Chapter 15- A firm lust for power

2nd May, Battlefield Six, 10:26

"Driver! To point D8 please" Sarah ordered. The revving of the engine and force of movement followed very swiftly.

A couple of minutes later the tank stopped, having reached its designated point. Sarah looked out of her hatch and saw the pair of Cruisers, both of which had numbers on the front of them, following in the tracks of the Challenger.

With the microphone in one hand and her binoculars around her neck and her beret firmly in place, she gave orders for her plan of attack.

"Tank One, when I give the word you will go full speed to point C4. Tank Two, you will proceed to point A4. I'll be at point B1. We will encircle them as I believe they will head to the largest hill at B3," Sarah stated.

"Tank One. Roger. Understood."

"Tank Two. Affirmative."

Sarah looked at her phone, they had one minute left, she stared down at the phone waiting for it to click over to a fresh hour, 29 refreshed to 30 and Sarah signalled "Tank advance," over the radio and they moved off, splitting almost immediately.

The Cruisers galloped to their respective points. A hiss followed by voice quickly came over the radio. "Tank One, we have three tanks ahead of us in the stream at point B3!" Sarah was very shocked.

"Can you confirm the very thing you said?" she queried.

"Yes, all three tanks are just sitting there."

"At that point? Are they moving at all?"

"They are at B3 and are not moving," the Cruiser tank reported, possibly wondering how they could make this any clearer for Sarah.

Sarah just could not believe it. Shamrock seemed to be showing no tactical awareness whatsoever, being in such a poor, open spot.

"Zero to Tank One; stay hidden and keep an eye on them. Zero to Tank Two; go the long way around and get onto the hill behind them on B3, I'll move down to C5," Sarah commanded.

The Shamrock tanks continued to stay in the stream with all three guns pointing towards the St. Gloriana starting point.

"I have a visual on the tanks..." Jasmine added as she looked through her vision block, then moving back to her periscope. "... one click out."

"You can hit them, right?" Sarah added as the tank stopped slowly.

"Yep. Which one first?"

"In this particular case, I don't think it matters!" Sarah said. "Fire at will!"

2nd May, B Team tank sheds, 11:31

Back the B Team sheds, the majority of the Shamrock team were using the hoses and brushes of the tank wash station to scrub large amounts of red paint off their tanks.

"That was amazing Miss Breakfast!" Shannon praised Sarah.

"Er… thanks," Sarah said. Praise was one thing, but it was clear to her that Shamrock's training was woefully below what it should be. She was painfully aware that she had a battle to win with Shamrock as her ally and that was only a few days away.

There was a small raised office set one storey up in the corner of the hanger. It had a balcony and large windows so that those in there could survey the hangar's interior. Sarah climbed the stairs leading up to it with caution. Stairs were something that she was still not very good on, preferring to go up one step with her right leg and then bring her injured left leg up on to the same step, rather than going up one step with each stride as a normal person would. It was slower her way but at least it avoided having to bend and straighten her dodgy knee which was still giving her problems.

Finally she reached the balcony and looked down, paying particular attention to the Shamrock team. Some of them still looked starry eyed at all the tanks and kit that St. Gloriana had. Some of them looked downright resentful. Most of them just looked exhausted. Sarah realised this was probably the hardest day's training they had ever done.

"Shannon – could you join me in the office?" Sarah called down.

"Sure thing!" came the cheerful reply from below. Sarah opened up the door of the small office and went inside. Soon the fast clattering of boots on metal close behind only could only suggest one thing. Sure enough Shannon jogged into the office space. The office had a table in the middle between two chairs and a small sink with a kettle and a cupboard above on the other side, it looked more like a staff room than an office but Shannon wouldn't know the difference.

"Please sit down Shannon," Sarah said, gesturing with her hand towards the black plastic chair.

Shannon did what she was told, still with a beam on her face.

"So how do you take your tea?" Sarah asked.

"Tea... Well, to be honest I'm not of that type of lady," Shannon said, sounding a little awkward.

"More of a coffee girl, right?" Sarah asked with a smile, to try to put Shannon at ease for what was about to come. Shannon just gave a little nod.

Sarah waddled over to the kettle and began to brew her tea, while Shannon with one arm over the chair just watched Sarah in awe.

