Description: In the aftermath of the attack on UN Headquarters, the seeds for the new Special Forces Martial Arts Program are planted, as Charlie meets up with two new prospectives in Captain Zach Glenn and Sergeant Caoimhe Delaney.
It's been some time since the incident at the UN Headquarters. And despite the seriousness of a wound like being impaled by a giant blood-construct key, one Major Charlie Nash was up and walking again (though not without some serious bandaging underneath his uniform). And despite doctor's orders, he wasn't about to stay idle or behind a desk, not after the things he was keyed in on, and the time he's already lost healing up.
A few jabs were snapped at a heavy sandbag in the gym on base. Even if he wasn't officially back on duty, no one was going to tell the Major that he couldn't work out, especially with the look in his eyes. A back fist, followed by a sobat kick sent the bag swinging, as he worked out his frustrations. Much as that day was spent assuring UN bigwigs about their program being willing to work with international authorities, the troubles with Testament exposed a few skeletons in the closet that would need to be looked into, if even an iota of what the creepy man said was true about 'making monsters'.
And that made it all the more frustrating, if he was really going to have the Special Forces Martial Arts Program would really be working internationally. He would need people he could trust if he was to be sure about how...untouchable the group is. Sure, he wasn't technically in charge, but he was close enough, meaning he'd have to be thorough about vetting anyone who wanted to jump in. A final hard roundhouse kick nearly threw the bag off its moorings before he leaped up, catching it as if he were going to give it a backbreaker. However, he just lets it go slack on its chains, making sure it doesn't tear off its brackets.
Landing, he winced and touched on his side, his wounds aggrivated. "Tch..." he grumbles. A reminder of where things are going off the rails already.
Captain Zach Glenn walks in, dressed desert utilities. He stops short, watching Charlie go through his paces, not showing anything as the man shows obvious pain from over exertion.
Once Charlie has noticed him, Zach snaps a sharp salute. "Captain Zach Glenn, United States Marines, 2nd Vanguard Battalion reporting."
Not long after Zach's entry into the gymnasium, Caoimhe Delaney makes her own appearance. The heels of her dress shoes click lightly on the floor, echoing in the space as she steps through the doorway. Her attire is much more formal than Captain Glenn's: she's dressed in the new Army standard blue dress uniform, including her service coat (complete with ribbons and medals) and a knee-length skirt, with her green beret perched neatly atop her auburn hair. A briefcase is carried in a firm grip in her right hand, and as she enters, she removes a pair of sunglasses from her face, revealing her green eyes, before folding them and slipping them into her coat pocket.
Spotting Zach and Charlie as her eyes adjust to the light, she starts in that direction, keeping her posture formal, but confident and relaxed. Standing at attention, she clears her throat and raises her empty hand in salute. When she speaks, a hint of Boston Irish in her accent is detectable. "Sergeant Delaney reporting. My apologies if I'm late."
Digging a towel out of his bag, Charlie wipes himself down, another huff of frustration coming as he reaches down to fetch his glasses as well. As he adjusts them and drapes his towel across his shoulders, he looks up just in time to see a man in desert fatigues. Blinking a bit at the sharp salute, he sighs as the name rings a bell. "At ease," he informs Glenn, a dismissive wave of his hand. "I remember you, you're on the short list for the program, aren't you?" he asks.
It's at that point that another comes in, a much more...formal approach and stiffer demeanor. He watches, locked onto the young Sergeant clearly trying to make a good impression. "At ease, Sergeant, at ease," he says, trying to quickly get her to untense. He knows what it's like to be eager to impress a superior, but he's not really up to pulling rank right now either.
"You two probably came in at a bad time. I'm officially on medical leave for at least another week," he informs them, another dab of his towel across his forehead, his forelock somehow still remaining perfectly angled. "Still...glad to see the dedication to making the Program is there."
Zach drops the salute, glancing at Delaney briefly. "I wouldn't know about that, sir," Zach says politely. "Haven't seen the list. There are others in the Second that might have been better suited for something like this, but the orders were cut for me, so here I am."
