the justification behind the ruthlessness. She had read into his core when she had seen that he was a Guardian of Order for caring. And just now she had been right. He had lost himself in the blur of the pain which was impossible love.
"No, I wouldn't," he told Svetlana. "She wouldn't be Jennifer."
He sighed.
"I still care about avoiding Chaos. But now she thinks I don't. I'm so frustrated, Svetlana; why did I let myself get angry with her?"
"Because you love her and she only reminds you of why you can't. It's only logical. But I think you should find some way to let her know you've not lost yourself. I think that was a hard blow for her."
"I'll write her a letter," Kenner decided. "I can't approach her while Susanna's there. I'll let her know that I'm not lost yet. And then she'll respect me again."
"Of course she will," said Svetlana smiling. The smile was slightly wistful. "She believes in you."


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I watched the soul-eater from my corner, subconsciously furling and unfurling my wings behind my back and flexing my fingers nervously. I still hadn't gotten used to the disguise and I was beginning to wish I could reveal my claws.
Not that they'd do much good, but it would still feel better to know I could use them.
A barbed tail might be fairly useful too...
Oh what the heck, may as well. These people are strange enough anyway. I doubt they'd care too much. And if they do, well, they'll have to put up with it.
Gradually, I let the disguise fall away. Two sets of short, pointy claws appeared where my illusionary fingernails had been and a long whippy tail protruded from the back of my jeans. I'd cut a small slit there earlier to stick it through if an occasion had arisen. This was that occasion.
Again, no-one really noticed the change. They were all watching the soul-eater, who had asked for our names. I played sphinx and kept my mouth shut.
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By Omlet's papa spook, I hate this chapter; it's honestly the worst thing I've written since the start of 2010 - and that includes my Theology essays. Bleah. Here it is anyway. I'll give the next one my best shot to bring it back to the usual quality.
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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Convergence of the Main (Characters)
The thing was on the move.
It tore across the country at blistering speed, easily outpacing any human fool enough to try and catch it; swooping from the heights of the Madeira Mountains, it shot southeast, heading for Mauville almost as the crow flies, and from there straight south to Slateport.
In a Poké Ball on a train was not the most dignified way to travel, but the thing cared not; it possessed roughly the same level of intelligence as a watermelon, and was content as long as it had something to chase.
And it did: Maxie had sent it and his most trusted Administrator to secure the SuperBlast Module, and before Thursday was out, they would be travelling back to the mountain, prize in hand.
As dawn broke over Slateport City, a tall, thin man with an eyepatch and a wooden leg stood next to a short, fat man with the opposite eye and leg missing; both wore the blue suits and sunglasses of Team Aqua, and also large, ostentatious black hats with the Aqua logo on them. Their names were Hans and Molasses, and they were watching the long, low building next to Angel Laboratories where deliveries were loaded up to be driven away. Attacking Angel itself was out of the question; their security was Devon-standard, and consequently the only option was to hijack the delivery truck as it left the compound.
Molasses, the small one, gestured with a hook-hand.
"Not long now," he grunted.
Hans, the tall one, nodded.
Around the area were arrayed thirteen other Aquas, each slightly lower-ranking than the last. Like Hans and Molasses, they were wearing the full dress uniform of the Team: hat, hook and wooden leg; eyepatch, suit and sunglasses. Before sunset fell over Hoenn, they would be back at Aqua headquarters, and they would have succeeded just as much as the Magmas.
"Kester, I swear I'm going to push you into the traffic if you don't stop complaining."
"I'm not saying
!" I cried in protest, spreading my hands wide.
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You're too busy trying to think of Bond jokes.
"Well, your eyes are complaining," Sapphire replied waspishly. "Look happier."
It was ten o'clock on Thursday morning, and we'd been hanging around the deliveries entrance to the Spectroscopic Fancy building since dawn. Sapphire had woken me at some ungodly hour much as the Bellman's crew had pursued their target – namely, with forks and hope. She had, typically, displayed zero gratitude for my tracking her down the day before and finding the way back to the Pokémon Centre. As a result of this and the whole 'waking me up by jabbing me with a fork' thing, our relations were more strained than usual today.
"Look," I said, "I'm resigned to the fact that you and I don't get along. That's cool now. But I don't want to be blamed for things I haven't done!"
Sapphire waved my words aside.
"Fine, fine," she said. "You're not complaining."
"Thank you," I replied, in a tone that I hoped conveyed slightly ruffled dignity. "Now, let's all calm down and wait for the SuperBlast Module to arrive."
Darren Goodwin leaned against a pilaster on the surface of a large building whose architect knew the Classical orders well and used them to great effect; a plaque beside the door proclaimed it to be the head office of the
Mauville Times
. No one challenged him, and if they had they would have swiftly been sent on their way by the threat of the Raiders, hanging in a loose cloud above his head.
