Well-'Comradeship Has Limits' was a joy to write, and people seemed to enjoy it, and I wanted to write another Watch fic, so...welcome to the sequel, and massive thanks to anyone who reviewed 'Comradeship' and made my day-I love reviews (hint, hint). The Watch are being sent on a team-building/management course. Let chaos commence...

None of this belongs to me, etc.

Vimes knew he was being punished. He just knew Vetinari was forcing him to go on this course because of the riot Nobby had caused last month. Vetinari had said that it had displayed the camaraderie within the Watch when under stress, and that it was desirable that members of the Watch co-operated better. Camaraderie

So they would all be sent off to a, a training camp. Together. It wasn't that Vimes didn't like his colleagues, it was just that he would rather not have to spend time learning 'to work as a team' with them. They would be living together, for Om's sake.

Vetinari had given him a choice, of course. He could go, or he could issue a public apology for Beti. In full ducal regalia. Vimes didn't call that a choice. He called it mental torture of the cruellest sort.

Now the Watch was boarding a coach which had been hired especially for the occasion. With Vimes, Carrot, Reg, Dorfl, Visit, Detritus, Angua, Nobby, Colon and Buggy Swires travelling in it, it was cramped to say the least. To say the most would take too long, but would involve comments on Detritus' sheer size Reg's unique but not necessarily entirely unpleasant odour, and Nobby's general unpleasantness.

Angua rolled her eyes at Vimes when he attempted to sit down in the inch of space left on the seats.

Carrot was not so disillusioned. 'How generous of Lord Vetinari to be funding our little trip away.'

Colon grunted. 'He made the traffic department cough up for most of it, actually. And a right dent in our budget it made, I'm sure I'll be completely unable to ensure the smooth running of Ankh-Morpork's roads now.'

'You never did that much Fred.'

'I tried sir. I tried. But when you work in traffic all you gets is abuse. From the public, from the people you fine, from your own colleagues sir.'

'Fred?'

'Yes?'

'Shut up.'

Colon looked wounded.

Just a quick introductory chapter, but the next will be better, longer and more like 'Comradeship Has Limits' I promise.