The mention of medical leave gets Glenn's attention. "Did something happen, sir?"
Caoimhe's salute drops when the 'at ease' instruction comes, and her posture seems to relax, her shoulders falling slightly. Her hands come together in front of her, both now holding the briefcase that she's been carrying. Her head turns slightly toward Zach as his question is asked. She starts firing off rapidly. "Major Nash was involved in an incident with a hostile Aberrant at the United Nations last week. Major Nash and civilian forces on the scene were able to contain the situation. I would assume that Major Nash's current medical leave is a result of that incident."
She turns to Charlie, clearing her throat. "My apologies if I'm speaking out of line, Major. I followed the situation as closely as I could. Incidents like the one at the U.N. building are why I requested to be considered for the assignment. I've recently come off of active duty in Iraq, and I'd like to help." She takes in a deep breath. "And if I may add, sir, that is certainly some intense medical leave."
Frowning, Charlie starts to open his mouth, before Caoimhe starts to fill in for Zach. He doesn't interject yet, tossing his towel back down into his bag. "We don't know if it's an Abberant yet, Sergeant. Be careful about what you hear," he warns, sighing as he digs out a water bottle. Drinking down some to rehydrate, he looks back to both prospectives.
"Precautions, Sergeant. THe wound was deep, if you were tracking the situation. Medical is erring on the side of caution, considering how unknown the hostile's abilities were." Dropping the water bottle onto a nearby bench, he shakes his head. "Either way, I'm glad you both are enthusiastic about joining in. But like I said, I'm not on official duty."
A beat. "Unofficially...I'd like to see what you guys can do first, he says. "If you don't mind a brief test."
Zach raises an eyebrow at this. "If you're on medical leave, sir," Zach says carefully, "I'm not fighting you." He considers for a moment. "Unless, Sergeant..." Zach gives Caoimhe a sideways glance. "I'm willing to spar if you are."
Sergeant Delaney's eyes lower slightly for a brief moment, her throat clearing once more as Charlie corrects her. Then, they flit back up to the men. "My apologies, sir. I suppose that the Aberrant classification was speculative." Her gaze shifts between the two officers when Charlie mentions an unofficial test, then down to her uniform for a moment.
"I wasn't sure that there was going to be a test, sir..." She lifts the briefcase up indicatively. "...Which is why I brought my PT and combat uniform, just in case. Along with a letter of recommendation from my superior in the Third Group, service records, my resume, and a twelve page essay on the role of the Armed Forces in dealing with international martial artist threats."
She pauses a beat. "I'm joking about the essay."
Another beat.
"It's only five pages. What kind of test did you have in mind, sir?"
"Hrm...." Charlie considers, looking between both Zach and Caoimhe, at the idea of the two of them sparring with each other instead. "Don't think a little thing like this can keep me down, Captain. Still," he says, shaking his head and looking over to Caoimhe. She gets...a look. He realizes she's probably one of those overachievers in school. It definitely seems to be a bit much.
"Um...you probably didn't need all that, Sergeant. And even if it was, I'm not officially in charge of the Program that you'd turn it in to me," he insists, waving his hand dismissively toward Caoimhe. "I'm more concerned about your ability and your character, myself," he insists. "Anyway, if you're not comfortable sparring with me, each other is a good idea. Just enough to get a sense of your abilities," he insists. "If you need to change, feel free, and meet me out in the wrestling circle."
Zach's been at parade rest for the entire conversation. He doesn't so much as twitch now, but gances at Caoimhe. "Go get changed, Sergeant. I'll be ready when you are."
The psion suits action to words, and strides out to the mat. "Comfortable's got nothing to do with it, sir," Zach explains. "But there's no point in aggravating injuries if they are that serious."
"Well, the letters do address my training and - " Caoimhe looks as if she's about to unlatch the briefcase to fetch the documents from inside, but she pauses for a moment, as if thinking better of it. Letting the briefcase rest at her side, she gives a firm nod. "Understood, sir." She starts to turn away, then pauses. "I understand that this isn't an official evaluation, but I... my particular skillset is oriented toward armed combat." Her eyes narrow slightly. "That sounded like an excuse, didn't it? It wasn't meant to be one. I'll be back in a minute."
