They had actually gone out in those swashbuckling costumes one Halloween and had earned that nickname ever since.“Neapolitan ice-cream bitches, unit...!” yelled Darla, bringing up another nickname the girls had called themselves. “Come on, chocolate! Come on Vanilla! Let’s go get some fucking candy!”“Right-on, Strawberry!” Amber yelled.The girls closed the door behind them and headed out into the street. The blonde nurse, the red-headed school girl and the raven-haired gothic-cheerleader. They. Mrs Bottomley, her Mistress, had decided on an elaborate series of terraces and the back breaking task of digging them out and moving vast quantities of earth and stones had fallen to the Girl - who else? She had lost count of the times she had wheeled soil and rocks up that steep slope to the accompaniment of curses from the Mistress and blows from Fitch and applied spade and shovel, forcing them into the ground with her bare feet.Privately, the gardener had told her how well she had done and. Alan started to tell his companion about Ian, waffling on and laughing at his own witticisms making Ian wince with embarrassment and annoyance. Then, to the surprise of both Alan and himself, the woman smiled at Ian and asked him to dance, dumbfounded Ian led the way out onto the dance floor and took her in his arms to dance to the slow music."I'm Candice by the way." the woman smiled."I guess you already know my name is Ian." he replied."Um," Candice responded, "by the way, I'm sorry about. "His face, neck, shoulder — heck his whole upper half — were covered in black soot. I don't know what happened, but he was filthy!"Simon knew that one of the other groups had been planning to try to get to the General and he shared what he knew."From what I've heard, one of the red group is a wizard when it comes to technology. It seems to be common knowledge that the General always drinks the same thing — a mixture of orange, grapefruit and lime juice — and red group were going to tinker with.