The Devon researcher was watching Kester Ruby and the Aqua girl. They were just around the corner from him, and so laughably unaware of his presence that he almost smiled. He had been told that, since he was in the area, he might as well oversee the delivery of the Module; happily, though somewhat unexpectedly given its nature, it seemed his targets also had designs on the device, and so he had decided that, once it had been delivered safely, he would use the Raiders to force the Aqua girl to return the Master Ball, take possession of Kester, and then bring the girl in for questioning.
Darren sighed, and closed his heavy eyelids for a moment. It had been a long week, and he missed the sound of his wife's voice. But it would be over soon. He would be home by tomorrow morning, and then they would celebrate the delayed anniversary of their third year of marriage together.
And if fate conspired to lead events in a different direction, then Darren would use every power available to him as a Goodwin to alter it.
As soon as the truck rumbled out of the garage, the Aqua grunts sprang into action: a blue Aqua lorry was swiftly backed up by the entrance to the car park, and as soon as the truck passed through the gateway, the waiting lorry reversed sharply, lowering its rear ramp and scooping the truck neatly into its interior.
Shouts and gunshots sounded from near the Angel building, and Hans glanced back to see the black-clad security forces of the Laboratories emerging from strategic points around the area.
"Close the door!" he yelled, and two grunts burst from hiding to slam the lorry door shut on the truck, which was trying and failing to reverse. As bullets sang through the air, the Aquas alternately fled and returned fire, grabbing onto a series of straps attached to the side of their lorry as its engine turned and roared.
The Angel men poured into black cars and gave chase as soon as the lorry began to move, and soon the entire conflict had moved into the street, where the traffic parted before the chase in a storm of blaring horns and screaming brakes. Those that failed to do so were tossed aside by the lorry's reinforced front.
So much fire was now being traded by the Aquas and the Angels that the air between the cars and lorry now seemed to be primarily composed of metal and noise; round holes opened up on the lorry's rear, but its girth prevented any bullets from finding their mark on the Aquas themselves. Similarly, the armoured Angel cars were more than enough protection to render the Aquas' firearms useless. Neither side could accomplish anything by the senseless shooting, and both sides' driving suffered from it: the Angel cars almost crashed multiple times, and the Aqua lorry
crash at least twice – though it was so huge that it merely bulldozed the lampposts and smaller vehicles that had the temerity to stand in its way.
Then came the decisive moment: a corner. The lorry slewed around to a concerto of furious brakes, tipping and turning in a wholly unsafe manner; the Aqua cars tried to pull ahead of it, but were stopped by the unexpected rupturing of the lorry's wall. It seemed it could not take the weight of the Angel truck leaning against it, and so the delivery vehicle burst through, hit the ground with wheels spinning and sped off back in the direction of the Laboratories.
Immediately, the lorry bounced wildly back to a fully vertical position, flinging grunts high into the air; they rained down like confetti, slamming with cries of pain into cars, tarmac and even roofs. By a strange quirk of fate, it seemed none were seriously injured, although several had lost their peg-legs, and they made their bruised way back to the lorry to turn around and give chase to the now-fleeing Angel vehicles.
The truck with the Module in was in the lead, with the three Angel cars surrounding it to prevent attack from the back and sides. The lorry, after a surprisingly sharp turn, lumbered along close behind, much faster now that it lacked its bulky cargo. Between it and the cluster of Angel vehicles, the air was almost a solid wall of bullets – but they might as well have been blanks for all the damage they did to either the cars or the lorry. Neither the Aquas nor the Angels knew entirely why they were still shooting, but both sides were damned if they were going to give up before the enemy.
The lorry rammed the rearmost Angel car, and the smaller vehicle shot forwards to crunch into the back of the truck; however, it was entirely undamaged, and the chase continued apace. The continuous
blam! blam! blam!
of gunshots; the shrieks of fleeing motorists and pedestrians alike; the roar of the great lorry's engine; the sounds of the chase spewed out across the street in crazy waves that battered at the eardrums and demanded to be let in.
The truck tore back into the car park, braking hard and drawing long black lines of rubber across the asphalt; it slewed across three parking spaces, obliterated a parked car and slid neatly into the open door of the loading building. The three Aqua cars pulled up neatly outside the front doors, and their occupants each leaned out of the nearest window and started firing with gusto.
Hans and Molasses, in the cab of the lorry, looked at each other with unease. This was not meant to happen; in fact, nothing since the truck had fallen out of the side of the lorry had been
to happen.
"Stupid cheap armoured lorry," muttered Molasses under his breath. "That's the last time we buy from Notorious Evans."
you he was called 'notorious' because he's notorious for selling weak-walled lorries," replied Hans, though in fact this was a complete fabrication; Notorious Evans was notorious purely for being somewhat shady, and employing underhand tactics at the Slateport Citywide Horticultural Show.
