The Higher Education Training Exercise Experience

Wendy was just drifting off to sleep when her Middlewatch started beeping.

"Boss, it's the middle of the night."

"I'm sorry, Dubbie." He did not sound sorry, he sounded chipper. Well, maybe an apologetic kind of chipper. "But evil neither sleeps nor observes any of the major holidays of any of the major religions, or even the minor ones, so I'm afraid you need to come immediately."

"Right," Wendy said as she started getting dressed. "I don't suppose you can tell me what's going on, or is it meant to be a surprise?"

Pants, she needed pants. "We don't know much, just that the H.E.Y.D.A.R. intercepted a message from an as yet unknown source stating that if their demands weren't met by tomorrow morning 'people are going to be hopping mad'." Right, clean pants were downstairs with the rest of the fresh laundry.

"Great, the ones who start making puns are always the worst." Wendy stopped halfway down the staircase. "Boss, you don't think people becoming hopping mad might refer to doctoring vegan Easter chocolates with mutagenic agents designed to turn humans into rabbits."

A pause on the other end of the line. "Possibly, though if that's the case, that's quite an impressive leap of intuition there, Dubbie."

"Not as much as you might think," Wendy said, eyeing the tiny blonde bunny sitting on top of a pile of Lacey's clothes, and nibbling at foil wrapped chocolate.

It had been one of those days. The kind with multiple imminent alien invasions, three new would-be supervillains (all with plans sheer elegance in their simplicity), and a random slime monster attack to round things off.

Wendy had really loved those shoes too.

"Yo, Wendy Watson."

"Hey Noser."

"You know what I can't stand?"

"The rain pounding against your window?"

"Bringing back sweet memories."

"The one sound you just can't stand."

"That's what I'm talking about."