Gerard was hiding in the bushes. He knew he had failed already though. Try as he might he was unable to stop the mechanised warhorse that is Jeanne Pratt reaching her goals. Worst of all was that Australia didn’t seem to care.

Black Caviar had won everything, everyone was talking about her and she was in the news non stop. The whole media sensation had been his doing, too keep the horse in the public spotlight so such a thing couldn’t happen. But over night Black Caviar went missing and no one in australia seemed to care. He even wrote a @#$%&! book, but still nothing.

Gerard didn’t know how she did it, or even why. All he knew was that Black Caviar was the last piece in Jeannes puzzle and it was up to him to put a stop to it. Gideon Haigh had offered to help, but apparently something was happening on the BCCI board that required his immediate attention. Gerard was on his own.

The players were hitting the track again. A lot had changed over the past 6 months Gerard had been observing the team. Judd was no longer captain and Ratten had gone missing. He went missing the same night as Black Caviar, no one was talking about that either... but that was to be expected.

Horns blared as a limo pulled up. A red carpet rolled out and two young indonesian children, barely able to walk stumbled their way ahead of the precession. they were dressed as wood nymphs by the looks of it. Mrs Pratt must have been reading some Shakespeer. They left a trail of rose petals in their wake. A detail of security guards quickly secured the area. Then Jeanne appeared.

“Attention everyone” she bellowed. “It is my pleasure to inform you that there are now wheels being set in motion and cogs are turning. The Brock Mclean has been perfected and has already begun the decimation. The plan is coming to fruition. Our time is now. We will be all, we will be perfection.”

She paused and collected herself. the field was dead silent. Gerard could not believe what he was hearing. 12 months of sitting in the mud was finally paying off. He fumbled for pad and pen so to hastily scribble down everything Jeanne said. What plan? what wheels? and why now... and since when was Brock Mclean perfected?

“But we are not there yet” Jeanne continued. “Come with me”. She called Chris Judd over with her finger. He looked reluctant to move. But soon enough the Wood Nymphs laid a path of $100 notes along the ground leading into the limo. Chris was unable to resist.

As Chris entered the limo the door closed and it drove off. Then everything went black

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BLUES 2010: PAV AND JUDD = FLAGS. DOING IT FOR THE LOVE OF DICK PRATT.

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