The auburn-haired woman trots off to the women's locker rooms to get changed into something more suitable for a sparring match.
In the time it gets the two to change, Charlie himself is dressed into something a bit more than workout clothes, but clearly not military issue, a tan vest over a dark tank and military green cargo pants. THe hints of bandages around his torso can be seen through the tank and he emerges, looking between the two as they seem set to demonstrate for him.
Don't go full out, but don't hold back too much. Remember, this program is how well you can handle top-tier fighters, with all that entails. Chi strikes and projectiles, unique techniques, I need to see just how well you handle the unknown."
Charlie and Caoihme might notice that Zach did not change into an alternate uniform. He is still in his utilities and combat boots when the Sergeant emerges from the locker room. He nods once and sets himself into what Charlie might recognize as a basic warrior stance, albiet slightly more aggressive in his bearing. "Unique techniques, huh," Zach asks rhetorically.
Zach motions toward Caoihme with his left hand. "Lead off, Sergeant."
COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn has started a fight here.
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When Delaney emerges from the locker room and makes her way to the wrestling circle, she seems to have undergone a change not only in dress, but in demeanour as well. Dressed in an olive green tank top, camo combat pants and brown boots, she carries herself a bit more loosely and comfortably than she did with the blue dress uniform on. On her hip, she has a knife tucked into a leather sheath. She pats it as she moves into the wrestling circle, taking up a position across from Zach.
"Rubber training knife. Is that alright with you, sir? I'm a lot more comfortable with one handy."
Not one to disobey an order from a superior officer, though, Caoimhe lets the question hang only briefly before making a quick dash toward the Marine Captain. Closing the space with him, she goes for a quick attempt at sweeping the man's left leg out from under him with a low standing kick, trying to drop him to the mat.
COMBATSYS: Caoimhe has joined the fight here.
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Zach Glenn 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Caoimhe
COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn blocks Caoimhe's Light Kick.
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Zach Glenn 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Caoimhe
"It's fine," Zach says. The fight begins, and the psion shoves his leg out to meet Caoimhe's with his shin. Zach continues the movement, shifting his weight slightly to allow the psion to bring his leg up in a swift kick of his own.
There are two key differences. The first is that Zach's kick is aimed at the Sergeant's head, because that's where her head's at. The second, and this is the more important one for the purpose of the exercise, is that Zach's right foot is coated in a shimmering golden energy. The power of the will, given form.
Leaning back against the wall, arms folded, Charlie watches on, adjusting his glasses as he observes. "THat's fine, Sergeant," he says, chiming in regarding the knife as she sets up and enages with the sparring session. Watching them seem to start slow, he notices the difference immediately as Zach's kick is covered in a golden energy. Nodding as he notes the strike, he continues to watc, and gauge the movements.
However, he isn't silent as he watches. In fact, he's a bit prying in regards to things completely outside of the parameters of the spar. "So why did either of you want to join the program? I know you wrote an essay on it, Sergeant, but I want to hear it from the both of you, personally." He DID say that he wanted to gauge their character too.
COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn successfully hit Caoimhe with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Zach Glenn 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Caoimhe
The red-headed soldier's eyes narrow slightly as Zach catches her leg with his own. When the marine's leg doesn't give, she pulls her own leg back, raising her arms up defensively in anticipation of a retaliatory strike. At that moment, though, Charlie's voice catches her attention. Confident in her guard, her eyes turn briefly in the Major's direction.
"Of course, sir. I -"
She looks back to Zach just too late, the golden energy catching her off-guard, and gets a solid boot to the head for her lapse in attention, knocking her on her ass. More than just the force of the attack and the energy accompanying it leaving a pounding in her head, the blow leaves the sting of humiliation burning in the woman's mind for making such a mistake in front of her superiors. Her expression takes on a harder edge as she rubs her head and stares up at Zach, but after a moment, the near-glower turns into a sharp half-smile.