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret," She took a quick glance up at Shannon, whose head could seemingly not nod fast enough. "Not everybody at St. Gloriana likes tea when they first join. They soon get used to it though!" she said with a grin.

She took out a white mug from the cupboard above and began her tea making process by taking a tea bag out of a small tin which she kept in her inside pocket.

Shannon suddenly spoke up. "Say, what with girls that have a tea name here. Do they… I mean are they allowed… I mean… can they only drink the tea they're named after?!" she blurted out as Sarah lifted the kettle to pour boiling water into a white mug.

"No… that would just be a bit strict… and silly," Sarah replied. "Darjeeling... she likes the sweeter things in life, so she couldn't cope with any rule like that! We all drink different teas depending on the mood or the time of day. Some..." Sarah added with a whisper "…even have a secret stash of coffee!" Opening the cupboard she took out a round silver tin with the word 'COFFEE' plastered all over it and waggled it like an excited puppy's tail towards Shannon. Shannon gratefully accepted the offer and Sarah made one cup of instant coffee as well. She turned back to the tea, removing the teabag from the mug: the transparent water having turned into a golden brown. She added a little milk and some sugar again from inside the cupboard. She turned to Shannon and made her way back to her seat opposite Shannon, who sat on the other side of the table.

"So um? What did you want to have a chat about?" Shannon asked as she watched the steam from Sarah's brew slowly dissipate in front of Sarah's thin pale face.

Sarah looked down at the tea and had a small sip. She placed the mug down and made eye contact with Shannon, trying to read every emotion she could from her.

"When did you start Sensha-do?" Sarah asked carefully.

"We started about, um..." she looked to her fingers and counted "... a little bit after Ooarai won the tournament."

Sarah, a little confused why Shannon had used her fingers to count that, just carried on staring.

"What do you want to achieve?"

"To win the 64th tournament!" Shannon said defiantly.

"What was the last team you faced before coming here?" Sarah continued her questioning.

"We fought you guys about an hour ago and then ... that's been it," Sarah winced inside. She knew they were rookies but hadn't realised they were this raw. It wouldn't take three days but more like ten weeks or even more to get them up to even St. Gloriana B team standard.

"But we nearly had the chance to fight Kuromorimine, but sadly Erika Itsumi has been too busy to answer my emails, phone calls and mail that I send her on a daily basis," Shannon piped up.

"You have determination, don't you Shannon?" Sarah asked.

"I hope I do," she replied, a little perplexed.

"What if I was to say: Your school has no chance in hell of winning this coming battle or even getting through the qualifiers for the 64th tournament?" Sarah said flatly.

The words hit Shannon like a brick, every word was more painful than the last. "What! What do you mean?!" she gasped.

"I have been told that you want to win this match. And trust me I want to absolutely destroy Tarczay, for… personal reasons…" Sarah said, absent-mindedly rubbing the side of her face. "But we need to know our weakness," she continued. "At the moment Shamrock has to start pulling its weight," Sarah put it bluntly and to the point. She was feeling the raw power of what a commander would feel.

Shannon looked down at the table avoiding Sarah's eyes. Sarah knew she was upset; her dreams not only destroyed but put far, far out of reach for little old Shamrock.

"But this is why I am here. I want to help you anyway I can. If I have to dance an Irish jig in front of your team to build their moral, then I will, even with this damned bad leg of mine" she told the redheaded girl.

"What happened to your leg and arm anyway?" Shannon said in a quiet voice, possibly trying to change the subject.

"That's not important now. I want you to be the best commander you can be Shannon. But at this current stage we have not got a chance. So please help me. And I'll help you." Sarah looked out of the window and to the stores of tracks, spare wheels and many other bits and bobs around the garage floor. "St. Gloriana will do anything for her allies and we see Shamrock as one."

"Do you really mean that?" Shannon said with a little sniff of the nose at the end of her question.

"Yes, I believe so. And Orange Pekoe assigned me to help you. So that must mean something," she took another sip of her tea and looked back over to Shannon. She had sore red eyes, but a small smile was still present.

"I like you Shannon, but can I count on you as my vice-commander?" Sarah offered Shannon her good hand. "Through thick and thin?"

"I'm not so good with sayings but I know what you want," Shannon said with quiet determination. Sarah left her hand lifted in the middle of the table waiting for the hand shake. "You want my girls to give 100% and more, and I'll make sure they do."

