Tomas Archives (TOP SECRET): Madrigals in Alaska

To: Tomas Leadership From: Gunnar Kaasen Subject: The eagle has landed February 2, 1925 TOP SECRET I barely made it to Nome alive, but I am proud to report that the Clue is in a safe location here in town. The medicine that was needed also made it. The trip was treacherous and we were followed most of the way. At one point, we almost lost the medicine and the Clue in a blizzard outside Shaktoolik. Somehow we survived. I don’t think the men following us were as lucky. Before the Clue got to me, Wild Bill Shannon cabled me in code to say someone was tailing him when he set out from Nenana on the 27th. He said the men had all-black furs and black sleds. Once the relay started, several of the mushers also mentioned they thought they saw black figures closing in on them from behind, but in the constant whiteout of the blizzard they couldn’t be sure. It was Leonhard Seppala who finally spotted them for certain. Recognizing that they looked like Madrigals, he pushed his dog team to the limit, traveling across 90 miles of snow and ice at breakneck speed. He took an unsafe and unexpected detour through the Norton Sound to throw off his pursuers. He knew their heavier teams would break the ice, and he was right. As his sled climbed over a hill, he said he saw the dark figures fall into the glacial waters he had safely crossed just hours before. Without the courage and willpower of these men and dogs, it’s likely the Clue would have fallen into Madrigal hands. It’s times like these that make me proudest of being a Tomas Gunnar

Polo Chaos
By James Hollingsworth

Yesterday’s match against Griffiths College was full of surprises. The crowd was larger than usual as many students were curious to see Ian Kabra’s new ponies. He recently imported three new mounts from Argentina. A few minutes before throw-in, Kabra trotted out on the field while chatting on his mobile phone. Two girls tried to pet the pony, but Kabra snapped, “Get your hands off him!” The pony grew restless and began to toss his head as Kabra continued his conversation. In an act of questionable horsemanship, Kabra yanked the reins and shouted, “quit it, you stupid brute.”

However, Kabra’s performance on the field was spotless, and he scored two goals during the first chukker. The only Griffiths player who could keep up with Kabra was their captain, Nicholas Ryder, but even Ryder’s mount was no match for Kabra’s speedy import. There was a group of girls who cheered and waved every time Kabra rode by, but he ignored them.

By the beginning of the exciting sixth chukker, The Flyte School and Griffiths College were tied. With three minutes to go, Kabra and Ryder were galloping towards the ball when a strange noise distracted the players and the fans. Everyone looked up to watch a helicopter descend towards the field. While the umpires were distracted, Kabra swung his stick but, instead of aiming for the ball, he aimed for Ryder’s ankle.

By the time the umpires finally called a time-out, Kabra had dismounted and given his pony to his private groom. His sister, Natalie, was standing next to the helicopter, urgently beckoning Kabra to join her. Kabra turned to his stunned teammates and said, “Ryder’s old ankle injury is acting up. We’ve won if you don’t muck it up.”

When one of Kabra’s stunned teammates asked where he was going, he replied, “Family business in Venice.” Kabra then climbed into the helicopter and took off, leaving his teammates confused and their ponies half frightened to death by the noise.

Final Score: The Flyte School 4, Griffiths College 3

Pages from Grace Cahill's Notebook

Tomas Archives: Eisenhower Holt’s report

To: Tomas Leadership
From: Eisenhower Holt
Subject: Grace Cahill’s funeral August 21, 2008

Score! Team Holt is already leading the competition. I know some people didn’t think I was the right man for the job. But the Holts were among the only Tomas invited to the will reading. Old lady Cahill must have had an eye for real talent. (Not like some members of the Tomas leadership. Take that, Ronald!)

Before we watched them put the old hag in the ground, I let Madison and Reagan play with Dan and Amy for a bit. They turned Dan upside down, but nothing interesting fell out of his pockets.

After the funeral, the “chosen few” went into the house for the will reading. That skinny lawyer played a creepy video of Grace. I told you she was up to something! She blabbered on about the competition and said we all had to choose between a million dollars and a Clue. Team Holt lost no time arguing. We took the Clue! And we didn’t waste time changing out of civilian funeral clothes before we dispatched. I knew it was a good idea to wear our tracksuits!

As ordered, I didn’t let those Cahill brats out of my sight. I’m sure the old witch told them everything about the Clues, so I ordered my team to follow them. Those little Cahill weaklings wouldn’t have a chance on their own. They’re as pathetic as their loser father, Arthur Trent. We were at West Point together. He always laughed at my answers in class. But I had the last laugh!

We marched in formation to follow Grace’s little pets to the library. We watched them go into a secret room, but Team Holt waited outside. Books make me dizzy and I needed to stay alert! I made the kids jog in place for about 20 minutes as we planned our next move. We wanted to smoke them out of their hiding spot, but Hamilton got a little too excited with the lighter fluid. So the house burned down. No big loss. What good is a mansion without a weight room?! Some people have no taste.

We’ll continue to follow the Cahills. The Holts will not be outsmarted by a team that doesn’t even wear matching uniforms!

Lucian Tools (Black book of buried secrets)

POISON-DELIVERY MECHANISMS
Poison Rings
Poison Fingernails
Poison Darts
Poison Cuff Links
Poison Teddy Bears
Poison Umbrellas

WEOPONS
Daggers
Retractable Knives
Walking-stick Swords
Bullet Pens

TRANSPORTATION
The Shark
Bulletproof Limousine
Advanced Fighter Jets
Speed Yachts (With Helipads)

COMMUNICATION
Codes
Surveillance bugs
Untraceable Cell Phones
Polygraphs