"Good one, sir," she remarks as she slides her feet under herself and pushes up onto them with her right hand, her left hand swiping the knife out of its sheath and holding it in a reverse grip with the same motion. Her stance with the knife out seems a bit more confident and eager than it did without it.
"Honestly, Major, I like to challenge myself," she says as she starts to circle Zach briefly. "I believe the threat posed by terrorist fighters is the greatest that our country faces today!"
With that, she charges toward the psion, the knife flipping around in her hand as she brings it around in a forceful stabbing motion toward him.
COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn blocks Caoimhe's Weakened Power Strike.
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Zach Glenn 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Caoimhe
Zach grins a bit as Caoimhe brings the knife around. The confidence of the young woman is obvious. Zach meets her right wrist with his left palm while stepping in and to the Sergeant's left side. He closes his hand around her wrist and throws a quick rabbit punch, augmented with that golden power, before attempting to shoulder throw her to the mat.
"Part of it's orders," Zach admits, "Though part of it is why I'm a Marine to begin with, sir. My..." Zach pauses, looking for the right word. "Family has a very, /very/ long tradition of service to the community. My mother is a doctor, my father is a conselor. I protect people. It's... what I do, sir."
COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn successfully hit Caoimhe with Charged Combo.
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Zach Glenn 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Caoimhe
As he hears the words straight from the source, rather than through some squeezed out report, Charlie nods, a small heh. "Good answers," he says to both of them, watching carefully as he sees just how big of a hit that sharp kick from Zach managed. He looks in closer, seeing how Zach uses that energy further as a defense as well as an offense.
"And what do you expect to do if you get accepted in. How much effort are you going to put in to taking a place here?" he asks, keeping with the prodding questions even as he watches Zach with a quick combo.
When Zach's hand closes around her wrist, Caoimhe's pale green eyes narrow. She tries to slip the hold, giving a jerk of her arm, but the rabbit punch throws her off-balance. That energy is something that the young Sergeant, despite her combat experience, hasn't encountered before. The shoulder throw lays her out on the mat again, eliciting a frustrated grunt from the soldier. Bending her knees, she kicks her legs once before swinging them hard, flipping up to her feet and landing across from Zach, knife raised in that reverse grip again.
"Sir, my father was a drill sergeant. I completed my five-year M.A. program in chemistry at Boston U. in four years before I started my 18C qualification at Bragg. I got a perfect score on the PFT. In short, I work my ass off, sir!"
She darts in again, her whole body spinning around and her bicep flexing as the knife shifts in her grip. This time, the pommel of the weapon is aimed at Zach's chest as she drives it almost viciously toward him.
COMBATSYS: Caoimhe successfully hits Zach Glenn with Crushing Strike.
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Zach Glenn 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Caoimhe
Zach takes the pommel blow cleanly, grunting under the impact. He staggers back a couple of paces under the weight of the strike. He considers for a moment. "Let's see how you handle this, Sergeant," he says calmly to the Sergeant. He slides into what is more than likely to remind both of the other fighters of a swordsman preparing to draw a sword from his hip, despite the utter lack of a blade at his side.
"Sir," Zach says, "The one who taught me how to fight with this power taught me to do everything to the utmost of my ability, because life is just too short to hold back."
Zach steps in boldly, his right hand at his left hip closing around air that ripples ever-so-slightly. Another step sees Glenn sweeping the arm up at a diagonal across his chest as energy ripples and forms, clearly, into the shape of an unusual wakazashi as it strikes at Caoimhe!
COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn successfully hit Caoimhe with Claw Flare.
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Zach Glenn 1/------=/=======|=======\====---\1 Caoimhe
Listening to the further answers, Charlie nods. Caoimhe definitely outs herself further as an overachiever, but driven and earnest at the very least. Something he'll have to keep in mind after reviewing the actual profiles later, once he's allowed to. Zach's answer makes him smile a bit. However, that willingness to do everything to the utmost ability is nice in theory. IN a spar....
Charlie quickly interjects once it's clear that the spar is going a bit too far. "That's enough!" he shouts, trying to jump in even if it's too late to intercept the last attack.