"I'm sure they will." Sarah looked down to her hand and back up to Shannon's face, as if to indicate the hand being there.

"Oh! Sorry!" Shannon blurted. She correctly used her left hand to shake Sarah's good hand. Then she retracted her hand back to her space.

"I want to see what your tactics are like so I want you to close your eyes and to think." Sarah watched as Shannon did as instructed. Sarah explained the scenario to Shannon: "You're in an open field in your tank with both L-60s; you cannot contact me as the radios don't work. Also you're in an area where the enemy were last spotted. What do you do?"

Shannon opened her eyes and looked back to Sarah. "Well... um... I'm not sure... We play it safe and stay still not moving?" she answered back with a fair helping of confusion smothered all over her words.

"Would you scout the area?" Sarah queried.

"Yes! Yes! I would do that!" she said as if Sarah had turned on a lightbulb in her head.

"Are you sure? What if this was an ambush for you?" Sarah probed.

"I... guess you're right... what should I have done?" Shannon said a little low tone.

"What I would do would base my decision on my last set of orders. If you were to set up an ambush, you would set up an ambush. So Shannon you were not wrong in your assessment of the situation," Shannon's small smile instantly grew in size; there must have been more smile than face.

"I want you to be smart. Look for places where you could be ambushed or set one up. If you see tracks treads on the ground, hear engine noises, the rattle of tracks and you know you're the only troop of tanks there, you know it's an enemy," Sarah patiently explained.

"Miss Breakfast thank you so much I will! I will! I will!" she chirped as she stood and started skipping out of the office.

"I still had so much to tell her…" Sarah sighed, looking into down into the mug with her tea still hot.

3rd May, Public bathing house 21:14

It had been a long and arduous day of training for Sarah. She had set up workshops with B team gunners teaching Shamrock gunners. Drivers teaching drivers, and tank commanders teaching tank commanders. As was expected, most B team teachers were hitting their heads against a brick wall. Again another battle was fought, and again Shamrock, paint-covered, rolled back to the sheds. The only small glimmer of hope was that of Shamrock's Churchill; the crew seemed competent and after finally being given the green light to fight in practice match they had been the only Shamrock tank to hit an enemy.

Not wanting to go back to Darjeeling's apartment just yet, Sarah sat in the empty changing room of the bathing house. She very rarely ever came here, but Teapot had recommended it to her as Sarah was being to show signs of fatigue. Sarah was hesitant as per usual. She had been before with her crew and even Rosehip had joined them with all the chaos it invariably caused. But being naked around other girls didn't make her feel really relaxed at all. Come to think of it, she remembered when she first went to the baths all that time ago, Darjeeling was definitely giving her looks and this was only a month of her arriving at St. Gloriana.

Teapot suggested going at a later time as nobody really went to the bathing house after eight o'clock. She even said "It will be the best relaxation you will ever have." It won Sarah over.

Now was the best time to have another go, to put her mind at rest after having a mental marathon still to overcome with the Shamrock problem. After taking off her boots (one uniform, one medical!), she grabbed a towel, entering the foggy bathroom with ginger footsteps. The bathhouse seemed deserted, which was how Sarah suspected, and secretly hoped it would be. The St. Gloriana girls were most likely getting an early night before the match tomorrow, while those of Shamrock were probably causing mayhem somewhere.

The light sound of stream rising greeted her. She took off her towel, leaving it on the side, and went to sit in a small hot bath where she finally relaxed. She slowly closed her eyes, but her mind, however, didn't seem to want to rest. 'Do we have all tanks ready? Have we got all the ammunition stored?' But the most important question was: 'Can we beat Tarzcay? Even with the tanks they have?'

The warmth of the bath began to take over, as it began to ease her into slowly dozing off into slumber.

Her semi-doze was interrupted by the sound of the sliding door leading from the changing rooms opening and closing again

"Um... who's there?" Sarah said as she yawned her pin curls in her hair slowly unwinding in the rich moisturised air as she looked towards the door.

A slender figure came vaguely into view through the mist.

"It's ... um... Clare. From Shamrock school," a voice said.

"Oh Clare. I'll leave then, you've had a busy and stressful day today, I don't want to make it even worse," Sarah said as she leaned over to grab her towel.

"Oh no, please, it's me who is disturbing you," the voice said. "I can get a shower back at the accommodation; it's OK..."

"No no, I mean you're our guest here. Please stay."