This was all they had a chance to say, because at that moment the lorry's supposedly unbreakable windscreen broke, and they had to duck a storm of glass and bullets and throw the lorry into reverse. Seconds later, the Angel truck re-emerged from the garage, this time with the noticeable addition of a green-haired man in a blue suit standing on the roof. This was not the most alarming thing about him, as noted by Hans as he reversed the lorry furiously up the road; no, the really troubling thing was that he had a very large gun in his hands, of the type generally known to those who know them well as the 7.62mm M134 General Electric Minigun.
This development was both unexpected and unwelcome. The Minigun was far too large for one person to hold or wield safely, but, like Blain with Ol' Painless, this man appeared to have no trouble doing so.
"This cannot be happening," Molasses said, and then the blue-suited man opened fire.
How he stayed upright on the moving vehicle, firing a gun more usually mounted on a helicopter, will forever remain a mystery; we will not even touch on the implausibility of him being able to operate the Minigun and keep his arms in their sockets. This was Angel Laboratories, who were as corrupt as Devon and five times as insane; if someone threatened their products, they fought back with all available resources. And as acting head of the company, it was only natural that Usher House would defend it to the death.
We shall not dwell on the results of this attack too much; we shall pass over the whine and hiss of bullets, the rending of steel and the hilarious cries of incredulity that the fleeing Aquas made. What is more important is the conclusion to the episode: namely, that the Angel truck and its accompanying trio of black armoured cars sped past the ruined lorry, and that as they turned onto the motorway the police turned up outside Angel Laboratories.
"Yes," said Felicity. "Goodbye, sir." She put down the phone and glanced across at Barry. "Change of plans," she said. "We're going to Spectroscopic Fancy."
I could tell the truck was from Angel because Usher was standing on the roof, impossibly maintaining his balance against the wind and carrying a gun that was far too large for any normal person to even lift. It tore around the corner at breakneck speed, and behind it came a battered-looking green car and an ominous cloud of darkness.
"Sapphire, I think the goods have arrived," I said, somewhat redundantly.
The truck screeched to a halt outside Spectroscopic Fancy, but it seemed no one from the company was willing to get involved. Consequently, the cloud of darkness went unopposed as it growled, coiled and sprang up onto the truck's roof. Usher swung the gun around towards it, but a massive black-grey paw emerged from the cloud and swatted it away like a matchstick.
I don't know why I did what I did next. It was a stupid thing to do, and against every cowardly bone in my body. But I did it anyway, out of pure instinct: I ran into the road and screamed an Astonish.
For a brief moment, everyone froze: the cloud of darkness, tilting slightly towards the sound; Usher, staring at me in surprise; Felicity and her partner Barry, getting out of their car. There was no sound save the lingering echo of the Astonish, and no movement at all.
Then Sapphire appeared on the roof of the truck and hauled Usher out of the way, and the spell broke. The cloud of darkness leaped down from the roof to land in front of me, leaving a woman behind it on the roof; simultaneously, Felicity's gun snapped around to point at my face, and Barry launched himself towards the truck.
, Puck said,
this guy hates me, and he remembers my scent. He can also kill us any time he likes, so GET OUT OF THE WAY!
I was startled into obeying, darting left just as a set of yellow teeth clashed together where my head had once been; Felicity fired reflexively but missed, and the blast whipped away part of the dark cloud for a moment, revealing a huge, shaggy head like a wolf's. Then the cloud reformed, snarled, and started chasing me.
I ducked between the Aqua car and the Angel truck, and the shadowy monster tried to follow. Felicity fired again, though, and something within the darkness ruptured: blood splattered over the bonnet of the car, and the monster gave a spine-chilling yowl of pain as it pulled back. I sighed, relieved, then found myself staring down the barrel of Felicity's gun.
"In the car," she said. "Now."
Barry had never fought Courtney before, but he had, of course, heard of her. Everyone had; everyone knew the rumours about her.
In the last five seconds, Barry had been able to confirm almost all of them.
Courtney hadn't spoken to him since she'd dropped from the back of Maxie's Pokémon. They both wanted the truck and its contents, and both were willing to fight to it – to the death, if necessary. Hence, the battle had begun as soon as Barry tried to stop her opening the truck's doors. She had taken up a knife; Barry had made fists. The wordless communication that this fight was serious passed between them, and then they had started.
It was hard, and Barry knew that he was losing, but he had to hold her off; there was no way that he could let the Magmas get hold of the Module. Whatever it was, it was far too important. But Courtney moved around him like smoke on the breeze, tracing red lines across his skin like a child scribbling on the walls; none of his punches connected, her slender frame intangible beneath his fists. In this situation, there was only one thing that could happen: Barry lost it.
Like a wounded bull, he bellowed and threw himself bodily forwards at where he thought Courtney might be; naturally, he missed and fell face-first onto the steel roof of the truck. Surprised, Courtney paused, knife raised to slit his throat – and then the truck started moving.
