Leggings out to get some light...

A dark morning doomed, and the International Destroy Team sipped tea by straws whilst their next move on the game board.

"It's no good," said the beautiful blonde remorsefully, "If we do that - we'll look really really bad."
"Ya," agreed Woolfgang padding around the room, "No point to that at all. It only makes our position far worse..."  He picked his nose absent-mindedly.  

"What can we get on her now?" asked the blonde sharply, "What's she done?"  They huddled together in the Captain America tent to discuss what they knew... what we mustn't know...

After a brief discussion with lots of buzzing in the background.  It transpired that they  had no new information.  And had forgotten a lot of this book I keep on writing.
"The only thing is," said Woolfgang suddenly, "She mustn't catch on too quick this time...  Makes things so much harder..."

"We're moving the families about," insisted the Blonde, "She won't know who we are using or where."
I heard the muffled sounds of a captive crying to the back of the IDT's.  "Hey!" I said patching my way across the distance as quietly as possible.  "Hey Maria!  What's going on?"
"I don't need your help," Maria muttered, "I"m far cleverer than you are!"
"You sound very upset." I said, "Are you a captive?"
"No," Maria said positively.
 
It was a bone crunching moment.  She was exactly the same girl I had known up in Scotland, when her father Dr. Doom, had taken over Philip P's dad position as headmaster of the school.  I knew if I kept on, she'd be spitting at me... 

"You know that course you're on," she went on spitefully,"I'm going to ace it!"
"Cool!" I said.  

Other people went into the room. Muddled conversation.  
"It isn't really fair!," Maria objected sadly.  She suddenly sounded beaten.
"Why?" a man said, "It's not if they can object."
"She isn't in the experiment," said Maria, "Taken herself off the list."
I knew she was trying really really hard, and she was terrified.

He snapped.  "You knew the rules when you took the job of Assistant Psychiatrist!"
Madder and madder, March Hare!  I now knew the real reason I couldn't get a job as one.  Mind you I was turned down for a post of a trolley dolly on the trains as well.  I console myself with the knowledge that they really don't know what they missed out on!  I could hear Maria quietly muffling sobs.  I think she's way too deep in something nasty.  Can anyone get her out?
 
I went and had a cup of tea. It was beginning to warm up outside.  I reviewed the knowledge I had.  It wasn't so much!  I decided to go shopping on the coach to pick myself up.  It's always good to get out.  Feel the breeze.  Listen to the birds...   something has to give....

Later I knew something was going on.  Apparently some people are puzzled as to the reality of the woman from the 'concentration camp' moving into the Hingham area.  Complete with caravan of course.  

One resourceful person had spotted my markings and knew the score.  I can see this is
going to be hotly contested.