"How about we both stay?" Clare came more fully into view and Sarah saw her fully uncovered slim, fit frame of a body, having presumably left her towel on the pegs at the back of the bathhouse.

Sarah instantly looked away looking down into the water. "So the bath over there should be on," She pointed her good arm outstretched as far as it could go to the left. "If not you can have this one... I'll be leaving in a bit..."

"Um... thanks," Clare said, sensing Sarah's awkwardness. She was about to move off in the direction of the other bath but then stopped and turned back to face Sarah.

"I just wanted to say thank you, Miss English, for all the hard work you are putting in for us. I know it can't be easy. And I know that working with Shannon can be... a bit draining. But she gives everything her all and is really dedicated to the team." She added to help ease the mood.

"Thanks," Sarah said a little reluctantly. "Shannon does give everything which is a very promising sign of a good commander..." She just kept looking down into the water. "So… um hows the Churchill? Better than the L-60?"

To Sarah's slight embarrassment, it seemed that Clare didn't find anything unusual or awkward about standing stark naked in front of her team commander while discussing tanks.

"The Churchill is good - far better than anything we have. I am trying to see if our school budget will be able to afford one for us next year. Even if it could, it would only be a Mark Three most likely, whereas we would of course rather have a Mark Seven like St. Gloriana's main team. But even a Mark Three will supplement our team so much..."

"I'll know it might not be much but I'll try and see if we could gift Shamrock a Churchill Mk One or at a heavily discounted price... only if we win of course," she added with a light chuckle, still not making eye contact with Clare's body.

"Oh thank you, thank you, that would be so kind. Honestly, we need all the help we can get!" Clare said as she bowed to Sarah. Sarah was quite frankly starting to find it quite weird that Clare was just standing in front of her with no clothes on, as well as being conscious of the fact that Clare might be getting rather cold.

"I know the room is warm but … you know. I don't want you to freeze there," she mumbled.

"May I?" Clare replied, dipping her toe into the tranquil liquid with its ripple hitting Sarah's body.

"Sure sure be my ..." Sarah confirmed, trying her best not to sound a little nervous.

Clare slowly stepped into the hot water without waiting for any further answer.

Sarah gave a shy smile and a nod and shifted along the submerged bench seat that ran down the side of the bath. As she pushed herself with her injured left leg she felt a sharp pain and a grinding sensation in her bad knee and gave a yelp and screwed her face up against the pain.

"Should I get a doctor?" Clare said looking rather concerned.

"No no, it's fine. This damned knee just likes to play up every so often."

"You really need to rest. That shouldn't happen otherwise it'll get worse rather than better. My ex-girlfriend broke her leg and she needed a lot of physiotherapy before it was back to normal. You need to be careful Miss English!"

"You sound like Darjeeling..." Sarah covered her mouth with her hand just after she spoke, wishing she hadn't said what she did. She'd also noticed that Clare had referred to an ex-girlfriend, rather than boyfriend.

Claire gave a quizzical glance towards Sarah.

"I have not met Darjeeling myself but I hear she is a very able commander. So I take it she is very caring about her team too?" Clare asked.

"Yeah... She is a very good commander; she listens to even lower-ranked commanders like me even when I couldn't speak Japanese. She does care for others, which is why she keeps telling me to look after myself, whenever I bump into her a school," Sarah lied. "But she can be someone not to get on the wrong side of. And I should know."

"Oh!" Clare giggled an infectious giggle which made Sarah smile even though she didn't know why. "That sound like there's a story attached to that comment?" Clare fished.

"It's really not that good of a story; it's really long and boring. She just got angry at me once for me speaking English over the radio,"

"So as the commander of the B team, do you get to work with Darjeeling much?" Clare asked, unaware of Sarah's true position within the St. Gloriana hierarchy.

"Well, I never had the chance to be the commander of the B team, I just did bits and bobs really. I worked more with Rosehip and did the odd plan or two but nothing more than that..." Sarah said not wanting to get any deeper and gloat.

Clare looked confused. "But... you're the commander for this joint match?"

Sarah sighed. "Well... I am actually the vice-commander for the A Team, but Orange Pekoe asked me to look after you girls for this match" she explained.

Far from being disappointed, Clare looked impressed. "Wow, I didn't know that" she said. "I was told the vice commander was a girl called R... Ruk... Rukuriri, I think it was. But nice to meet you Vice-Commander English!" She held out her right hand for Sarah to shake.

