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her work experience week at Lancastrian Lines. In shipbroking she’s accustomed to repeat business. Ships’ Pursers always want “the same thing as last time”. Food, water, firewood, detergent and so on. Whereas at Lancastrian Lines, an order processing clerk has to work with ever changing manifests. Copper, lumber, oats, sugar, oranges, sheep, and even llamas!

Right now KristalClear has no idea what’s going on and she wants Conning to explain the whole background to the llama story.

So far, her demi-psychic powers haven’t worked on the human wavelength, but right now a bit of extra insight would definitely help. Especially when people like Conning start talking in riddles.

Determined to remain calm and polite, KristalClear looks directly at Conning, narrows her eyes, and lightly pushes her tongue into her left cheek, then ventures a suggestion.

“Two things,” says KristalClear, “are they alongside St George’s Quay right now, can I go and try talking to them? And, it’s the first time I’ve ever heard of people shipping llamas, what’s that all about?”

“It seems that llama farming isn’t a big business success story,” says Conning. “There’s a farm near Conwy which has been trying to sell their six. They finally found a buyer in Carlisle who wanted ten. And you know HopAlong in Ulverston?”

“Yes, he used to run a stable and a stud,” says KristalClear, “ I went there once when I was about ten, but he stopped doing horses didn’t he?”

“And then he started breeding llamas!” says Conning, “but one of his llamas died in June, and now he’s decided to sell the other three and call it a day. He wants to retire.”

“Do farmers ever retire? Couldn’t he start breeding horses again, he knows the market?”

“Just some chickens and a few goats from what I hear. Don’t all farmers do that in their later years?” asks Conning, “just enough to have a supply of eggs and milk?”

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Chapter 4
In Philosophical Mood

According to Lancastrian Lines, money makes the world go round! That’s their informal strap line. It’s a stark reality too. It might not be written down in their annual report, but it’s widely said by the owners and all the staff. The trouble is that Lancastrian Lines has to move goods around the Irish Sea in order to make the money that makes the world go round, and that risks altercations with the pirates.

Freight Conwy has the same problem, along with all the other cargo companies operating out of Amlwch, St Patricks Town, and Douglas .

Lancastrian Lines is involved in making money, literally. They have the contract to ship copper from Amlwch to Rhuddlan, and then ship freshly minted coins to Wolfland. These are the ships that the pirates most want to intercept. For this reason, coins are moved according to an irregular and unpredictable pattern.

—o—

“Six llamas?” asks KristalClear.

“No, nine llamas,” says Conning, “six llamas left Conwy on Friday and should be here in Lancaster by now. They’re going to Ulverston tomorrow where there are three more to collect, and then they’re all going to Carlisle.”

“Yes, obviously!” says KristalClear sarcastically, “why are you shipping nine llamas to Carlisle?”

“The other one died. That’s why they’re not getting ten!”

Normally, Conning works a few part time hours as an order processing clerk at InfiniDash, her parents’ shipbroking company. They provision all sorts of ships, and claim to offer an infinite range of supplies. They promise to deliver faster than any of their competitors, and as a result they’ve built a good reputation.

With the help of family connections Conning is spending

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A fox can move remarkably fast, but a large German Shepherd Dog, bounding in massive strides, is faster. So fast in fact, that Tolstoy can’t slow down properly to arrest the fox. It’s extremely rare that he gets to do what he was trained for, and in any case his training was to immobilise fully grown humans, not to catch a fox one quarter his size.

Adjusting his stride to make contact with the fox, Tolstoy brings his left front paw down onto the fox’s left shoulder. Both KristalClear and TedTalker are running as fast as they can in the hope that they can save the fox from a mauling. KristalClear is still determined to try to communicate with the fox.

The fox loses its footing, falls to the right, and drops something from its mouth. Tolstoy flies over the top of the fox and continues on for a further three or four metres before managing to turn around in a cloud of dust.

In a most inelegant, unfoxlike manner, the fox scrambles back to its feet and makes a dash for the narrow passage beneath the fence.

Momentarily, Tolstoy’s attention is distracted by something else scurrying away.

Quickly, renewing his focus on the pursuit of the fox, Tolstoy reaches the fence just as the fox’s tail disappears.

« Tedious creatures, foxes, » thinks Tolstoy, « not like proper canines at all! »

            Due to all the flying dust, KristalClear and TedTalker can’t see exactly what’s happening, but they can see enough to realise that the fox has escaped.

Tolstoy is no longer interested in the fleeing fox. Looking to his left, then down at his feet, he looks around and then up again, and to his left once more. He sees the rat disappearing through the mesh in the fence and running off into the scrubland.

KristalClear and TedTalker are pretty sure they saw a rat too, just before it vanished. They reach the spot where all the commotion occurred. They praise and cuddle Tolstoy whilst at the same time inspecting the ground in front of them.

