Visit looked over the carnage of the alleyway, his eyes wide.
“Om preserve us.” He mouthed silently. The scene he surveyed was this. Carnage. Pure and simple. Dustbins were up ended, the litter scattered everywhere, and there was this thick green substance everywhere, there were bodies slumped into corners, upended in trashcans and one was even driven half way through the wall. They heard a groaning from the darkest shadows of the alley. Detritus went to investigate. Whilst Visit had a look at the Dead Bodies. He rolled them over and looked at them. Orcs! Huge green monstrosities with muscles the size of bowling balls and brains as dense as bowling balls. He placed a finger by a patch of the green substance and put a little onto his finger. He tested it by rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. Orcish Blood. He looked over at the bodies, and counted them. Six. Six dead Orcs.

Detritus reached the back of the alley. He looked about, his eyes used to the darkness as he originally lived underground. The groaning could still be heard. He looked about and found the source. Nash. Nash was sat slumped against a wall with a crossbow bolt sticking out of his shoulder. Detritus moved over.
“Nash, You alright?” Asked Detritus.
“I think so.” Replied Nash nodding “it’s just I have this huge crossbow quarrel sticking out of my shoulder.”
“Visit!!” Said detritus in a loud voice.15
“Yes?” Asked Visit running up behind him.
“Nash is hurt.” Said detritus pointing at the crossbow bolt in case Visit has missed it.
“Yeah and we got about half a dozen dead orcs back there.” Stated visit summing up the situation. He looked about and then saw Detritus’ confused look.
“What’s up Detritus?” He asked.
“What’s half a dozen.” Replied Detritus.
“Oh er, yes I forgot that Trolls counted differently…. I think you’d call it Many, Many.”16
“Excuse me.” Said Nash. “I don’t mean to butt in, but I seem to be loosing a lot of blood here……And I am in incredible pain.”
Constable Cheery Littlebottom sat in her laboratory. There were many bubbling test tubes and other glass implements. The door burst open and Visit stood there.
“Constable Visit….What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Come quick, one of our men is hurt.” Said Visit
“Dammit Visit! I’m a Policeman, Not a doctor.!!!!!” Said Littlebottom
“Just Come quick!” he said and hurtled off down the corridor. Cheery got her things together and headed off after Visit.

Back in the alley, Detritus looked round and saw one of the Orcs Moving. He turned and walked down the alley and grabbed the orc by the arm and lifted him into the air.
“W….whass goin’ on?” stammered the orc nervously.
“You shot one of our officers.” Stated Detritus.
“I did nuffin uv da kynd” Insisted the orc.
“Well we think it was you.” Said Detritus
“Fink awl yooo lyke, I did nuffin.” Said the Orc…….
“We’ll see about that.” Said detritus walking out into the street, still dangling the Orc by his arm like it was no lighter than a yo-yo. The Orc looked round panickedly as he tried to run away and his feet just wiggled in mid air.
“Ohhhhh Zog!” said the orc……….

*****

"OK men, let's go over what we know." Commander Vimes said and leaned heavily on the large, wooden table. On it rested several maps, one of Anhk-Morpork, one of the Discworld, along with various other objects. It was dark up at the top of the perimeter watchtower but it gave a clear view over the whole of the city and thus allowed Vimes and his men to point out anything that wasn't officially on the map. So far his men consisted of Nobby and Colon, everyone else was patrolling the city.
"OK, so, Angua decided to leave Anhk-Morpork, yes? And that was because..." Vimes recalled
"Because of fleas, sir" Nobby chipped in helpfully as he slumped against his halberd.
"Because of fleas." Said Vimes and pointed to a small, rather stunned flea in a small glass jam-jar. Exhibit A.
"What next, Fred?" Vimes leaned over the side and stared out at the city
"Well, that causes young Carrot to become depressed, sir. Young men act irrationally when depressed." Vimes stared at him.
"He stabbed that wizard, Ponder....something, Sibbons, that's it!"
"We don't know that, sir." Nobby replied "All we know is that it was Carrot's knife what done it" Nobby pointed to Exhibit B. Carrot's knife
"OK, point taken. Now what do we have? Carrot is lying in a coma in the watch house."
"It was the Archchancellor what shot 'im. Shouldn't we arrest 'im?" Nobby asked, revelling in the prospect of causing someone else more distress.
"Nobby, he was trying to kill one of the Archchancellor's senior staff, lets put it down to special circumstances. Now, while this is going on, Angua is gadding about the Ramtop Mountains, yes?" Vimes indicated Exhibit C, a small stuffed toy dog (this was supposed to represent Angua and had been Nobby's toy dog until Vimes had seized it. He nearly took pity on Nobby when he looked into his eyes while he tried to take it away, but then he noticed that in Nobby's locker were several of Vimes's socks. Nobby had offered to return them but Vimes dreaded to think what Nobby had them for and politely refused)

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15: The reason he didn’t shout? Well if drumming their fingers is like a 203mm Naval gun going off how loud would their shouting be?..Exactly!!!!
16: I think we all know the Trollish Method of counting by now don’t we? But for those of us uneducated in the ways of Trollish mathematics. Troll count like this. One, two, Three, Many. Many plus one, Many plus two, Many plus three, Many-many, Lots.