Sapphire and Usher ducked down beside the truck's cabin, on the other side to the driver's seat; this was crucial, since that was
the side that Courtney chose to climb down to knock out its occupant. There, as the sounds of battle rained down upon them from the roof, they conferred together without words, formulating a small plan and putting past differences temporarily behind them. Perhaps it might have worked had not Darren Goodwin chosen that moment to storm around the corner.
He grabbed Usher by the lapels and dragged him to his feet.
"You," he said, "wait around the corner. I'll see to it that neither of them get it."
It was at this point that Sapphire noticed the thing floating above the Devon researcher. She might have called it a Magneton if it had been composed of just the three orbs, but, comprising as it did around nine individual Magnemite, she wasn't entirely sure what it was.
"Raiders," Darren snapped at this strange apparition, "hold her for a moment."
Before Sapphire could react, the ring of floating balls encircled her in a tight spiral, lines of lightning crackling into life between each one, sealing her into a cage of electricity. Her hand paused halfway to her belt; any wrong move here would result, no doubt, in death by electrocution.
Darren climbed up into the cab of the truck, pushing the driver onto the passenger's seat, and was about to start the engine when the cloud of darkness exploded on the other side of the truck, and the biggest Mightyena that Sapphire had ever seen flew out of it to land with a
on the tarmac.
, said Puck urgently,
you want to get through this alive?
Obey Felicity, get in the car. Trust me on this.
I did, and she locked the door behind me before slinging her gun over her back and beginning to climb onto the roof.
Now, get in the driver's seat.
I shuffled across, over the gearstick and into the driver's seat.
Now, hold onto the wheel. Don't worry about the driving, that's up to me.
"What driving?" I began, but it was too late: I'd touched the wheel, and sparks crackled between me and the plastic as Puck's powers of possession sprang into action. The engine snarled, and before I'd even registered that we were moving we'd backed up and started hurtling forwards.
Now I saw the reason for Puck's urgency: the monster in the dark cloud had been coming back, apparently unharmed by the shotgun wound, and he had decided we should—
"Puck!" I screamed, trying to let go of the steering wheel and failing. "Puck, this is a really bad id—!"
The impact distracted Courtney for the single moment Barry needed; he leaped up and was about to punch her when the truck leaped forwards beneath them. In a hopeless tangle, they tumbled over the edge, landed on the Mightyena and struggled back up just as the truck pulled away. The unfortunate Mightyena had just managed to get to its feet, but their combined weight forced it back down and knocked its head against the tarmac, sending it to sleep with a startled yelp.
"After the Module!" Barry roared, though to whom he spoke was anyone's guess; Courtney's knife came up, and it was likely that blood would have been spilled on both sides if a voice had not rung out at that moment:
Once again, all the combatants froze at a loud noise. This time, however, all eyes turned to Usher, rather than to Kester – who was in no condition to speak right then, anyway. He stepped forwards from the pavement into the silence, and asked pleadingly:
"Will somebody please tell me why all of you people want our Module so much?"
Both Courtney and Barry opened their mouths, but neither of them could actually reply. Felicity watched them from a distance, unimpressed; she knew, or at least had an idea, but she wasn't going to tell them.
"I don't know," admitted Barry at length. "But it's important!"
"Why? Why would you want an arcade machine
that much
The shout came from Sapphire, Courtney, and Barry; the latter two stormed over to him, and pointed at the truck, which Darren had stopped a few yards down the road to watch the fireworks from.
"In there," snapped Courtney, "you've got an
arcade machine
"Well, yes," replied Usher apologetically. "It's a new model for Spectroscopic Fancy. They supply them. In fact, this one's for the Mauville Game Corner."
"I don't believe it!" rumbled Barry, stomping across to the truck and ripping open the door; he hauled out the large crate within and kicked it to matchsticks. Then he fought valiantly against the polystyrene, and stared with mingled disbelief and fury at the Y-38P SuperBlast Module. "I don't believe it," he said again. "It's an arcade machine." Then: "Damn it!" He kicked the screen in and thundered back to Usher, at whom he howled in rage for a moment before leaving to find something to beat up.
Courtney was more reserved; she looked around, sighing, and recalled Maxie's battered Mightyena, now bereft of its shroud. She swore quietly and walked off, rubbing her forehead with one hand.
Usher watched them go with a bemused look on his face, then hurried over to the Angel truck to confer with Darren Goodwin.
For her part, Felicity looked on and felt vaguely sick. It wasn't just that all the action and effort had been for this anticlimax; it was more the sensation that her arms were no longer working. Neither, it seemed, were her legs. Slowly, very slowly, they crumpled beneath her, and the shotgun slipped from her hands. The ground rose gently up to meet her, a soft grey pillow for her aching head, and her eyes slid shut as the world swam before them.