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« Hello Pretty! You’re up early aren’t you? »

« Hello Tolstoy, we’re looking for foxes this morning. If we see one, please keep quiet, I want to see if I can get on the right wavelength. »

Climate change has meant that daily temperatures in Lancaster can be around 30 to 40°C. Although in the early morning it’s generally much cooler, and it can sometimes be as low as 15°C. Today it’s a comfortable 19° with a cloudless sky. The only trace of noise is the abundant birdlife with its excited chirping.

KristalClear is wearing her customary blue jeans and white T shirt. Wisely, she’s chosen to wear a lightweight, windproof kagoul, and her usual riding boots.

Within the Garrison compound there’s not much grass, mainly hard baked earth, but where there is greenery there’s a hint of early morning dew and the grass is giving off a mild aroma.

Some staff are already at work near the kitchen, although generally it’s quiet. TedTalker, Tolstoy and KristalClear set off for the row of huts which includes the Innovation Lab. Walking along the inside of the perimeter, with a high fence on their left and a sizeable space to their right, it’ll be obvious if anybody, or anything, wants to move between the fence and the huts.

A wood pigeon finishes delivering its regular fanfare, and the only sound now is Tolstoy panting lightly. They walk slowly and silently, listening for traces of any movement.

Equally silent, a fox emerges from beneath one of the huts, looking the opposite way, and then glancing towards the patrol.

Instinctively Tolstoy yaps, and the fox dashes off. The fox is a bit too far away for them to tell if it was definitely at the Innovation Lab, or at one of the other huts. Everything is happening too fast to take it all in.

“Bang goes my chance,” thinks KristalClear. “and I didn’t detect anything on the wavelengths apart from Tolstoy thinking something like wow playtime!”

TedTalker has let Tolstoy off the leash already.

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“Tom is working on bone composites for limbs and risers. We’ve received some interesting llama bone for the first time. It’s not as brittle as the others. Jerry has been shaping and polishing some of that to make new slimline arrow heads like these ones.”

“My personal pet project is the multi dimensional clockwork engine. These small bits here are the graceful cantilever springs, dampening the interference between each individual motor.”

“They don’t look like springs at all,” says CandiCrush, “they look like teaspoon handles!”

“Springs don’t have to be coiled,” replies BarmyWaffle, “think of the leaf springs attached to the axle of a wagon.”

Walker is more concerned with the task in hand, “have Tom and Jerry had things stolen?”

“Yes! Jerry was the first one to notice. Unintentionally he left a batch of six bone arrow heads on the bench one night. The next morning there were just five. It could be a counting error though. The remaining bits of the femur had been locked away, but he couldn’t be sure how much of it had been cut and turned into tips. His work diary says he made six that day, and he’s usually right. It’s a minor thing though, it’s not like he left six swords on his bench and lost a sword!”

TedTalker suggests, “do it again tonight. Deliberately leave six of those on the bench. Tomorrow we’ll check if they’re all still there. I’ll work the early shift tomorrow, so that I can keep an eye on things. Tolstoy might complain, but we’ll get more time off later.”

“Can I join you? What time?” asks KristalClear.

“Early shift starts at 06:00 so you’d have to be here at 05:45 for parade. If your parents are happy with that?”

“I’m sixteen now!” she says indignantly, thinking that sixteen is old enough to be making these decisions.

“But you said parade? You parade at 05:45?”

“Parade is a pre work briefing in the picquet post, that’s all. Not the sort of parade you’re thinking of. There’s no marching or shouting involved!”

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it has a shallow pitched roof which slopes just enough to handle the monsoon rains.

Coated with a light covering of tan creosote, the hut looks exactly the same as the other buildings. All of them have doors and windows fitted with heavy duty, secure wire mesh on the inside.

What’s different about the Innovation Lab is that the secure wire mesh is everywhere, even where it can’t be seen. It runs inside the centre of the double skinned walls, within the double skinned floor, and throughout the double skinned roof. If the building had no wood or glass, then it would look like a giant Faraday cage.

The interior of the lab resembles a weird type of classroom or workshop. One set up for a mix of woodwork and metalwork, though with an occasional ordinary desk. The unmistakeable smell of creosote on the outside gives way internally to a smell of silicon carbide from the angle grinder discs, mingling with a fainter smell of light machine oil.

The store room at the far end looks like a wire prison cell, or a smaller Faraday cage inside the larger Faraday cage. Across the back wall there are metal cabinets with heavy duty locks, and there’s one enormous cast iron safe. It’s neither a sheriff’s office nor a wild west bank, but it would look completely at home in a Western. The only bit that looks obviously scientific is the fume cupboard.

“This place is totally secure,” says BarmyWaffle, “and we operate a clear desk policy. At the end of every working day all the valuables are locked away. My own workbench, like all the others is cleared. The tools are cleaned and put back in the cabinets. My desk is cleared, and the only things left out are small items like my stapler, pencil sharpener, and rubber. I’ve lost four pencil sharpeners this year. No idea why!”