Caoimhe brings her training knife back up as she follows the jabbing motion through, raising it defensively as her eyes follow the motion of Zach's hands, narrowing suspiciously. When the blade of energy appears in the marine's hand, her eyes widen again. She tries to pivot out of the course of the striking weapon, but Zach is too fast, the attack too unexpected - the blade slashes across her midsection. The woman's eyes go blank for a moment, as if in shock, as Charlie tries to step in a moment too late to save her, and she stumbles backward -
- and catches herself. She starts taking in steady breaths, pressing her empty hand against the point where the weapon struck her.
"I'm..."
There is no bloody wound, nor even the scorch marks often associated with mystical energy. Not that that means it doesn't /hurt/, but not more than is to be expected in a sparring match with a high-caliber fighter.
"I'm fine, sir. I don't think Captain Glenn was aiming to disembowel me, despite possible appearances to the contrary."
Her tone is light and warm, despite her condition. Still, as the adrenaline surge starts to fade and the pain kicks in more fully, the girl's face turns into a grimace, and she keeps her arm across her middle. She slips the knife back into its sheath.
"I'll give you this one, sir," she says, turning to Zach and smiling in spite of the hurt setting in. "I've never had to deal with something quite like that before."
COMBATSYS: Caoimhe takes no action.
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Zach Glenn 1/------=/=======|=======\====---\1 Caoimhe
Zach sweeps the blade down and to his right. When the hand stops, the weapon continues along the path of the arc, disintegrating into so many motes of light as it disappears. Zach turns to face Charlie, a frown on his face.
"I wasn't," Zach says firmly. "I am the master of myself, and my power," he says, the pattern and rhythym suggesting that it is part of some training regimen. "Though stopping here /is/ a good idea. Sergeant Delany is going to want some electrolytes and water along with some rest today." Zach relaxes his stance. "I'm told it'll help."
COMBATSYS: Zach Glenn takes no action.
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Zach Glenn 1/------=/=======|=======\====---\1 Caoimhe
While it's not a serious thing yet, Charlie didn't want things to get too out of hand, and with the kind of energy that Zach seemed to have on his person, he wasn't going to let it go too long. He just wanted a taste of what they could do so far, as it was.
"I just wanted a quick demo, and I've seen enough and heard enough from both of you for now. This was only something for me to chew on for now," he says, glancing to Zach at his comments. "Stand back a little, Sergeant, and feel free to get some water." He then turns over to Zach. "Hit me, Glenn." He looks insistent about it, despite the injuries he had mentioned earlier. Is there a point he's trying to make?
COMBATSYS: Charlie has joined the fight here.
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Zach eyeballs Charlie skeptically, a single brow raised. He brings his right hand up to chest level, palm towards the ceiling. He summons up a sphere of energy, a gold and purple mass that spins and swirls in his palm. "If... you insist, sir." Zach looks clearly uncertain about the idea of this.
Glenn flicks the sphere of energy at Charlie, and it is quickly apparent that the almost lacksidaisical motion did /nothing/ to hamper the speed of the thing as it rockets towards Charlie!
COMBATSYS: Charlie interrupts Blast Punch from Zach Glenn with Somersault Kick EX.
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He had insisted on it, sure. But when the sphere of energy is formed, there's an imperceptable tensing. And when Zach flings it forward...
Well, the speed of the reaction is almost instantaneous. Twisting around, Charlie nearly turning himself full around 180 degrees before leaping back. His foot flashes outward in a hard, rising somersault kick. Meeting the blast head on with his heel, he manages to cut through, the kick slashing outward toward Zach, followed by another one from his other leg snapping out even faster while he flips clean over.
Landing, Charlie winces, partly from the strain in his side from such a somersault, as well as the clear result of cutting through a speedy blast like that, boot smoking, and the laces and tongue blown open. Still, as he stands, he looks over toward Zach. "Be careful about calling yourself a master of anything, Captain. The power is impressive but you don't know the kind of things we'll be stepping in front of yet, and you never know how high above you or me they'll end up being."