Blushing, Sarah awkwardly shook Clare's hand using her left one. "I am sorry," she said. "My arm is still healing, and..."

"Oh no, it's me who is sorry Miss English" Clare apologised. "But, may I ask... what happened to you? Everyone in Shamrock is curious. Most say it was an accident during some amazing tank match… but... there is a rumour that you lost some sort of fight... what really happened, if it's OK to ask?"

"It's not important really. But if you want to make up a cool story about how I got my injuries I wouldn't mind. Some say I killed an acid blooded alien in an airlock in space. And after that had to fight them again but a ton of them, with me leading some space marines," Sarah joked rather nonchalantly. Claire getting the film reference laughed a little. "But all that really matters is that I'm fighting fit and fully able to lead the team that's all that really matters."

"I am sure you are Miss English! After all, your bad leg is nothing compared to one of our gunners. She lost her leg in an accident in her childhood but she still takes part in Sensha-do. Even though her leg is missing from... there." Clare altered her position in the water to raise one of her slender legs almost entirely out of the water and indicated a position on her thigh. Sarah could feel herself blushing again as she looked at Clare's long and shapely leg. Sarah had to admit, Clare did have nice legs. Even nicer than Darjeeling's… Sarah nearly slapped herself for thinking such a thought, but luckily Clare didn't seem to have noticed anything unusual. Clare's friendly and intelligent brown eyes suddenly gazed straight at Sarah. "If your bad leg is hurting you after today, perhaps you'd like me to give it a rub? I have been studying sports massage techniques as that's the job I want to do in the future, so I'd be very happy to help!" she unexpectedly offered.

"Ummm. Well... um.." She said a little flustered.

"Please, I insist. You seem a little tense. If your body is not relaxed it can cause more problems in the future. Trust me a back massage is the best place to start as the spine is the most important part of the body with the spinal cord," Clare turned around pointing to her back along the shoulder line. "I'll massage the rhomboid minor, and if you allow me maybe down to the thoracolumbar fascia." She pointed to her bottom of her back just above her bottom.

Feeling that it would be rather a rude gesture to say no. Sarah gave a light nod and turned around relaxing her crossed arms on the edge of the bath. Clare cupped both her hands taking out some hot water, then releasing it onto Sarah's back. "What I am doing is letting the back muscles relax causing it to loosen and secondly water is a good lubricant," she explained.

"I see…" Sarah said a little nervously. "If someone sees this. What if they told Darjeeling?" she thought to herself. Clare, as light as a feather, put her hands on Sarah's back. Her movements with her hands were so light and tranquil, it was making Sarah slowly but surely head to the realm of sleepdum.

"Miss Breakfast… Miss English Breakfast?" Sarah heard as light went back into her eyes, feeling someone tapping her shoulder. Her head was now resting on her crossed arms. She turned around sinking back into the water only her face sticking out of the water. "Are you okay; you seem a little tired?"

"Did... did I fall asleep?" Sarah added with a yawn.

"I think so,"

"How long were you massaging me for?"

"About an hour"

"An hour! Crap I need to get back!" Sarah said in a panic she jumped up. Clare got a full view of Sarah's baby suit. Sarah, quickly feeling embarrassed, covered up her private areas and Clare turned away, not wishing to look.

"Sorry Miss Breakfast, I didn't mean to look I just didn't expect you to get up so quickly," Clare said, looking down at the water. Sarah jumped out of the bath and headed to the changing room. But she stopped for a second - her back and even her leg felt a lot better after that massage.

"Maybe in the future, could you give me another one? If you give me your number maybe? I'll pay if you..." Sarah asked wishfully.

"Sure sure. I'll give it to you tomorrow," Clare added still facing the away giving Sarah a thumbs up.

With schoolwork and the additional task of training the loons from Shamrock School for Girls, Sarah's days had become very busy. She determined, however, that the evening before the match should be a special one, as other than the match itself, which was in the early afternoon, the following day was free for her.

She returned to Darjeeling's apartment from the bathhouse expecting that she'd be the first back, knowing that Darjeeling had a late exam, and so she wasn't surprised to find the place empty and in darkness. She turned the lights on and went into the bedroom, where she picked out one of her vintage dresses; a black one with a floral pattern on silver on it, and laid it out on the bed.