The two technicians pause to watch the visitors. They recognise all of them, though they only know KristalClear as the stable hand. BarmyWaffle introduces them, and then points towards a crossbow on the workbench as he explains more.

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of wild food beyond the perimeter. They don’t need to break into places to nick our hardware!”

“Besides,” says Walker, “there’s no evidence of any holes in the building.”

TedTalker adds, “we know that the foxes can dig under the perimeter fence occasionally, but the only time they go anywhere near a building is when the back door of the kitchen is open. They know there’s food in there.”

The smile on CandiCrush’s face vanishes as quickly as it appeared. KristalClear turns to Tolstoy again.

« I’ve never talked to a fox. They’re canines aren’t they? Have you ever talked to one? »

« Never! They might be canines, but they’re odd. They have retractable claws just like felines. They’re omnivores like rodents. And they always bark like they’ve just sat down on a drawing pin! They’re not proper canines. »

« When do you see them on site? »

« Just after sunrise. Usually. »

« 06:00. »

« Oh six what? »

« Sorry, human speak, just a mo … »

Scanning everybody, making eye contact with each one of them in turn, and then turning her attention to the military policeman, KristalClear says, “Ted, I need to talk to one of the foxes!”

She bends down, strokes Tolstoy’s head, and gives him a warm cuddle.

« See you later Tolstoy! »

« See you later Pretty! »

Having watched them approach, BarmyWaffle opens the door of the lab and invites them in. Tolstoy stays outside by his bowl of water.

Like all of the wooden huts in this part of the Garrison, the Innovation Lab sits slightly elevated on short supports above the dry, sandy ground. It’s functional and austere, built purely for practicality rather than comfort. Twice as long as it is wide,

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out this building. It looks the same as all the others. And this is the only building that’s being raided, and it’s always small bits of kit! Weird!”

CandiCrush comments, “it can’t be an outsider either! They know even less about the Garrison than the locals. And anybody who spends time doing a recce would have been detected by the dogs.”

KristalClear tunes in on the wavelength again.

« Tolstoy, what have you seen? »

« Extra work with no extra rewards! »

« No, I mean unusual activity. You, or Milton, or Dickens. Have none of you seen anything strange? »

« We’ve seen extra work all round and less play! I’ll ask them though, you can ask them yourself when you get the chance. »

« You mean no humans with odd behaviour? »

« They march up and down a lot on the parade square! And then they end up back where they started! That’s not odd, that’s stupid! »

« And what other animals do you see? »

« Horses, goats and chickens of course. They live here! Some birds come and go. Some rabbits can get through the fences, and sometimes foxes too. Although, I don’t see foxes very often. »

« Foxes? When was the last time you saw a fox? »

« This morning. Happens every day now. Never used to! »

« Just a second …  »

“Tolstoy says he’s seen more fox activity lately. Could it be them?”

Everybody looks at KristalClear, then at Tolstoy, and then at KristalClear again. CandiCrush begins to smile, and as she thinks more about it, her smile grows bigger. Constable Walker doesn’t know what to think, although TedTalker is already doubting the theory.

He strikes it down with, “how would they get into the lab? And what would they want bone for anyway? There’s plenty

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Chapter 3

On The Canine Wavelength

« Hello Tolstoy! »

« Hello Pretty! »

After many interactions with the pretty, young girl who comes to visit sometimes, Tolstoy has worked out that his name is Tolstoy. Although, he still can’t figure out the naming convention which the humans use for themselves. Because none of the other humans talk to him!

Yes, they might vocalise sounds, but that’s not the same thing as being on the wavelength. Only KristalClear can do that. And she’s pretty! So in effect that’s her name when she’s communicating on the canine wavelength.

« How are things? »

« My handler’s been a bit hyperactive lately. »

« Why? What’s up? »

« No idea! He’s been going around talking to all the humans. He keeps going in and out of that big kennel over there. »

Tolstoy looks directly at the Innovation Lab.

KristalClear looks at Constable Walker, “what do we know?”

“Nothing. And if we did know something, we couldn’t share it with you anyway! Ted has been round almost all the personnel, and there’s not a single lead to go on. They’re all squeaky clean.”

TedTalker chips in, “that’s no surprise really, everyone who works here, military, civilian, even part timers like you Kristal, they’ve all been vetted. The Garrison is vital to the stability of Wolfland. Everybody on site is sound.”

Constable Walker ponders, “well if it’s not an inside job, then who else would be able to get into the lab, and leave again, undetected? You said there’s always two staff who cross check the windows and doors are left securely locked each night?”

TedTalker continues, “we’re all baffled! It can’t be one of the locals, none of them know enough about the lab to single

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