"I... Understood, sir," Delaney replies to Charlie at his insistence that she stand back and that Zach hit him, before edging back slowly off of the mat. She swallows a little thickly, reaching up to rest a hand on the side of her still-pounding head. It was a brief test - one not in her element - and she had only lasted a few blows against Zach's psionic power. The idea of being measured by it beats in the girl's mind as surely as the echoes of the golden kick throbbing in her head.
The thoughts are pushed away in an instant, though, by the sight of the sudden clash between the Air Force Major and Marine Corps Captain. Caoimhe's lips part, but no words come as her mouth hangs open for a good several seconds. Finally, she speaks up, eyes turning to Charlie with concern. "Sir? Are you okay?"
Zach's eyes go wide, and a bit of a toothy grin can be seen by Charlie as the attack comes in. He knows he cannot move fast enough to dodge, and the impact of the strike slashes open his uniform and throws the Marine to the mats for the first time in the fight. He slowly gets back to his feet, shaking his head to get the cobwebs free.
"Didn't mean mastery in terms of perfection, sir," Zach says in a tone that suggests disagreement without meaning disrespect, "I meant it more as a statement of control." The front of Glenn's utilities are scorched and tattered, and the brown t-shirt underneath it is also split to reveal a well-muscled chest.
"You are absolutely correct in that I don't know everything that is out there," he states in agreement. "I met someone who claimed to be a god of thunder not too long ago. I know, for a fact, that there are things I won't be able to take on by myself. But that's why we fight as a team. An army. Or a Corps. But in the end, I use my power as I see fit. I have complete control of it."
Grunting a bit, he manages to stand up find enough. "I'm ok, Sergeant," he says, a slight touch to his side, mindful of the injuries he's stilll nursing from the UN incident. He remains focused more on Zach as he gets up from the surprise attack, recovering and responding.
"Even if you think you have good control, you'll always have more to learn. I don't make a lot of declaratives, Captain, but 'master' is a word I'd rather not hear during training." Straightening his vest up, he takes stock of his boot, sighing a little. Good thing he has a spare pair, but he's clearly going to need to requisition replacements.
"Anyway, I think I've seen all I can for now. Once I'm back on duty, we can talk further about your places in the program."
The word is a heavy one. Heavy in the sense of proficiency. Heavy in the sense of responsibilty. Zach Glenn is more than aware of what he is capable of should he truly decide to cut loose with what he has at his fingertips. He doesn't explain this to Charlie; he has pushed things as it was when he said what he did. Zach uses the term as a weight, a reminder that he is /responsible/ for the use of his birthright.
"Understood, sir," is all Zach says as he snaps a salute to Charlie. Once formalities are observed, Zach turns to Caoimhe. "Sergeant, if you'd like, I'll spring for the drinks once I've gotten changed." He gestures at his uniform. "Can't exactly go out looking like this." He grins faintly, the adrenaline still singing in his system.
A firm nod is offered in reply by the auburn-haired NCO when Charlie indicates that he's going to be alright. Any of the thoughts running through her head a minute before have been diverted by this point. "God speed your recovery, sir," she answers, raising her hand to salute the Major once more. She turns and is about to head back toward the locker room to fetch her briefcase when Zach catches her attention. Turning to him, she offers a grin.
"You're brave to make that offer, given my heritage, Captain, but I'll accept those terms. Would you like to join us, Major? I'm sure the world doesn't /actually/ end when Army, Navy and Air Force all share a drink in the same bar."
Giving the two a nod, Charlie finally packs up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and making his way out. "As you were," he says, observing the salutes with a nod before finally exiting. ONce he's out of eye and earshot, he winces and shakes out his foot, the busted boot shaking along his ankle before he puts weight back down on it.
The two prospects look bright, but he'll have to look over their files better later once he actually can access them on duty. After all, if things like the UN involvement in 'monsters', or even 'Aberrants' are anywhere near valid, they'll all have their hands full from the start....
Log created on 17:30:57 01/18/2015 by Charlie, and last modified on 23:05:52 01/21/2015.