She spent some time drying and styling her hair until it was just the way she wanted it.

She put on some fresh, lacy underwear, but elected not to wear a bra, as she knew Darjeeling liked it when she did that. She then tried to squeeze herself into her dress. She never remembered it being that tight. Looking in the mirror, Sarah was forced to acknowledge that she'd piled on a few pounds, what with her limited ability to exercise and all the takeaways that she and Darjeeling shared. Darjeeling always seemed to be exactly the same size and shape, but the same could not be said of herself. Her hips and backside were certainly chunkier than they had been at the start of term and she could also see the beginnings of a 'spare tyre' around her middle.

"Ugh!" she said to herself in disgust. "No more takeaways, fatty!" Except for tonight, that was. Tonight, she and Darjeeling would have fish and chips - Darjeeling's favourite - then spend the evening on the sofa watching a romantic film, and then to bed and Darjeeling's warm embraces. The diet could start tomorrow. She struggled into the dress and finally got the zip closed. She would have liked to have worn a heeled shoe, but this wasn't currently possible for her. Nonetheless, she found a smart but cute velvet ballet pump for her good foot, practical but stylish at the same time. She even decided to leave her sling off as her previously injured arm was feeling much better.

The front door opened and closed and Sarah called out a greeting to Darjeeling. She emerged from the bedroom and asked how the exam had gone.

"Well, I think I aced that!" Darjeeling replied with a big smile, walking past Sarah into the main room. "But I need to do work for the one tomorrow."

She sat down at the table, pulled various books and papers toward her and immediately began working.

Feeling a little snubbed not to have even got a comment on her looks, Sarah moved to stand next to her girlfriend.

"What would you like for dinner?" she asked. "We could have…"

"There's some soup in the kitchen; we'll have that. It won't take long to heat up once I'm done," Darjeeling said.

"Alright," Sarah meekly agreed, although somewhat surprised.

She circled round behind Darjeeling and put one hand on her shoulder.

"You're feeling very tense," she commented. She began to squeeze Darjeeling's shoulder and rub her shoulder blade. "Perhaps I could…"

"Uh-uh-uh!" Darjeeling cut her off, wagging a finger as a warning to stop. "Sorry I have quite an aversion to shoulder massages now - a bad experience once!"

"Okay," Sarah said. She moved away, and began to tidy the flat up so it would be neater for their soup supper later. Darjeeling was usually a very organised person, but there were still some books and other items that could be put away.

The carpeted floors of Darjeeling's apartment only did so much to muffle the alternating dull 'THUD' of the heavy medical boot on Sarah's left leg, and it was not long before Darjeeling looked up from her work.

"Can't you stop moving around?!" she asked, sounding annoyed.

"I am tidying up!" Sarah protested.

"Do it later!" Darjeeling snapped. "Look," she sighed. "Why don't you just watch some TV, quietly, until we're ready to eat?"

"Fine!" Sarah huffed, moving to the sofa and lowering herself onto it. She eased her bad leg up and plonked it down on the coffee table.

"Don't put that on there please my dear," Darjeeling said, not looking up from her notes.

Sarah rolled her eyes and resumed a more normal seating position.

So, with the television on so low that she could barely hear it, Sarah sat and waited for Darjeeling to finish her revision.

4th May, Darjeelings apartment, 06:20

Sarah was feeling fired up for the match although still a little disappointed about how last night had not gone according to her plan. Darjeeling, no doubt stressed with her exams, had eventually mellowed and they had watched a film before bed. Their subsequent love-making, however, had been an extreme disappointment for Sarah as even that had not gone to plan. She didn't wear her knee brace in bed and when, in the throes of passion, she had straightened her leg, she had suffered that awful crunching, grinding sensation that made her cry out in pain. After that, Darjeeling said the mood had been killed and so rolled over and went to sleep, leaving Sarah alone and frustrated until she too was able to fall asleep. With no outlet for her pent up feelings, she was still feeling frustrated that morning, although trying not to let it affect her concentration on the upcoming match, which she knew would be a tough one.

AN: Wow just had a look and it's been a year since we started this story, it's been a fun ride. As you can imagine Covid has really slowed down the story but the good news is, more is to come! Also P.s: A massive thanks to Hauptman for letting us use his great school Tarczay High School cheap his stuff out!