"That was... odd," remarked Fabien.
"Yeah," agreed Blake. "I don' get why Cour'ney said we weren' to 'elp 'er, though."
"Pride, my friend, pride."
They were just around the corner, peering around a wall and trying to establish
what had just happened and why; unfortunately, neither of them could come up with an explanation.
"Well," said Fabien eventually, "I guess we could catch that Rotom-kid now, while he's still unconscious."
"There's a thought," Blake replied.
They advanced from hiding, and across the street in her electric cage the Aqua girl's eyes widened.
"Usher!" she yelled. "There are more Magmas coming!"
Fabien looked up the road to see the blue-suited man look up sharply; from the door of the truck next to him came an all-too familiar figure. It was the shape of the Devon researcher who had bested them back in Slateport.
"Blake!" cried Fabien. "Run for the car!"
"That didn' work last time!" said Blake, but he did it anyway; unfortunately, the Rotom must still have been awake as the boy slept, because the car drove away at their approach, coughing black smoke and trailing the bumper from its smashed-in front.
The researcher shouted something, and his many-headed Magneton ceased their embrace of the Aqua girl and flew over to him. Together, they and their master ran towards the two Magmas.
"Goishi!" cried Fabien. "Distract them!"
!" came a shrill cry from above, growing steadily louder and louder with the descent, and then a bolt of blue and purple lightning shot across their field of view, snatched up the Aqua girl in a blur of pink-grey tongue, and vanished again.
"No!" said Fabien, aghast. "I meant distract the resear— never mind! Blake! Cover us!"
The two Magmas took to their heels and fled, Blake firing wildly behind them; since they had recently had quite a lot of practice at running away, it was not long before they were several blocks away, and alone once more.
An arcade machine.
It couldn't possibly be. This was what the two Teams had been after all this time? A new type of arcade machine? It just
couldn't be
. And yet... it was.
Sapphire didn't even really need the Magneton-thing to hold her in place; she was glued to the floor with shock. An arcade machine...
There had to be a trick. Someone had set the Teams up. They hadn't been expecting an arcade machine, after all. With a strange sort of horrified calm, Sapphire realised that the mystery of the Devon goods was nothing, just a small step in some larger plan.
No sooner had she come to this realisation than the Magmas turned up, and from then on everything became very confusing. She was released, and then suddenly captured in
the same way Kester had been the day before; however, Sapphire was still too shell-shocked to feel embarrassed or even angry.
An arcade machine...
How was it possible that something could have gone so horribly wrong as this little adventure? It had seemed relatively serious, but for the object the two Teams sought to turn out to be nothing more than some stupid video game... it was beyond belief.
Snap out of it!
Sapphire opened her eyes, and that was when she realised that the drama wasn't yet over. Below her was Mauville, a child's playset stretched out from horizon to horizon, and all around her was the clear blue sky.
And then Sapphire swore, and gulped, and looked up to see her captor, the Magma Golbat, and the thick python of its tongue twitching and straining at her weight.
she swore again, drawing the attention of the Golbat. It tightened its grip around her a little, then a little more; in between her struggles, Sapphire's last thought before she blacked out was that she hoped to God it knew when to stop. Otherwise, she reasoned in that calm second before complete unconsciousness, she would probably die.
"What's the meaning of this?" demanded Maxie furiously, throwing over the coffee table. A subordinate dashed forwards to clear up the mess, but was swiftly moved to a prone position on the floor by the application of a fist to his face. "Some benefactor you are!"
Zero regarded him with eyes that contained something Maxie didn't recognise.
"It seems I was misinformed by my Aqua mole," he replied. "Don't worry. I shall have them... suitably punished."
"What the hell does that mean?" roared the Magma boss; he made as if to strike Zero, but something held him back.
"Don't you see what it means?" Zero said quietly. "It means that this entire thing was an Aqua scam."
"But they seemed surprised... No!" Maxie looked, if possible, even angrier than before. "You're right! It's just like those damned pirates to pull off a trick like this."
"I suggest you move forwards with the effort to find the orb as swiftly as possible," Zero told him. "The Aquas must be heading towards war."
"Wait," said Maxie, reining in his temper with a tremendous and very visible effort, "what about proof? We have no proof that this was an Aqua scam."
Zero had already thought of this.
"I will have my Aqua agent brought to you," he said. "She seems to have fallen ill recently, but I'm sure that won't matter. You can extract all the information you want from her."
Maxie nodded; the prospect of a little light torture seemed just the thing to vent his spleen on.
"All right," he said. "We'll do it."
"You understand," Archie said, leaning forwards in his armchair, "this is a serious oversight on your part, Zero."
Zero nodded.
"Yes," he replied. "But listen. I do, in fact, have a plan for just this contingency..."
