"Okay I don't see any problem with that." Said Nash, nodding. He turned to the recruits and said. "Okay. You all know Detritus. He is going to take over the rest of this training session.
"Yes Sir!" Chorused the recruits.
Nash turned and moved away from the recruits and picked up a towel. He wiped his forehead and moved into the changing room he stopped and looked back in time to see one of the recruits flying through the air and hitting the floor. He shook his head with a small laugh and moved into the shadowy coolness of the changing room.

The inside of the room was quiet, Nash smiled as he began to cool down. He walked past row upon row of lockers each with a brief description of the owner on the front. He stopped and looked at the locker in front of him it read:

Name: Nash Quinn.
Rank: Sergeant
Hair: Brown/Blonde
Eyes: Brown
Race: Human

He read the words and then opened the door, he took out another towel and used it to dry his hair and then ran it over his face and through his goatee beard. He was sitting in the quiet of the changing rooms, he breathed deeply and his lungs filled with the smell of home cooked food and his stomached rumbled loudly. He quickly changed clothes into civilian garb and moved out of the door into the street outside.

Outside, Nash closed the door to the Changing rooms and turned and looked about. As he did so He saw a light glint of metal form an alley opposite the guardhouse. Carefully he crossed the road.12 Looked about and darted round the corner and into the alleyway.

Constable Visit was doing the final proof read on the pamphlet in the quiet of the office. Every now and again he heard thuds and cheers from the training ground. He stood and walked around the desk and to the window. He looked out into the Busy Street.13 After a few seconds of watching the world he turned and looked away and moved back to his desk, but as he did so he heard a guttural scream come from the alleyway opposite the guardhouse. Visit ran outside shouted something at Detritus and soon they were both stood around the corner from the alley, Detritus with he hammer and Visit with his pamphlets.
"On three..." Said Visit. "One...two...." Detritus took off round the corner of the Alleyway with a loud shout. Visit shrugged looked up at the heavens shaking his head mouthing 'Why me?' and then moved round the corner of the alleyway. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the semi-light of the alley. He looked around, as his eyes grew wide in almost horror as he saw what was before him.... And under his breath he whispered..."In the name of the lord...what happened here?"

*****

Kylah looked angrily at Jhasi,
"I thought you said that you would make sure we'd be staying somewhere decent?" Jhasi shifted awkwardly,
"Erm, according to the Archchancellor, this is decent." Kylah stared gloomily at her surroundings,
"I suppose I'll have to put up with it. It was my idea to come....what's this place called?"
"The Mended Drum.....ye gods!...." The sentence ended abruptly, "what are they doing here...?" he muttered. "I have to go now Kylah, I've..just remembered something, I'll see you later."
"But..you've..." she shrugged and wandered over to the bar.

*****

Angua sat in Carrot's room watching the two almost lifeless figures. She noticed the atmosphere in the room change somewhat, and went over to them.
"Mr Vimes? I think they're getting worse?" Commander Vimes came into the room,
"What was that Angua?"
"Their breathing is getting shallower, sir, I'm getting worried."

*****

Seated in the Ankh-Morpork Curry Garden, Death, Ponder and Carrot regarded each other with veiled suspicion. Of the three, the two with the closest relationship were Death and Ponder, in that they had met before. Much to Ponder’s surprise, they were served immediately and without any sort of surprised reaction. Carrot, of course, was used to being served fast. When the meal came, Carrot tucked in and Death made his disappear just as fast. Ponder, however, picked at his food. Death looked absently out of the window.
“HMMM…” he mused.
“Sir?” asked Ponder
“I WAS WONDERING MR STIBBONS.”
“Yes…?” queried an equally fascinated and unnerved Ponder
“WHICH WORKS BETTER? DEATH’S BIDE-A-WEE? OR OLD MASTER DEATH’S HOLIDAY COTTAGE?” Ponder’s jaw dropped.

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12: The reason he took such great care to cross the road is that on recent occasion It hasn't just been the vehicles on the road that have caused the danger, sometime the road itself is the danger.. 'Pot holes the size of a large Cat' as most called them, or 'Troll Footprints' As Commander Vimes more accurately said.
13: Busy wasn't really the right word, There were only a few people out, but to Visit who preferred the solidarity of Worship, anything more than him and nice cup of coffee was busy.