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Minnesota School of Business-Rochester's Gatekeeper: Business Grad Sarah Peterson
Posted by Ree Nae Roberge-Greene on February 13, 2015
Sarah Peterson, Minnesota School of Business (MSB)-Rochester's administrative assistant and alumna, was asked to share her experience as a student at MSB's new student orientation. Sarah was very excited to discuss her time at MSB, where she earned her associate degree in business administration. Incoming students found her speech to be very motivating.
We've included Sarah's speech to MSB's new students below.
"My higher education search began with a postcard addressed to me from MSB in 2006. I didn't go on to college after high school. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, and I didn't want to waste my time or money on something I wasn't sure of.
I moved out at 18 and was in the working world for six years before I decided that I needed a change. I was in a dead end job. I had no opportunities to advance or grow. I needed a break, an opening for me to expand my knowledge and be better. Looking at that postcard, it didn't take me long to know what I had to do. So I called MSB and set up an appointment.
I played around with the idea of getting into graphic design or marketing, but ultimately, my admissions rep encouraged me to look into business. I already had a business background — I enjoyed working at a front desk for a local business. I signed up to begin classes the following quarter.
Oh boy! Let me tell you, I was so anxious, overwhelmed and excited! This was a stepping stone to a bigger, better me. This was my future! This would give me so much potential!
I began my classes in the Winter Quarter of 2007. I was scared. I didn't know what to expect. I felt old; going to back to school at 24? I had been out of school for so long I didn't think I could do it. I had to discipline myself and remind myself over and over that the outcome will be great. All the hard work would be worth it. This is what I want!
I will tell you this now. You will have moments during your time here when you just want to give up. I've had plenty of these. You will get frustrated. You will say 'I can't do it.' 'I don't want to do this,' whatever the excuse. But I will tell you this as well — don't give up. Please. You decided to go back to school for a reason. Whatever it is, your reason is important to you. Stay positive. Stay focused. Hard work and challenges build character. Through this experience I got to know myself, and what I could do.
I always loved MSB. I didn't think about any other colleges because MSB had all the necessities that fit my wants and needs. Small campus, small class sizes, experienced and helpful instructors. And MSB had program-specific degrees.
I graduated in the spring of 2009. I did advance and now I am here, working. I absolutely love it! It is great to interact with students and staff, some that have once taught me. I speak for everyone here when I say that we are here to help you succeed in any and every way possible. You can do this! You are stronger and smarter than you think, and in the end, when you see that light, you will be so proud of yourself."
Sarah champions the education MSB provides by showing in her professionalism and demeanor what it means to be a graduate of Minnesota School of Business.
"Sarah has been a joy to work with. Her professionalism and enthusiasm always serves to elevate my mood and eagerness to work. Most importantly, she exudes our mission of 'We Care' in her interaction with students at the front desk. They rely on her for involvement and the help she provides — because she cares," instructor Carol Berteotti said.
MSB-Rochester is very lucky to have a reliable gatekeeper like Sarah.


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Barely a day goes by at the moment without a politician laying claim to "ethical capitalism" and pronouncing on the measures needed to institute it. Notwithstanding the political jockeying, their efforts are to be welcomed. The financial crisis has exposed instabilities and injustices which are neither desirable nor sustainable. The problem is that the remedies being proposed are still tilting at the wrong target.
There is certainly no shortage of ideas. Ed Miliband thinks there is mileage in curbing hidden surcharges, cracking down on energy companies and tweaking company takeover rules. For Nick Clegg, the priority is employee ownership, as a mechanism for boosting social rather than purely commercial aims. Next week, Vince Cable, the Business Secretary, will set out reforms to control executive pay. All are ideas worthy of consideration and all may have a part to play. But, so far, they are tinkering, at best.
Yesterday, it was the Prime Minister's turn. In a speech larded with rhetoric about the Conservatives' unique role as the guardian of social responsibility, David Cameron set out his vision for a "better economy" that is "fair as well as free". He talked of a "popular capitalism" with wider economic participation, of tougher banking regulations, and of changes to tax rules. All well and good. But the looming furore over the pay of Stephen Hester, the chief executive of the Royal Bank of Scotland, will test his ideas to political destruction.
It is hard not to be outraged at Mr Hester's likely remuneration. Although the share price has dropped by more than a third, and the bank has cut thousands of jobs, the boss is in line for a bonus of around £1m on top of his £1.2m salary. Given that RBS is majority-owned by the taxpayer, surely here is Mr Cameron's opportunity to confound the sceptics and prove his commitment to a newly moral capitalist system?
The problem is that the job that Mr Hester was hired to do – to shrink a bloated, over-indebted behemoth down to a more manageable size – almost guarantees a falling stock price. And the task is a complex one, requiring expensive skills. Arguably, in cheaper, less competent hands, the banks' owners stand to lose a lot more. That is not, of course, to suggest that Mr Hester's astronomical pay should not be challenged. Far from it. But, in a culture of corporate excess, there is little the Prime Minister can do without further risks to taxpayers' money.
There's the rub. In practical terms, there is not much politicians can achieve by appealing to executives themselves. If the business leaders meeting at the World Economic Forum in Davos next week volunteered to scale back their remuneration, en masse, then perhaps there might be progress. But they are unlikely to do so, and Government cannot force it upon them.
There is, however, another route. While individual executives may be unable to change an unpalatable corporate culture, even at the behest of the Prime Minister, such issues do fall within the remit of companies' owners. If managers are overpaying themselves, or pursuing unduly aggressive, short-term strategies, it is up to shareholders to do something about it.
Mr Cameron has not missed the point entirely. He spoke yesterday about "empowering shareholders" and using the power of transparency to shame executives into restraint. But he is pitching at the wrong crowd, blinded by a Tory vision of plucky small businesses and individualist investors. Spreading participation in the economy more widely is a laudable aim. But the vast majority of Britain's shares are held by institutional investors that are either too idle or too much part of the same corporate culture to wield their enormous power as they might. If Britain's politicians are serious about ethical capitalism, it is here that they should be focusing their attention.
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Hunger Mountain Coop showcases the results of being part of a beer-loving culture. Our beer aisle is home to dozens of offerings that will delight those new to the exciting world of beer and send even the most sophisticated beer drinker into a state of pure hop-iness. You'll find the best Vermont microbreweries well represented, as well specialty, seasonal, regional and international offerings. Whether you're looking for a beer to complement a meal, refresh you after a long, hot day, or just taste for the pure joy of it – you'll find it at The Coop!
Heady Topper is available seven days a week. Approximately eight cases are stocked each morning starting at 8 am, and there is a limit of one four-pack per customer. The cost of a four-pack is $13.99.
Customers can also purchase Heady Topper directly at The Alchemist's new location in Stowe. Please visit their website for more information http://alchemistbeer.com/
Lawson's Finest Liquids Sip of Sunshine and Super Session #2 are both available on Thursdays. Exact availability varies based on delivery time. There is a two 4-pack limit per person for Sip of Sunshine and the cost is $13.99 each. There is no limit on Super Session.
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Thursday, May 18 - Oy Poivre Rye & Peppercorn Saison: a new collaboration beer with Whetstone Station in Brattleboro, VT.
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When you are driving along Route 73, the Brandon Mountain Road will take you through the National Forest and up and over one of the several gap roads in the state of Vermont. Just off this route, you may stumble across our small, family-run business.
Located along the Neshobe River, 79 Stone Mill Dam Road is home to a four-room bed and breakfast, a small boutique winery, and a nanobrewery that goes by the name of Foley Brothers Brewing.
We quietly brew about 15 to 21 barrels of beer every week, utilizing both Old and New World techniques. We like to use gravity when we can, and when we are moving beer along, we do so as gently as possible, from boil to bottle. We stir our own pots and hand bottle, cap and label each and every ounce that goes out. In doing this, we get three to four quality checks, for example minor issues concerning a label being a little askew, or a cap that didn't seal just right. These few bottles then move to the "sample" box, for family and friends to consume!
We bottle at least eighty percent of beer produced, the rest goes into logs and kegs for the tasting room and g.housen, our distributor. We have been partnering with g.housen for almost two years now, and their capability to service accounts all across the state has helped us continue to grow in this very competitive Vermont market.
For the last nine months, we have been big into fine-tuning our hoppy pale ales. Up at the brewery our focus is on freshness, and our goal is to finish our product at a pace which guarantees that the consumer gets our beer when it is as fresh as humanly possible.
Hunger Mountain Coop has been a supporter of Foley Brothers Brewing before we even had beer to sell! The support that The Coop feeds to small businesses like us is exactly what helps us thrive.
Thank you,
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I love to brew beer. I started this brewery in the basement of our home and have built three breweries to date. My favorite part of brewing is fermentation – watching those five gallons ferment as living yeast cells consume the sugars and finish the last stage in the brew process – for a home brewer glass carboys provide the best visual. The beer is alive with activity, you can see the hop particles rising, churning, and mixing while the gases escape – it is fantastic! With our 3,000-gallon tanks in our new brewery, I can no longer see the living beer in all its activity, but I still visualize this happening in the tank, only at a much larger scale.
I also love to brew with local ingredients when possible, including hand-picked spruce buds, Vermont maple syrup, organic pumpkins grown down the street, Vermont-grown hops, and even exotic ingredients like jasmine to create fresh treats for all to enjoy. Look for new beers with various local ingredients to come, and follow us on Facebook to keep in the loop.
In our third brewery, we are having a ton of fun brewing new beers such as a Kölsch, Single Hop Simcoe IPA, Saison, and Czech Pilsner. We also have a few delicious bourbon barrels aging our famous Vermonster beer as well as some Russian Imperial Stout.
During this 15-year exciting brew ride of fantastic beers, we have always strived to support local businesses and take care of the environment. Our philosophy has been to start in the town we brew in to purchase supplies. If not available, we search the State of Vermont, then New England and the border states. This helps our economy, and the environment, by not shipping long distances. Our grains from the brew process also feed local farmyards. Water and energy are conserved when cooling the boiling beer to room temperature with water and then saving that hot water for the next batch of beer. Throughout the brewing, we look for areas to save, recycle, and reduce while brewing tasty treats for all to enjoy!
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French luxury brand Louis Vuitton will open its first European airport shop at Heathrow's Terminal 5.
The luxury brand has been reducing the number of stores it has to keep the brand exclusive in the face of weaker sales growth but has signed up at Heathrow to promote its travel collection.
It said the T5 store would be dedicated to its "art of travel" ranges which include trunks and luggage and will open by Christmas.
Its first airport store opened at The Shilla Duty Free centre at Incheon International Airport in South Korea in 2011. Property agent Harper Dennis Hobbs advised Louis Vuitton on the Heathrow deal.
Louis Vuitton's parent LVMH will report its first half results today with analysts expecting an update on whether sales at its Louis Vuitton brand had improved.
It had suffered from falling sales growth amid claims some consumers thought the brand had become ubiquitous.
It has recently increased prices and introduced more exclusive and expensive handbags. John Guy, analyst at Berenberg, noted that search data from Chinese web services group Baidu, found Louis Vuitton remained the most sought after luxury brand in mainland China.
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1 day ticket validityStart time
Summer: 1000h (10:00am) – 2000h (8:00pm). Last entrance to Park 1730h (5:30pm)
Winter: 1000h (10:00am) to 1800h (6:00pm). Last entrance to Park 1530h (3:30pm)
Duration: 1 Day ticket validity
Directions to Forestal Park:
From the south on motorway TF-1
1. Leaving TF-1 in direction of La Laguna on motorway TF-2
2. Leave TF-2 in direction La Laguna and continue on TF-5
3. Leave TF-5 on exit 8B, in direction La Esperanza, El Teide
4. In the roundabout, take TF-24 in direction La Esperanza, El Teide
5. Continue on TF-24 until km 16, Las Lagunetas
From the north on motorway TF-5
1. Get on TF-5 in direction La Laguna
2. Take exit 9 in direction La Esperanza, El Teide
3. In the roundabout, take TF-24 in direction La Esperanza, El Teide
4. Continue on TF-24 until km 16, Las Lagunetas
Please report at the meeting point 15 minutes before the start time. This is mandatory to allow time for pre-departure briefing.
Leave the crowds behind and escape to the cool pine-scented greenery of Forestal Park in the north of Tenerife.
Set in the protected pinewood of La Esperanza among towering trees, this spectacular adventure park offers you the chance to do all kinds of exciting activities in a beautiful natural setting.The Park has activities for kids as well as lots of thrills for adults. You'll find a total of 90 different challenges, including platforms 30 meters above the ground and 11 long ziplines you can whizz along. Other exciting features include hanging bridges, gangways, tunnels, giant spider webs and a climbing wall.
A Forestal Park Ticket is your passport to a day of fun and adventure in the great outdoors.
The Park is located in the recreational area of Las Lagunetas, right in the heart of the National Park "Corona Forestal de El Teide" (Crown Forest).
This thrilling venue offers as many as 90 games on two different high rope courses: Family Course and Sports Course.
The Family Course is ideal for kids between 6 and 12 yrs old (minimum height 1m10/3ft45), with hanging bridges, tunnels, and many other games.
The Sports Course is a longer circuit with six parts, which offers the longest ziplines, a jump into a giant spider-web, a range of ziplines, and even a professional climbing wall.
In case you get hungry, there is a typical Canarian restaurant located at only 200m from the park, or if you wish to prepare food yourself, there is a public barbecue area is located in front of the Park.
At the end of the day you will need to find your own way back to your accommodation.
Your confirmed booking voucher acts as your ticket and gives you access to the attractions.
There are two different courses. The following conditions must be fulfilled for access:
Family Course: +6 years, no further restriction regarding age. Minimum height 1.10 m
Sports Course: +10 years, no further restriction regarding age. Minimum height 1.45 m.
Children under 18 must bring an authorization of their parents or legal guardians in order to participate in the activities. Furthermore, they must be accompanied by an adult at all times:
• Over 6 years: 1 adult for every group of 3 children.
• Over 11 years: 1 adult for every group of 10 children.
Accompanying persons, who are in charge of groups of under-18 year old children, must bring an authorisation of the father, mother or legal tutor of every child.
In order to participate in the activities, the necessary physical and psychological conditions must be fulfilled. It is recommended not to take part in the activities if your body weight is over 130 kg.
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